I need to feel his skin on mine. He practically tears my panties off my body, then stands looking down at me. In his eyes are naked hunger and possession. He is looking down at my body as if he owns it.
“Your body…” he whispers as he takes my breasts in his hands again. “Is unbelievable. I swear you are the sexiest woman I have ever met.”
I drape my arms over his bare shoulders, pull him down on top of me, and relish the sensation of his hard, masculine body pressing into mine while we kiss and grind against each other. I never thought it could be like this, so exciting, so racy, and so, so hot. The tension in my body tightens with every kiss, every touch, every taste of his skin.
“I need you. Fuck, how I want you,” he groans. His cock is hot and heavy against my skin.
“I want you too,” I whisper back, my fingers close around his extraordinarily thick length. I feel as if I am not Raine Fillander, the girl from the poor side of town. I feel as if I am a powerful woman and he is my man. I know he is not really my man, but for this weekend he is. And that is all that counts. Even when my head may have denied it my body has wanted him from the moment I laid eyes on him and here I am… in his bed.
From the bedside table he takes a condom and quickly rolls it onto his dick. He guides his hardness to my entrance and gently pushes himself in. I gasp. He seems even bigger and thicker than I remember. Maybe it’s because I’m still swollen from the last time he was inside me.
He kisses me softly, teasingly, and looks deep into my eyes as he pushes forward, watching my reaction as he slowly enters me inch by glorious inch, stretching me until I’m sure I can’t take more, and yet there is more of him to go in.
“You okay?” he asks.
I nod. Already my body has adjusted.
He begins thrusting then, deep, sure thrusts. Again and again, until my eyes roll back in my head with the unbearable pleasure, and my mouth open to emit a cry of pure wonderment. I can’t believe I am being so loud, but I can’t be quiet.
True passion, true pleasure.
He rests on his forearms, and his weight feels heavy and welcome. I wrap my legs around him tightly and push my body upwards to drive him further inside me. I want all of him, always. Forever. Of course, that isn’t possible, but I’m in a fantasy, a dream. And when you’re dreaming everything is allowed. Even wishing this was for always.
Gently, I lick away the sweat from his throat and listen as he whispers my name against my neck. It’s all so sweet, so impossibly perfect. Our bodies work together, moving as one, until we lose control and dissolve into frenzied bucking, crying out each time our bodies slam together.
“Yes!” I scream as I explode, my muscles clenching him like a fist.
I barely understand when he climaxes. I’m that far gone.
Raine
It is a crazy night. We hardly sleep. All night long we go at it. Even when we are so exhausted our eyes close without our knowledge, we sleep only fitfully, and reach for each other soon after. Until I do not know what is dreams of him and what we truly did. The room reeks of our lust.
Finally, when dawn is in the sky we fall into a deep sleep. I wake up to the feeling of a mouth between my legs. I widen my thighs and moan softly at the delicious heat of his tongue. Once I have climaxed he fills me all over again.
I watch him until he goes over the edge. It is beautiful to watch him lose control. To know I made that happen. To know right now, there is nothing else in his mind except me.
“Do you have a high-necked top?” he whispers in my ear.
I turn to look in his eyes. “Yes, but I might not wear it.”
He smiles. “Good. You have exactly thirty minutes before your personal shopper arrives.”
“Look, Konstantin. If it’s all right with you. I really prefer not to shop. It’s not that I’m not grateful to you for taking the trouble to arrange everything, but I’ll feel better if I don’t take advantage of your incredible generosity. For me you have already done more than I could ever have prayed for. It is enough.”
“Nobody gave you the rule book, did they?”
“What rule book?”
“When you get invited to spend the weekend in London by a billionaire, the shopping trip is included in the deal. You don’t get to refuse.”
I bite my lip. “Are you always this generous?”