The Billionaire's Kisses (Tycoon Billionaires 1)

It felt like heaven as his fingers circled around the outside of her pussy, gently slipping in and out and making her wet. Amy ground her hips and tried to get his fingers to fully penetrate her.

“Always so impatient,” he said with a smirk.

“I want you,” she said. “I want you inside me.”

Adam reached his hands around the back of her ass and gently lifted her hips, pushing her off balance so her breasts squashed against his toned pecs. From this angle, it felt as if he was waiting for someone to come up behind and fuck her hard. A flash of Joseph or Dylan joining them assaulted Amy, but she shook it away in case she climaxed too soon. Adam gently guided her hips down towards his hard cock, then he pushed her panties out of the way with his gorgeous fingers, and eased the tip of his erection into her pussy.

Amy gasped, realising that Adam was actually a little too big for her, even though she was dripping wet now. She bit her lip and relished the feel of him inside her, groaning as the pain and pleasure merged into one fantastic sensation between her legs.

He pushed her hips down and gently eased himself further in. “God, I love your tight pussy.”

Amy closed her eyes and enjoyed being filled up by him. She paused for a moment to catch her breath, then she shot him a lusty smile. He grabbed her hips strongly and started to move her back and forth, getting them both into the perfect rhythm. The bed below them began to creak, but Amy didn’t care about anything but the bubbling pleasure between her legs.

She ground herself into his pelvis, relishing the soft material of her panties as it caressed her clit. The pleasure was all-encompassing, as his cock skimmed over her G-spot, and the room began to swirl. Amy was vaguely aware that Adam was watching her as she rode him, but she ignored his fascinated gaze and quickened the pace, desperate to get there now. As the orgasm caught powerfully, her head dropped back and she lost sense of reality – the only thing that existed was the wave of ecstasy swirling through her body, making her groan. She was vaguely aware of Adam shooting his load deep inside her, and pulling her even harder down, enhancing her pleasure even more. The world snapped away and she merged with the universe, feeling bound to Adam by pleasure and delight, as well as by the sounds of her own noisy groans, which probably could be heard throughout the house. But she couldn’t stop it now – she was possessed by joy. She was possessed by him. Another wave took her, and then another, and another. Her mouth grinned as if she was on drugs; her lungs drew in the air, which sparkled with warmth, holding them together. The room slowly started to drift back, but Amy’s body continued to fizz with joy. She stayed there for a moment, floating in her bubble of pleasure, before opening her eyes to find Adam grinning in awe.

“I like full-penetration orgasms,” she said. “I like nature’s gift to women.”

He chuckled kindly. “You’re beautiful, Amy. Seriously. Perfect.”

He glanced away and Amy sensed that he wanted to say something more; to tell her

he liked her more than just for sex. She could see he was holding back, and optimism sparkled inside her. Maybe there was a future in this relationship. But she knew she shouldn’t press him on it now. They’d only known each other two days and she didn’t want to scare him off.

She collapsed down onto his chest, and his strong arms fell around her.

“You’re warm,” he said. “And sticky.”

Amy giggled. “I like being warm and sticky.”

“Me too.”

Amy’s ear caught the sound of the music from downstairs. “I guess we’d better go back,” she said. “They’ll be wondering where we are.”

“I wish we could freeze time. Stay wrapped in each other’s arms.”

“That would be amazing. It’s like when you don’t want to get out bed on a cold winter’s morning, isn’t it?” she said with a chuckle.

They stayed like that – in each other’s arms – for a little longer, then Amy forced herself up. She climbed off him and started to dress. Adam watched her through sleepy eyes.

She threw him his trousers. “Come on.”

They both chuckled. Amy loved the fact that she could be playful with him. He sat up and dressed, too. Then he delved into his trouser pocket.

“Babe, there is actually something tangible I want to give you – as well as a mind-blowing orgasm! It wasn’t just a double-entendre.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” He pulled out a pendant from his pocket and held it up. It spun on the end of the silver chain, twisting this way and that. It was a long blue stone – the most beautiful thing Amy had ever seen. She was certain that someone had taken a slice of the blue sky and made it into this jewel.

“Wow,” she said. “It’s lovely.”

“It’s a family heirloom,” he said. “I want you to take care of it for me. For a little while.”

“Really? Why?”

“I just… please, will you wear it? For me?”

“Of course. But what is this pendant?”