Yours Truly (Billionaires and Brides 2)

My hands tangled in his dark hair as his mouth worked magic. His tongue caressed and teased, pebbling my nipple into a tight ball which he bit gently with his teeth. A high-pitched thrum vibrated through my entire body as I ground against his thigh with my pelvis. My head fell back against the house, and my hips pressed into him with my back arched to give him the best access I could. I wanted him to take all of me. I felt his smile against my damp skin as he went to the other breast to continue his exquisite torture.

He shifted his weight, removing the thigh that was perilously close to getting me off and putting his hands on my waist. With a spin, he picked me up and set me on the thick balcony. He made sure I had my balance so that my arm wrapped around the support beam. Despite the width of the balcony rail, I was still afraid I might fall. It was higher than I was really comfortable with, and I wasn't sure just how deep the ocean was below, even at high tide.

“Don't let me fall,” I whispered, a little anxious as to what he had planned.

He responded with a kiss, wrapping one arm around my waist so that he pinned me to the support beam. His kisses moved down to the sensitive area just below my ear where my shoulder and neck joined. “I've got you.”

His free hand slid up my thigh, reminding me that I was wearing a dress and that my knees were splayed open. His hand didn't stop at the hem of my dress; instead, he continued up my inner thigh and sent heat surging through my core. His fingers caressed the lace of the little panties I had chosen. They were light blue like the dress and more lace and string than fabric.

“Pretty,” he murmured into my shoulder, moving his lips to nibble on my collarbone. The pad of his thumb stroked me through the lace, and I moaned. I wanted him so badly that I couldn't think straight. His clever fingers danced under the thin lace and touched bare skin.

I knew I was already wet and ready. He made a happy, masculine noise into my shoulder as he began to pleasure me with his fingers. His thumb kept a steady pulse against my pleasure center while slowly working one finger, and then two into my ready body.

It was pure heaven. My breaths were coming quick and fast, my hands gripping the support beam more and more tightly. I was losing myself completely to his magic touch. My body twitched, pausing on the edge of beautiful oblivion. I had never gotten to this point of orgasm so quickly.

“I've got you,” he whispered again, tightening his grip on my waist. He held me safe above the waves as I lost my body to sheer ecstasy. The sound of the water roared in my ears, or maybe it was just my own heartbeat, but I clung to Noah and let myself be washed away.

I whimpered as my mind slowly returned, little aftershocks of pleasure still shaking my limbs.

“Bed. Now.” I couldn't make a coherent sentence, but I needed to have him inside of me. That instant. I was thinking of simply jumping off the rail and jumping his bones right there on the porch.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. I was glad, because I was pretty sure my knees were made of jelly. Plus, I liked the idea of him carrying me off to bed like a caveman.

He tossed me onto the bed, and I grinned as I bounced. I rose to my knees and wiggled out of my dress, tossing it to the side. His eyes went wide and dark as he looked me over, and judging by the stress on his zipper, he enjoyed it.

I watched in fascination as he pulled his polo over his head in a smooth movement. The room was dark except for the moonlight shining through the window. His muscles caught the light, making him gleam like the men in my best wet dreams.

He fished in his pocket for a moment to pull out his wallet. He opened it and pulled out a cellophane square. I held open my hands and he tossed it to me so he could unbuckle his shorts and step out of them. With my eyes on him, I carefully opened the package. I could see just how excited he was by the massive tent in his boxers. My lady parts tingled with excitement at what he was about to offer. I licked my lips, wanting to have him that second.

I slid to the floor, going to my knees before him. “Let me,” I purred. He gave a slow nod as I reached for his boxers and pulled down. A little gasp of desire escaped me as he

sprung free. He was utter male perfection, and he was about to be mine.

With seductive slowness, I kissed the velvet tip of his erection, stroking his delectable length with the lightest touch of my fingers. I gave him one slow lick with my tongue from stem to stern, watching the muscles in his abs tighten.

“Holy shit, Izzy,” he growled, his voice rough with need. I grinned up at him through my eyelashes, letting him know exactly what my mouth could do. His hands tangled in my hair as his eyes rolled back in his head. Small, pleasure-filled sounds echoed through the room as I tasted him.

I pulled back, giving him one last kiss before sliding the condom down his engorged length. My body tightened with every inch I lowered. I wanted to envelope him like that.

He took my hands to help me stand, our eyes meeting. The blue of Noah's eyes went dark with storm clouds of want. Just his look had my body humming. His eyes left mine to travel up and down my body, and his mouth opened in awe.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered, wrapping his strong hand around my neck and pulling me into his kiss. His hot length pressed into my hip, his kiss hot and insistent. Together we stumbled back onto the bed.

His body pressed against mine as he pushed my panties to the side and positioned himself at my entrance. I arched my back, giving him full access. “Please...” I panted.

With terrible slowness, he slid into me an inch at a time until I was sure I could hold no more. He continued, pressing ever deeper. I cried out with pleasure; he felt even better than I had imagined in my dreams.

He pushed himself to the hilt, filling me completely and then held there. My world tightened around him as he began working himself back and forth with calm, even strokes. My hands went to his back, his ass, wanting to touch every wonderful inch of him.

“Noah...” I moaned. Even his name felt wonderful. I hooked my legs around his waist, my hands grabbing at the flexed muscles of his shoulders and arms. I wanted more of him, as much as I could handle and more, but he just kept his perfectly even pace. It was driving me wild.

I tightened my legs around him and twisted, rolling him under me so we switched positions and I was on top. He grinned and brushed a strand of hair from my face. I began to bounce, his hands going to my hips to match my tempo. I went fast and hard, letting my body take what it needed.

“Oh, fuck, Izzy,” he groaned, letting his head fall back into the bed. His hips matched my cadence, our bodies meeting with a carnal sound that only added to my lust. He was everything I wanted. His body was heaven made of muscles and blue eyes.

His hands went wild, touching my hips, my stomach, my breasts, my ass, and my arms. It was like he wanted to touch me everywhere all at once. I understood the feeling as my hands used his pecs for balance. I needed more hands to touch him more.

He rose to his elbows, driving his full length deep into me. I gasped, meeting his eyes. His face was flushed. I loved that he was panting with want. His erratic breathing and the knowledge that it was I that was doing that to him turned me on like nothing I could imagine. I kept the undulating motion with my hips, watching his face contort with pleasure.