I leaned in, planted a soft kiss on her lips then withdrew for a micro minute. She slowly raised her body higher to me, then landed another kiss on my lips. I didn’t hesitate. I couldn’t. I began kissing her back slowly with my hands now gripping her ass.
Her lips were soft. I could taste bubble-gum lip gloss in my mouth. She felt like a goddess, so divine, in my arms. We kissed slowly for a short while, then picked up speed. She bit my lip, forcing me to let out a small moan. I bit hers back. She grinned a little, proceeding to slide her tongue deeper into my mouth. We swirled our tongues around each other for a while before pulling back and staring at each other in smiles.
It was then that I realized the canvass had been brought to life by our bumps. Different colors had been painted all over on it. I loved the piece of art that we had created instantly.
Chapter Five - Gina
Standing beside the canvas we had just painted a few moments ago, I couldn’t help but admire the man who stood beside it. His broad, crooked smile was written all over his face. Elijah was beaming with joy. I could almost swear I saw tears in his eyes. I couldn’t believe I was capable of charming a man, let alone a billionaire. I was going to remember this day for a long time.
He walked over then gathered me in his arms. His tight but gentle grip made me feel so small. I felt safe, secure, like he wouldn’t let anything harm me or touch me. I forgot all my insecurities for a moment, hoping his embrace would last forever. I wanted it to. God knows how much I wanted this moment to last a lifetime.
He looked into my eyes for a long moment, ran his left hand from my shoulder to my chin, cupping it gently as he leaned in for another kiss. I stood there, eyes closed in admiration, as Elijah’s hand moved slowly down my chest, gently but firmly grasping my right breast. I felt a thrill going through my vibrant young body. I felt a great desire to slip my hand beneath my dress and cup my other aching tit. I could swear Elijah read my mind. He grabbed my other tit, rolled my nipples gently between his thumb and forefinger, then carefully massaged my pliant flesh warmly. I let out a moan.
I could feel his cock bulging inside his jeans as he ground softly in rhythm against my belly. I wanted him so bad.
All the while, my eyes were tightly shut as I savored the whole experience with great pleasure. I felt him begin moving his left hand from my now tender right breast. He traced my skin towards the neck and began unbuttoning my dress. I opened my mouth to allow his warm tongue to enter, letting out a sigh in between passionate kisses.
Elijah had an effect on me, this man, a huge one. I felt helpless, my heart throbbing profusely against my chest. His soft, gentle touch on my skin sent shivers across my body. I had never felt that way before.
He slowly started loosening the knot tied behind my dress. Cleverly, he slipped his left hand inside to feel the now full warmness of my naked, sensitive flesh. He must’ve felt the stiffening of my skin against his palm because he loosened his grip on me and our mouths parted.
I could feel a slight tension rising between us. I don’t know why, but I felt nervous like things were moving too fast for me. Maybe all I wanted was a little breather.
“Are you okay, Gina?” Elijah asked in between catching his breath, showing concern. He took a step back, leaning against the wall to relax.
I craved and admired his affection, but I felt things were moving too fast.
“Forgive my naivety, Elijah.”
I couldn’t look him in the eyes anymore, partly because of shame but mostly because I felt like I had ruined what was probably my best experience with a man. I could almost feel tears forming in my eyes. What had I done? Why had I ruined the moment?
He took two strides in my direction, took my face in his hands, looked straight in my eyes, and said the most romantic words I’d ever heard. “We’ll take it slow; you have nothing to be ashamed of, Gina. You’re the most beautiful woman I have met. I desire you so badly.”
His mouth crashed in mine for a passionate kiss. I felt my whole melt into lust and desire. Elijah knew precisely how to make me want him; he used that power over me so well. I was smitten.
In the middle of our passionate kissing and now loud moans, he took hold of my left wrist, guiding it towards the bulge in the front of his denim jeans. The moment my fingers closed about his stiff prick, he let out a sigh, closing his eyes. I squeezed a little bit, he let out an even louder sigh. I could feel his cock furiously throbbing inside his trousers, begging for its master to grant it freedom. He felt big in my small palm. I could see he loved what I was doing to him.