Married to the Secret Billionaire

She smiles, turning so her lips graze the stubble along my jawline. “I love when you make me shiver like that.”

“What else do you like me to make you do?” I grin and kiss her again, harder, right as I press my index finger inside her. She moans a little into my mouth, arching up against me as I push my finger knuckle-deep into her pussy. I curl it slightly in her, dragging it out slowly, so it runs along her inner wall. Right at her entrance, I push it back in again, making her arch her hips up against me.

“I like when you… make me come for you,” she whispers, her voice hitching a little as I add a second finger inside her.

I rock my hand slowly, in and out of her, building toward a rhythm. She lifts her hips to grind her pelvis against the heel of my hand, and I gently use my free hand to press her back down against the bed, pinning her there as I finger her, slower and slower.

She lets out a little huff, wriggling beneath me. “Fuck me, Ankor. Fuck me, please.”

My smile widens. “I love hearing you beg.”

“Please,” she repeats, louder, those blue eyes fixed on me.

She doesn’t have to ask again.

Pushing into her is like coming home. A groan of pleasure escapes my throat as my cock drives into her tight, wet pussy. She feels so fucking good. Even better when she wraps those long, lean legs of hers around my waist and hooks her hands over my shoulders.

I lie down along her, one hand cupping her ass, the other pinning her shoulders to the bed. I lean back, just far enough so I can meet her eyes as I push into her, slowly, further and further, until my shaft is buried inside her, and she’s moaning with pleasure.

“God you feel so fucking good,” I murmur against her lips, distracted.

“I love how you fill me,” she whispers.

I kiss her lips, slow and sweet. Then draw out, just a few inches. Enough to push back inside her again, slow and steady. She starts to rock her hips against mine as I find my rhythm. “You are a fucking marvel,” I tell her, reaching up to brush her hair back from her face before I pull out, push back in again.

Her eyelids flutter, half-closed now. “I don’t want this to end.”

“It won’t, Sinclair. It won’t.”

We go slow that night. All night, neither of us rushed. We want to take our time, enjoy every inch of one another. And when we finally finish—when I’ve finally made her come enough times that I feel satisfied finishing myself, and letting her lick my cock until it’s clean and we’re both breathless from the pleasure—she lies across my chest, arms draped around me, eyes shut. Perfectly trusting.

I don’t fall asleep, though. Not right away. I stay up, listening to the sound of her breathing as it slows. Running my hands through her hair and wondering how on earth I got so lucky. Wanting to do anything to keep her happy, to keep her safe. To keep her with me.

Eventually I must fall asleep after all, because I wake up to the dawn light creeping through my windows, and Sinclair still wrapped in my arms, her head pillowed against my chest, her breathing slow and even. I smile and gently roll her to the side, then slip under the covers I pulled up over us last night.

I kiss my way down the flat plane of her belly, lower. I move until my mouth is against her mound, and kiss her softly, slowly. Lower, lower. I part her thighs gently and run my tongue along the crease of each leg, one after the next. She shivers and lets out a sigh of pleasure in her sleep. I smile and run my tongue along the lips of her pussy, slowly parting them with my tongue, before I press it fully along her slit.

She moans a little louder and shifts against the bed.

I keep watching her, even as I drag my tongue along her length, up to her clit, which I gently run the flat blade of my tongue along, pressing just hard enough to make her moan again. Her eyelids flutter. She shifts a little, confused, and glances down to find me between her thighs. Her eyes go wide, her eyebrows rising… And then she reaches down to run her hands through my hair, smiling.

I press my tongue between her folds again, and push the tip into her entrance, making her moan last just a shade longer. She parts her legs, and I slide one hand beneath her to lift her ass, pulling her hips against my face.

She tightens her hands in my hair, bucking against me as I tongue her over and over. It doesn’t take long before she’s crying out my name, her whole body arched against the sheets. I keep tonguing her clit, as her toes curl and her body trembles with the force of the orgasm.