ALL THAT HE WANTS (Volume 1 The Billionaire's Seduction) (16 page)

I
needed
him inside me.

SOON.

And then, my wish was granted… though not quite in the way I had expected.

He drew his head back, and I felt his fingers brush against my thighs.

And then, gently, slowly, I felt them sliding inside me.

I cried out, a choked sob.

“Are you okay?” he asked from somewhere behind me, his voice concerned.

“Y-yes,” I whispered, my head down, my palms braced against the glass. “Yes.”

His fingers began to move inside me – not in-and-out, but curling. Like he was stroking one spot with his fingertips.

A steady, building pressure of intense pleasure began to fill me down there. With the girth of his fingers filling me up (though not nearly as much as another part of his body might), the sensations were incredible.

Suddenly, I realized what he was doing.

Oh my God, he must be touching my G-spot!

I’d read about it. Countless articles in
Cosmo.
Best-sellers on sex (well, read them furtively in bookstores, but didn’t actually buy them. That would entail having the cashier know what I was reading). Blog posts.

From what I remembered, the guy was supposed to use a ‘come-hither’ curl of his fingers to hit your spot. Connor was doing that, except he was on the opposite side, so I guess it was more of a ‘go-thither’ gesture. Or the way a person says ‘hit me’ in blackjack by rubbing his cards with two fingers.

Remember, I’m
not
sexually experienced. Sexually well-read, yes, but not experienced. Two of my four ex-boyfriends couldn’t even find my clitoris. Three of them didn’t go down on me much (one not at all), so why would they have taken the time to find what was, to them, a mythical place that didn’t afford
them
any pleasure?

The fact that Connor was even
attempting
to do this suddenly overwhelmed me with even greater desire for him.

That, and the fact that it seemed to be working pretty well.

At this point I was a hot mess, whimpering and moaning, my body shuddering as short contractions of bliss shot from my hips up to my head and down to my toes. My elbows had collapsed and my forearms and forehead were pressed against the glass now – otherwise I would have keeled over.

I think all the noise got too much for him, because his fingers suddenly slid out of me and he stood up.

As the waves of pleasure abated, I opened my eyes and stared out at the darkness.

My first thought, as I realized I was pressed up against the glass:
Oh my God, I hope there’s no one out there with binoculars.

At least the Dubai was the tallest hotel around, and we were in the penthouse.

Then I realized that the possibility someone was watching was actually turning me on.

My second thought:
Why did he stop?!

I suddenly got all self-conscious again.
I didn’t do anything for him! I’m being selfish! I’m just taking and not giving!

Then I heard
thump, thump.

I looked over to see his shoes rolling across the floor.

Then I heard
zzzziiiiip
and the sound of cloth falling softly to the floor.

That was when I put two and two together and realized my wishes were about to come true.

I felt something glide against my ass. Soft on the surface, but incredibly hard beneath, like a lead pipe wrapped in velvet.

And radiating heat. My god, it was burning up.

And very, very
large.

And
thick.

My knees shook. I turned around to look at it – I wanted to see it very, very badly –

But suddenly, a hand grabbed the hair at the nape of my neck, gently but firmly, forcing my head up slightly.

Oh God…

I don’t know what it was. Nobody else had ever done that to me. If you had asked me before, I would have said I wouldn’t have liked it – somebody grabbing my hair, pulling my head?

But in the moment, as turned on as I was…

…
daaaaaamn.
           

It was like he was totally in control of me. Dominating me. He was the Man, and I was the Woman. I was all his… and he knew it, and I knew it.

And I loved it.

I gasped.

He leaned over me as he pulled me up slightly, my arms straightening out against the glass. I could feel his erection gliding over my ass. Heat radiated off his body onto my back as his mouth came right up next to my ear.

My head was back and my eyes were closed. My entire body was trembling.

“Are you on birth control?” he whispered.

My eyes flew open.

It was a little comical. I had been expecting… I don’t know, ‘dirty talk’ or something. The question was a
leeeetle
bit too clinical to be sexy.

And then I felt his shaft slide across my ass, and I realized why he was asking it.

My heart thudded in my chest.

“…yes,” I whispered.

It was true. One of the
only
good things about working at Exerton was the awesome medical insurance benefits.

I’d had painful, irregular periods since I started at 13. I tried the pill during college, but it left me bloated and nauseated, so I quit after a few months. When I got hired at Exerton, I went for an annual exam, and my OB/GYN had suggested the NuvaRing. It’s a little plastic ring, looks like a jelly bracelet. You insert it ‘up there’ – waaay up there – and it gives off the same hormones as the Pill, but milder. Worked like a charm – only had to worry about it once a month, and no side effects.

But I’d never had unprotected sex before. The three months I’d been on the pill had been between boyfriends, and I was so freaked out about getting pregnant that I’d never had sex without a condom.

The thought of him inside me without protection terrified me… and thrilled me, too.

“You’re the only one in the last eight months,” he whispered, “and I’ve been tested since then. I’m clean. But I’ll use one if you want. Do you want me to use a condom?”

I didn’t answer at first. A little voice inside me was saying,
Of COURSE!

And another voice, a lot more sultry, was saying,
Hell no!

Apparently he decided to give me a little preview, because I felt his hips shift back. His shaft moved away from my body – and then I felt it between my legs. Not trying to enter me, but lying flush against me, pressing against my swollen, drenched lips.

I felt him move it back and forth, slowly, his skin sliding wetly against mine.

It felt
heavenly.

I moaned.

“…no,” I whispered, afraid and unsure, but wanting to know what it felt like so badly.

He froze.

“‘No’ what?” he asked, his voice concerned. “Do you want me to stop?”

I realized my answer was a little vague.

I paused, then finally said it:

“… do it without a condom,” I whispered.

“Good,” he murmured, and pulled away from my body. I felt his manhood slide away from me, too.

Then one hand grasped my left hip, and I felt the other hand brush against my thigh.

He was grasping his shaft.

He repositioned it at an angle, the tip pressing against my swollen lips…

…and then slooowly, smoothly, he slid inside me.

It was incredible.

The sensation of skin on skin, with nothing between us… it was so much more intimate.

Now, don’t get me wrong; back in the boardroom had been mind-blowing. Sex had
never
been that good for me before.

This was better.

I moaned louder and louder as he slowly moved inside me. I don’t know if it was the angle of entry, or his height or what, but as he entered me, his shaft kept stroking against the same place he had caressed with his curling fingers.

Oh my GOD it was amazing.

The pressure began to build and build. I was already on a hair-trigger from thirty minutes of foreplay and mind-games, and now the feeling of his girth inside me… and the long, slow, sensual pressure on my G-spot…

Within half a minute, I came.

Loudly.

Waves of pleasure racked my body. Every muscle in my core fluttered and spasmed with ecstasy, and waves of warmth and bliss pulsed through every other part of my body. My arms gave way, and I sank my forearms and head against the glass to keep from pitching forward. My legs buckled under me. The only reason I stayed standing was because Connor’s strong arms supported me around the waist, keeping me on my feet.

After the orgasm died down, I found myself with my face pressed against the glass. Not exactly the sexiest position I’ve ever found myself in… but then again, I’d never lost control like I had tonight.

There was one thing, though, that bothered me. While doggie style had been hot – and naughty (by my standards, anyway) – I wanted to look into his eyes. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted that eye-to-eye contact.

While I was awash in a sea of desire, that lack of closeness was okay. I wasn’t really thinking about it while I was moaning and screaming my head off. But I didn’t want to spend the next five or ten minutes like this, no matter how pleasurable it might be.

I wanted
him.

It was as though he read my mind.

I felt him slowly leave my body as my legs wobbled beneath me.

“Did you… did you come?” I panted as I looked over my shoulder. I was genuinely shocked and surprised that he hadn’t made any noise.

“No,” he said, and firmly but gently turned me around.

Then he looked down into my eyes… and kissed me.

Slow. Soft. Sensual.

His hands caressed my skin, moving from my shoulders to the small of my back.

I swooned.

When he finally broke away, he looked me in the eyes. “Can you keep going?”

Oh HELL yes.

I nodded, not trusting myself to keep my unladylike enthusiasm out of my voice.

“Good,” he grinned, then reached down, grabbed under my ass, and lifted me into the air.

“Oh my God, what are you doing?” I gasped. He handled me like I was a doll, he was so strong – seemingly no effort on his part at all.

“Continuing the festivities,” he murmured in my ear. Bracing my thighs against his ribs, he moved one hand down, fumbled with something beneath me… and then let me slooowly settle down.

The head of his shaft slowly entered me again, wet and slippery.

Oh My GOD.

I clutched at his shoulders and moaned as he filled me up. This time the sensation was different… it was astounding how
deep
he went inside me. I was actually a little afraid, but he eased me down onto him, keeping my ass supported with his powerful hands, until his hips softly butted (pun intended) against my ass.

“Kiss me,” he whispered fiercely.

I wreathed my arms around his neck, tilted my head, and sank into his lips for a long, slow, glorious kiss.

And as his tongue slipped sensuously over mine, he began to move his hips.

Slow and shallow at first, rocking back and forth. I could feel him deep inside me, touching places I’d never felt before.

Then he began to speed up, lifting me higher with his hands, his pelvis slapping against my ass, sending thrills of pleasure through me.

I moaned into his mouth, my lips pressed against his as he filled me and retreated, filled me and retreated, slammed inside me violently, then stopped – and slowly eased in again.

My head was swimming. He was exciting me so much, all over again, so fast.

And then suddenly we were moving.

I grabbed tight onto him and looked around in alarm. “What – ?!”

“Just going to the bedroom,” he grinned.

“Am I too heavy?” I asked, mortified.

“About as heavy as a couple of feather pillows.” (A blatant lie… which I appreciated immensely.) “But I want to get a little more… vigorous, and it’s hard to do that when you’re fighting gravity.”

Vigorous.

Mmmm.

Bring it on.

We entered the bedroom still attached at the hips, more or less. Just front to bottom, not side by side.

He walked me over to the bed, his shaft still inside me, and leaned me down almost vertical with the floor.

“Get the cover off,” he urged me.

“What?”

“The sheets – pull back the sheets.”

“Oh!”

I twisted around slightly, giggling – I’d never done
this
before, not from this position – and pulled the coverlet and sheets halfway down the bed. Then he let me sink down on the mattress and put his full weight on top of me, never once pulling out of me.

The sheets were
amazing.
Soft, silky – satin, maybe. All I know is that I was feeling a world of sensual delight against my back as I had a whole
other
world of sensual delights between my legs.

Now that he didn’t have to ‘fight gravity,’ Connor began over again – slow thrusts at first, then increasing in speed and depth. The difference was that he moved his hands to my head, where he grasped my hair. Sometimes he stared me in the eye, sometimes he kissed me passionately, sometimes he moved to the side and nibbled and licked at my ear.

The whole time I was moaning like a banshee.

He began to work up to a frenzy, his hips slapping mine. His hands clutched frantically at my hair, pulling it, driving me even wilder.

And he started whispering in my ear – hoarse, frantic, almost unhinged.

“Jesus – Lily – oh my God, Lily – oh fuck – oh fuck, Lily, oh FUCK – ”

Normally, in my everyday life, the language would have given me pause.

Not now. Unh unh. It just threw gasoline on the fire.

I clutched his ass, pulling him deeper inside me, moaning and crying out as my own pleasure rose higher and higher, getting closer and closer to coming again.

His voice became louder and more strained – his hands were rougher, pulling at my shoulder and hair more insistently –

“Oh GOD Lily, oh fuck, oh LILY, OH FUCK – ”