The Billionaire Takes a Bride

His lips teased her nipple, and then he licked it. A moment later, he blew cool air gently over the sensitive peak. “You’re so beautiful, Chelsea. You have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming of doing this to you. Of what I’ve imagined every night when you curled up against me in bed.”

She moaned, her mind full of the images he drew with his words. He licked and nibbled at her breasts over and over, until she was whimpering and rocking her hips with every tongue-flick he sent in her direction. Her skates dragged against the bed as she writhed against him.

“Are you still touching yourself?” he asked between flicks of his tongue. “Still playing with that pretty pussy under that flirty little skirt of yours?”

She shook her head, breathless.

“Why not? Too much?” His fingers traced lightly down her stomach. “Or do you want me to do it?”

She whimpered and nodded. Her thighs parted, welcoming him.

“Tell me to touch you, baby.”

“Sebastian, please.” She wriggled against the blankets, pushing her impossibly short skirt up. “I need you to touch my pussy.”

“Yeah? Let me feel how wet you are, baby.” His fingers stroked over her slick folds, and he made a sound of pleasure in his throat. “Look at that. So damn wet. Is all that for me?”

She nodded, clinging to his shoulders.

He slid up against her and moved to take her mouth with his, kissing her once more. As he did, his fingers began to slowly explore her folds. One thick finger dragged up and down her slickness, from core to clit, over and over again, until she was rocking up against his touch, desperate for more.

“You liked it earlier when I touched you, didn’t you?” His dirty words were whispered between light, dipping kisses. “When you sat on my lap and rode my hand, even though everyone was outside waiting for the locker room? You knew they were waiting and you didn’t care. You just wanted to come.”

Dazed, Chelsea held on to him as his slick fingers circled her clit. Her legs were spread wide, her breathing shallow pants. It felt so good. So good, and yet she needed more. She was lost in his touch, in his words, in the world he was creating for her where there was nothing but Sebastian and his fingers, his mouth, his hot skin.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. “And so damn wet. You’re coating my hand with your juices.” His fingers slid up and down her folds, and then he lifted it for her to see, his skin gleaming with her arousal. To her surprise, he traced one wet finger over her mouth. “You’re perfection, Chelsea. Utter perfection.”

And then he leaned in and licked the taste of her off of her mouth.

She moaned again and then his hand went back to her pussy, and he sank a finger deep inside her. She sucked in a breath at the penetration, her body tensing momentarily. But then his thumb went to her clit and he began to rub, and pleasure exploded through her again. She kissed him, making soft little moans of pleasure in her throat as he fingered her.

Telling her soft, dirty things about what he wanted to do to her, Sebastian began to pump his finger in and out of her, his thumb continually rubbing over her clit. She arched against his hand, which only made him work his fingers faster. She was so close. Her nails dug into his shoulders and she threw her head back, eyes closed, teeth sunk into her lip as he worked her. It was taking too long, wasn’t it? She should have already had a tiny orgasm by now, shouldn’t she? Maybe she was still—

And then her legs jerked, and she cried out, and the orgasm crested, blasting through her.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured. “God, you look so fucking beautiful it hurts. I love to watch you come.”

Chelsea clung to Sebastian as she came down, utterly awestruck by the ripples of pleasure flooding through her. Oh, man, she felt good. And it didn’t matter that she had her skates and her uniform on. She’d just had an earth-shattering orgasm with her sexy husband. A contented sigh slipped from her throat.

“Feel good?” he asked, still gently stroking her clit. Aftershocks rippled through her, muscles twitching as she held on to him.

“Feels amazing.” She turned and gave him another long, delicious kiss to let him know how much she’d liked it.

He groaned against her mouth, and his pumping fingers took on a sense of urgency. Sebastian had been all about her, she realized as she stroked a hand down his naked chest. He’d been so fixed on making her come and feel good that she hadn’t done much to return the favor. She’d just laid there like a big roller-derby-uniform-wearing lump.

But now that she was all delicious and boneless, she could return the favor, couldn’t she? Her hand slid down to his cock, and she made a happy little sigh when her fingers wrapped around his length. He was so hot, his skin felt almost scorching against her own. “I like this,” she said, voice low, soft and purring.