The Billionaire's Heart

Samira exhaled – realising she’d been holding her breath – and grinned, unable to speak now. He lowered his face towards hers again, then kissed her strongly, easing his tongue into her mouth, and sending a tsunami of delight through her body. Ivan groaned as they kissed, making his lips vibrate against Samira’s and pulsing another wave of lust into her thighs. They kissed wildly, exploring each other’s bodies with their hands, and kissing with clashing tongues and writhing lips. Ivan tasted of metal and masculinity. His kiss was commanding and strong; Samira felt totally safe with him.

He reached up with one strong hand and pushed down the straps of her nightdress, making it fall to her hi**ps so that she was bare-breasted. Samira gasped, feeling desirable. He caressed one of her bre**asts, shooting joyful lust into her nipple, then he pulled her close and rubbed their nak**ed chests against each other as he bit her neck like an animal. The feel of him writhing against her made Samira’s head swim with pleasure and a wave of pre-climatic delight washed over her.

“Like it?” he whispered.

“Yes…”

“I want you nice and wet for me…”

He lowered to nibble her neck and gently ran his thumb over one of her rock-hard nipp**les. Samira let her head drop back, enjoying the feel of him licking and touching her. This guy obviously knew what he was doing – unlike the idiot boys she’d slept with back in Iran and here in America. He pressed his hard co**ck against her, letting her know how much he wanted her – and also letting her know what a treat she was in for.

Samira reached out and rubbed her palm over the front of his jeans, feeling his long hard co**ck straining to be released. She obliged by delving her hand inside and tugging it out. Then she bent at the waist and – feeling sexy with her as**s sticking out behind her – she swirled her tongue around the head of the most glorious co**ck she’d ever seen.

She glanced up into his eyes. “I want you inside me.”

“I want to thrust you so hard that you’ll never want another man as long as you live.”

She sucked the end of his co**ck – enjoying the taste, and licking up the pre**-cum – then she stood to kiss him again. He pulled her close and reached down between her thighs, using the silky nightdress to rub against her throbbing cl**it. Samira pushed herself against him, suddenly desperate to cli**max.

“Not yet,” he said, easing off the pressure. “I need to feel my fingers inside you. You’re not cli**maxing unless we’ve made that connection – like we promised.”

Samira tried to reply, but he kissed her hard. Then, still gently rubbing her cl**it through the nightdress, he reached around with his other hand and circled his fingers around the opening of her pus**sy, teasing her and making her desperate for him. He eased two fingers inside, pulling her against himself, making her feel secure and erotic.

“I need you, Ivan,” she whispered.

“Bend over the sink, Samira, I wanna take you hard from behind – to give you more pleasure than you’ve ever experienced in your life.”

She kissed him passionately, then strutted over to the sink, where she placed her palms on the porcelain and bent at the hi**ps theatrically, sticking out her as**s and throwing him a smutty glance over her shoulder.

Without taking his eyes off her, he peeled off his jeans, then came up behind her like a dominant lion, swaggering confidently. In one swift movement, he pushed her nightdress up over her as**s, so that it was hanging around her waist – making her feel naughty. Then he placed his firm hands on her hi**ps, and slapped her playfully on the butt. She gasped with arousal.

“I need to make sure you’re ready for my long hard co**ck,” he said. “Look at yourself in the mirror while I loosen you up, Samira. You’re f**king beautiful.”

Samira glanced up at her reflection. Her cheeks were flushed red and she felt proud of what she saw. They made eye contact in the mirror as Ivan fondled her butt**ocks, then he eased two fingers inside her again and started to rub her G-spot. Samira’s head swirled with powerful lust and she started to feel like she might cli**max.

“You can find a condom in the cabinet,” she gasped. “I’m definitely ready.”

He disappeared for a moment to deal with the protection, so Samira stood up and fondled her cl**it and one of her nipp**les, unable to keep her hands off herself.

“I love to see you playing with yourself,” Ivan said. “During my stay, I want to watch you touching yourself in the shower – just for me.” He stepped back to join her and kissed her hard. “But for now, turn around.”

Samira turned and caught her reflection in the mirror again. Ivan stood behind and pressed himself against her, wrapping her up in his strong arms. They gazed into each other’s eyes in the reflection, taking the time to make the emotional connection they’d promised each other. Samira saw that they made a beautiful couple and she secretly hoped that one day this fleeting image would be a tangible photograph of a happy couple in love.

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