Virgin for the Billionaire's Taking

When Jay led her to one of the divans and took the one adjacent to it himself she lay as he had done, so that their heads were almost touching. But she still wasn’t prepared for it when he reached for one of the bowls on the table and dipped into it, feeding her a small ball of rice flavoured with saffron and stuffed with plump sultanas. It was all so shockingly erotic: the intimacy of being fed by him, the touch of his fingers against her lips, the scent of his body as he leaned closer to her. All of it—and most of all when he suggested softly to her, ‘Why don’t you feed me?’

Her fingers were trembling when she lifted the rice to his lips, and her whole body was trembling by the time he had taken it from her, his fingers closing round her wrist to hold her as he licked her fingers, slowly and deliberately.

After that Keira had an appetite for only one thing. Although she did manage to eat the small juicy strawberries Jay fed her before finally losing her self-control and pressing her lips to his fingers and then his palm.

As though it was a signal he had been waiting for, Jay stood up and held out his hand to her. Silently Keira took it. Her heart was thumping heavily. In the jewelled shadows of the scented room Jay pulled her closer, and then traced the shape of her face with his fingertips. When he reached her mouth Keira’s lips parted automatically, her tongue-tip caressing his flesh before she sucked his fingers into her mouth.

Jay’s free hand was on her breast, his fingers stroking her nipple, and when she sucked on his fingers he reciprocated by plucking erotically at her nipple. Keira sucked harder and was rewarded in kind. She stroked her tongue over his fingertips and then shuddered in wild delight when Jay bent his head and placed his mouth over her fabric-covered breast, his tongue probing the hard jut of her nipple. How could something so simple arouse her to such intense pleasure?

She could feel her heat beating impatiently inside her body. She could feel her body pulsing, softening, opening in eager liquid longing. It was too late now to regret her prim decision not to take the shameless step of abandoning her underwear, too late to wish that she had done exactly that so all Jay had to do to satisfy the hungry ache inside her was slide his hand inside her dress and then—Keira shuddered wildly when, just as though she had spoken her wanton longing out loud, Jay put his hand on her thigh. Not, as she quickly discovered, to touch her intimately, but instead so that he could pick her up and carry her into the bedroom, where he placed her down on his bed.

Now his fingertip tracing of her flesh began again—but not this time on her face. Instead it was her body he was touching, tracing, with those light, delicate touches that somehow inflamed her senses far more than anything more heavy-handed could have done.

Long before he was kneeling beside her, cupping her now bare foot in his hand, Keira had lost the fight to retain her self-control and had given herself over completely to his keeping. Her body was an instrument, tuned only to respond to his touch, and from it he was now drawing a pleasure so intense that it verged on pain. If he were to stop touching her now she would fall into an abyss of unsatisfied longing that would burn through her for ever, she decided wildly when his tongue tip traced the inner arch of her bare foot, sending fierce strobes of pleasure right up to the heart of her sex.

She had no memory of them removing their clothes, but they must have done since they were both now naked. Jay’s body was lean and superbly muscled, its scent and taste given over into her possession as she touched and kissed him as intimately as she dared, stroking her fingertips over his rigidly erect sex and marvelling at its sensitivity to her touch and its capacity for response.

Jay was caressing the inside of her thighs, encouraging them to fall open and offer him the hidden mystery of her body. Like the petals of a lily, opening to the heat of the sun, the lips of her sex curved and swelled open at his touch, slick against her body’s eager, ready wetness. The pulse deep inside her that had begun what felt like an eternity ago quickened and deepened into an urgent ache. Jay’s deliberate caress against her clitoris provoked a low moan from her throat, and an agonized, ‘Don’t…’ causing Jay to frown.