Playboy Billionaire
He tickled my clit, making my neck muscles begin to throb with my head thrown back. The tendons were quite noticeable. I could feel him taking off the belt and letting the robe slide open. Anybody from outside would know what was going on, but couldn’t see a damn thing.
“It doesn’t look like I’m going to be able to hold you back. I do like oral sex giving and receiving. That is something that you are going to learn very quickly.” He lightly nipped at my thighs; pulling at the skin and making me feel that I was in over my head.
“I do like a woman that knows how to carry herself with authority. I can’t get over the way that these pink lips seem to be calling my name.” He slid in, his tongue going into place and stirring the source of that pleasure.
“My god… I don’t know where your tongue begins and ends and I don’t care. I have been tightly round from the moment that I began my campaign to seduce you. It looks like the tables have turned and I couldn’t be any happier.” I slapped my legs over his shoulders. I was lying back while leaning on my hands. I wasn’t going to miss a single moment of the way that he was looking at me with that fire in his eyes. If I didn’t believe in miracles before, then the way that he was driving me out of my mind was slowly convincing me otherwise.
I heard the lapping motion of his tongue as he licked up one side and down the other to once again insert his dominance. The forceful way that he was digging his fingers into my thighs was a good indication that he was a man of few words and mostly action.
I was tapping what appeared to be Morse code on his back with my heels, but mostly it was keeping up with the rhythm of how he was pushing me beyond my own endurance. I should have stopped him, but I don’t think anyone in their right mind would have been able to. That pleasure-seeking digit was revving my motor and bringing things out of me that I had never felt before. I was the one that was usually in control, teaching the younger generation how to treat a woman the right way, but this was like lightning between my legs.
He had control of me and messing around with him was asking for more trouble than it was worth. I couldn’t say that and mean it with a straight face. If necessary, I would’ve walked over broken glass and stood up to just about anyone to be with him. I thought about Lillian and what she had done to keep Julia from making problems. It could’ve been a bluff, but I had this feeling that she wasn’t prone to saying something that wasn’t true.
“What the hell is that?” He had slipped me the finger and latched onto another part of my anatomy that was most appreciative for the attention. I was pushing myself up against him, putting my hands on his shoulders for support as I felt it coming. He had raised the bar for other men and I was soon flying by the seat of my pants. I wasn’t wearing pants, but it didn’t I mean that I wasn’t transported to another realm of existence.
I had no idea that I was capable of screaming with that kind of intensity. It rattled the very cups that had our coffee sitting on the counter. I thought for sure that the windows were going to explode. That would cause us to run for cover from the raining shards of glass.
He was slapping my thighs, making this humming sound that only prolonged and enhanced the experience. I was completely enthralled, lost to the moment and pulling at the short hairs on his head with my body now climbing to the very end of my rope. I thought that one orgasm was plenty, but the second one that followed the first was even stronger. I was moaning with my eyes rolling into the back of my head and my body at the crescent of my pleasure.
The pleasing way that he circled my clit without even touching it was making me extra sensitive. I would’ve loved to have taken a snapshot of the moment. I wanted to hold onto that feeling, bottle it and then bring it out when I needed that pick me up.
His lips were covered in my secretions and that glistening sheen was a dead giveaway that he had gone above and beyond. I touched those lips, tracing them with my finger and then made him suck it deeply in and out of his mouth. It was such an erotic and naughty thing to do that it was right up there with the way that I had played with him with my feet.
He was licking the dew drops of my excitement off of my thighs and biting lightly to make me hunger for something even more than lip service. He didn’t stop until he was lightly tickling my clit and making me push back against him with my foot against his chest. I was oversensitive and anymore and I probably would’ve passed out from the sheer bliss of the moment.
He stood up with both hands on the island on either side of me. He kissed me, letting me taste the ambrosia of my flavor attacking my taste buds. It was all that I could do not to lie there in a prone position with my head hanging over the side and not giving a damn about what kind of impression I was making on the locals that were passing by.
“Miss West, I do believe that I have finished what I started. I’ve worked myself into an appetite. You may need some time to compose yourself. I would like to request the honor of your company for breakfast. I just hope that I don’t have room for dessert.” He licked his lips, making me feel like my pie was the only thing on the menu.
I sat there at the table, playing footsy with him underneath the tablecloth and seeing him squirm to my touch. I was running my bare foot up the inside of his jeans. It was a tight fit and I had to contend with putting both feet in his lap. He kept looking around like our display was going to be caught.
The feeling was sublime to feel the outline of his desire for me. I was only priming him and pumping him up for the test that I had come up with to measure his stamina. My legs were quivering with that need building by the second. I would have gladly squatted over top of him and taken him into me with his pole following the silky contours of my inner muscles.
“I believe that I’m going to have the steak and eggs. I’m quite famished and you drained me of everything that I had left. I need to replenish with a carbo load of calories.” I took the freshly made orange juice. I drank half the glass with my lips feeling parched and in desperate need of something to quench my thirst.
“Marshall, we need to talk about business. Do you think that you can manage that with this distraction?”
“I have gotten a couple of text messages and they are not very promising. I thought that one of these two companies would feel like fighting back. Whatever she has over them is substantial enough that they don’t want to rock the boat. I’m not giving up. There’s still a few at the bottom of the totem pole t
hat might want their pound of flesh. We’re just going to have to be patient. I know that is not either one of our strong suits, but I think that we have learned that sometimes good things come to those who wait.” I was still playing the naughty vixen under the table and he was having trouble speaking.
I would’ve gone under and taken matters into my own hands, but I thought that might be pushing it just a little bit. I was still feeling nervous that I was taking this kind of risk in a public place. It felt too delicious to stop and the look on his face told me that he remembered how my toes felt on his naked shaft.
“You can only do so much, Marshall. There’s no reason to beat yourself up over it. Whether Lillian comes after us or not is beside the point. I know this is going to sound trite, but have you ever thought that love can conquer all?” I didn’t mean to say that, but it wasn’t like I could take it back. I didn’t exactly come out and say that I loved him, but the meaning was quite clear for any man even if they were unable to read the signs of a woman’s attraction.
“You are purposely teasing me and I know the reason why. You want there to be no doubt in your mind that what we are doing tonight is the right thing. It’s possible that we got caught up in the danger. I don’t think so, but that is not for me to say. You have to decide what is right for you. This is entirely in your hands. I would never assume anything. It’s a woman’s prerogative to change her mind. I won’t hold that against you if that is what you are worried about.” It was nice of him to give me that out, but I wasn’t looking for one.
“We have done more than enough talking already. We only have to wait a few more hours and then everything will become clear to the both of us. We like to test each other. I am a woman wild with passion and it’s not something that you are used to. You might have seen a semblance of that with some of those girls that you have been with in the past, but nothing like this.” The pleasure was mine. What he had done this morning was going to make me go crazy on him.
I had a western omelet with all the fixings. It was the perfect complement to the way that he had consumed me for an appetizer. I wanted to return the favor. His lust for me was boiling over. My toes had turned him into a gibbering idiot. He was trying to say something, but the sweat pooling down his nose told me that I was breaking him like a wild stallion.
The breakfast was everything that the manager had claimed that it would be. The home fries were not something to be left out. Tasting the pepper and salt touching my tongue was nothing compared to what I was going to taste later on.
“I almost forgot. I have a ski lesson in less than 10 minutes. You’re more than welcome to join me. You can’t tell me that in all of your travels around the world that you haven’t strapped on a pair of skis.” He left a sizable tip and it was not your customary 15%. The smile on the waiter’s face was priceless as he picked up the $100 bill and pocketed it before anybody could notice.
“There’s no reason for me to see you being manhandled like the wanton woman that you are. I trust you not to do anything that would make me look at you in a different light. I can’t say the same thing for your instructor, but it always takes two to tango. If you make it perfectly clear to him that you’re off limits, then maybe he won’t make that pass that he has been accused of in the past.” He didn’t want to ski, but he did want to meet the man that was going to try playing the part of Romeo to this Juliet.
“I just want to tell you that you need to keep your hands off of her. That might sound petty and jealous, but I have every right to be possessive. She is mine and if I were you, I would not mess with me. You never know, I might take exception to the way that you are undressing her with your eyes. If that is as far as it goes, then I won’t have anything to worry about.” Marshall looked ready to throw down with anybody. I was going to have to remind him that I had no interest seeing him fight for my honor.