Fresh: A BWWM Secret Billionaire Romance (5 page)

I
walked
downstairs with my MacBook Pro in one hand.

"Hey Jimmy."

He jumped to his feet. “Amelia...I just want to say that I'm so sorry..."

I waved away his apology for teasing me earlier. "It's fine. Why didn't you tell me that this house had Wi-Fi? I don't care that the signal is so weak. I'd just love to get back online and reconnect, you know? Could you give me the password?"

"This house doesn't have Wi-Fi. You must be picking up the neighbor's network, but they live a half mile away down the road. That must be a pretty powerful computer to catch something as tiny as that."

I was a little bit crushed. I thought that I had found a virtual escape from this house and the tantalizing man inside of it. Instead, I was right where I started, only worse, because my hope had been easily stomped by Jimmy. It seemed like that was my theme for the day. I knew it wasn't fair, but I wasn't in the mood for news like this.

"Okay." I turned around to walk up the stairs. Don’t cry, Mel.

"Wait!"

I spun around. I crossed my arms and glared at him. I wanted to be alone to sulk a little more.

"Do you want to have a snowball fight?"

I blinked. "You do that?" That might be a good way to release all the frustration.

"Yeah, of course." He had dimples when he fully smiled. "Do you wanna build a snowman?"

"You've watched Frozen?"

He looked affronted. "Is there anybody in America who hasn't?"

"No, there are plenty of people who haven't. It's a children's movie, you know."

"That song was everywhere. I couldn't stay away."

"Let me grab my coat. I would love to play in the snow. I haven't done it since I was a little kid."

I changed into warm clothes. I had silk leggings that were technically long-johns. I put on a warm underlayer from Uniqlo, then a vest and a scarf. I took out my big winter coat with its water-resistant exterior.

When I came downstairs, Jimmy laughed. "It's like you grew to twice your size."

"Are you calling me fat?" I asked playfully. I was just teasing.

"Nah. Come on. Let's play."

When he opened the door, a few flakes came in. I followed him outside. In a half second, I had a bunch of cold snow hitting me in the face. The snowball fell apart when it felt the solid warmth of my face. It dripped as it melted, and it came down to my neck, dripping into my scarf. I gasped for a little bit, just like all those people had during the Ice Bucket Challenge.

"Oh no you didn't!" I got a bunch of snowball and hurled it at him. In my haste to get revenge, I hadn't packed it well enough. It swirled into the air as the little flakes fell slowly downwards again. It was beautiful, but I saw him launching a snowball at me. I ducked out of the way this time. This was an all-out war.

We stayed outside for at least an hour, smacking each other over and over again with huge bundles of snow. It felt magical to hit each other with snow while the snowflakes fell around us. It was like being inside a snow globe. A very cold snow globe. I liked the look of the snow piling up around us.

Eventually, I just plopped down on my back. I started making a snow angel. I was too pooped to keep throwing and dodging snowballs.

Jimmy came and sat beside me.

"I never knew that the reason why people made snow angels was that they were tired."

He started making one. His arms were so long that he touched my snow angel, marring the perfect, clean lines.

"Hey! You're messing up my angel!"

In response, he buried me in a huge heap of snow. Now my angel was covered up, and I was heaped with snow. I wiggled out from the snow, but Jimmy was on top of me. I saw the light in his eyes from before, and he leaned down and kissed me gently. His mouth was colder than mine. He pulled back.

"Let's go inside."

What was it with him and kissing me and then shutting everything down? He went from hot to cold instantly.

"I'm not coming back inside." I crossed my arms. "I am going to be making another angel, one that you won’t mess up. And I'll go in when I damn well please."

"Amelia, you are soaked head to toe from playing in the snow. Come on. I'll make you some hot cocoa to warm you up."

My legs were wet with melting snow. I might be obstinate, but I wasn't suicidally obstinate. I wanted to come in. My body was starting to shiver a bit.

"I'll take you up on the cocoa." He gave me his hand to pull me up. I was flush with his body, though our coats and various layers were between. He kissed me again, then he towed me inside. I was so confused. What did he want?

"Stomp your boots. I don't want to get too much snow inside of the house. The puddles take forever to dry up."

I obediently stomped my boots outside.

"There's snow all over my clothes, too." I took off my coat at the door and hung it on his coatrack. I took off my hat. I unwound my scarf. Everything was saturated with snow. I took off my vest. I was down to my Uniqlo layer and my long-johns at this point.

I could see him looking at the wet cloth clinging to my breasts. He had teased me earlier today, suddenly kissing me when he wanted to. If he didn't want to have sex, that was his thing, not mine. I defiantly pulled off my shirt. His eyes just about popped out of his head when he saw my boobs encased in their white lace bra. He closed his eyes.

"Amelia, please put your shirt back on so that I can open my eyes."

There was the rustle of clothes. "You can look now."

His eyes opened, then immediately shut again. Then he opened his eyes again, unable to resist the show.

"
W
hen I told
you to put on your shirt, that didn't mean to take off your bra, too. Cripes, Amelia." He swallowed audibly.

"Why are you fighting this so much?"

"I haven't..." He closed his eyes again. "I haven't done this before," he rushed out in a single breath.

"You're a virgin?" My eyebrows shot up.

"I...think that sex is an expression of love between two people. I don't sleep around...I've never slept with anyone."

That explained a lot. "Well, you were pretty concerned about how cold I was. Why don't you take a shower?"

He blinked. "What? Why would me taking a shower warm you up?"

I stared at him before I watched the implication sink in. I tapped my bare foot.

"Oh." He blinked. "Okay. I think that I could get on board with that." I saw his dimples again.

He shed his clothes by the door, too. I got a glimpse of his smooth skin and the muscles that he had hidden away from me until now. He was semi-erect. I knew that when it was fully erect, it would be huge.

"Catch me."

I turned and ran up the stairs. After a half second, I heard him running behind me. He picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder. It was a bit of a bumpy ride up the stairs, but I enjoyed being carried away like this, as if he was a Viking and he was stealing me. He got us both into the tiny shower and turned on the warm spray. There was only just enough room for the two of us to stand face to face. I kissed him. He leaned down a lot, and his knees were bent so that they went around my body.

I put my hands on his shoulders, and I pulled myself up. Thank goodness for gymnastics skills. I held onto his body with my legs and arms. His hands came to support my ass. I kissed him more thoroughly, exploring his mouth with my tongue. It was easier to get at him when we were wrapped up like this. When he was panting hard, I knew that I should change the position.

"Put me down, please." He put me back on my feet, but I immediately went to my knees. The shower was a very tight fit for this, but I would make it work. I swirled my tongue around his cockhead, and I felt his hands go to my hair. He could not stop himself from pushing and withdrawing from my mouth.

"Feels so good," he moaned quietly. "Ah."

I let go of his cock, and I went straight for his balls. When I started tea-bagging him, I heard him yelp a little bit. I concentrated on the part of his body that I knew was the most sensitive with the most nerve endings, and I was gratified to see his body vibrating like a violin string that had just been plucked by a virtuoso. His thighs were very tense, and when I heard him grunt above me, he released into my mouth, filling me with his salty seed. When he was done, I let go of his softening cock.

"That was amazing."

He touched my spine and kissed me lightly. I shared the taste of his come with him.

"I've never had that before." He swallowed.

I smiled. "There's plenty where that came from." I bit his ear while I was standing on tiptoe.

"I better wash you up." I took soap from the shower caddy, and I lathered it up. I put my hand on his dick. Instead of softening, he reversed direction. He was getting bigger and harder than the first time. He was breathing hard, watching me tug on him in a perfect rhythm.

"I don't want to come yet. I want to pay you back for the..."

"Oral skills?" I smiled. "I'm down."

H
e took
me into his bedroom for the first time. He had a large king-sized bed.

"Nice bed."

"I'm really tall. I don't fit on the other beds. The bed that you have in your room is built for a child...which..." he loomed over me. "Is about your height."

I pinched him. "Believe me, the way that I feel about you is very adult." I pushed him with my hands on his warm, wet chest onto the bed. We hadn't even toweled off. There would be enough time for that later. Honestly, the heat from the two of us would probably turn everything to steam in a few minutes anyway.

He was flat on his back on the bed, and I crawled up so that I could sit on his face.

"Lick."

He listened to me, and he pushed his large, wide, inexperienced tongue against my lower lips.

"Lick my clit." I directed his tongue to the right place, changing the angle that I was at over his face. My breasts were swinging as I ground into his face. He may not be that experienced, but he was good, very good for his first time giving oral.

As I felt myself nearly getting to my climax, I got off of his face.

"Why did you stop? I was just getting the hang of it."

"The first time that I come from you, you're going to be inside of me."

I slid down his body. His cock was fully erect and waiting for me. I stroked it a few times, and it got impossibly bigger.

"Have you ever thought about a career in porn? Your dick is big enough for it."

He laughed. "Nah. It’s not.“

I let the subject drop. He watched me as I positioned his hard rod between my legs. I teased him, just putting the tip to my lower lips.

"You want this?" I cupped my breasts, offering them to him. "You want it?"

In response, I found myself laying on my back with my sturdy thighs on each side of his hips. Without a word, he sank inside of me. I gasped. I had seen how big his cock was, and I felt how big it was when I sucked him earlier, but that was no comparison to what it felt like when he thrust it all inside of my body. I felt my body was falling apart in two pieces. He pushed into me again and again in a quick rhythm. He leaned down and bit my neck, then he moved down to biting my breasts. My head thrashed from the overwhelming sensations in my body. I had been turned on and so close from when I was queening him, and I felt myself getting right back to that point.

Until I couldn't hold on anymore, and the sensation of his hard, hot cock plunging into my wetness was too much to take. I moaned, and he put his hand on my clit. He rubbed it a little bit, and I nearly blacked out as I saw sparks behind my eyelids.

When I opened my eyes again, he was still going at it. He was using my wet, limp body for his pleasure. At this point, I couldn't feel or move my legs. They were locked in place. He grunted a few times, then I felt a little spurt of precome inside of my body. His eyes shut tight, and his mouth was open. His breath was coming in gasps. I tightened my Kegel muscles.

With a cry, he followed me over the cliff. He spilled spurt after spurt of hot come inside of my waiting body, enough that it came out onto my thighs and the sheets.

He pulled out of me, spilling even more seed on his sheets.

"That was incredible. Thank you." He kissed me lightly again, with a little tongue this time.

I smiled up at him. "When I have the strength to walk, I am going to need a shower."

"
M
y legs feel like Jello
, but..." He rolled to the side of the bed, and he pulled me into his strong arms. He carried me right back into the shower. I wrapped my arms and legs around him. He turned on the water. He pinned my back against the cold wall, and he kissed me desperately.

I broke the kiss. "Put me down."

He put me back on my feet, and I soaped him up, all of him. His hard chest, his sweaty back, his well-used genitals, and his taut ass. I touched every bit of him, including his toned forearms and his solid calves. His breathing got funny when I was touching his calf with my hand, and I tickled him a little behind the knee.

"Turnabout is fair play." He stole the soap from me, and he cleaned me up in just the same way. The slick soap was everywhere.

Suddenly, my feet were not on the ground anymore. He pulled me back into his arms, and he put my back against the cold wall. I tilted my head so that I could kiss him.

He pulled back. “I want you." He had a hand on his dick, and he guided himself into my sore pussy. I didn't know if I could take more, but when I felt his hard silken warmth inside of my body, I changed my mind. I could endure a little pain for this much pleasure. I tightened my muscles around him.

He moaned in front of me, then he tucked his face into my neck. I felt the abrasion of his beard against my shoulder and breast. He pushed and pulled his dick inside of my waiting body. He was pinning me to the wall with his body and holding me up with one hand. The other hand touched my clit again.

"You're a very fast learner."

"I aim to please. People pleaser."

He touched my body gently, then roughly. I screamed as every muscle in my body seized up. I went flying into space. He followed right behind me, shooting load after load of hot come inside of my wet body. And I knew that it had been something far beyond what I had ever experienced to feel this with him, to be his first.

"I popped your cherry," I teased. "But you are a very fast learner."

"Oh my god, I had no idea that sex would feel this good. I would not have waited so long if I had known."

"I am glad that I was your first." I kissed his cheek. "If you hadn't waited, I wouldn't be." And for some reason, it made me happy to think that I was the only girl with whom he had ever had sex.

The water sprayed all of the evidence off of our bodies. I was warm from top to bottom, from the center of my bones outward. It could have been the shower, but I knew that it was the sex and the warmth that was flowing between the two of us. "I've never had sex like that."

He kissed me. He turned off the water, and he reached out to wrap both of us in the blue towel.

"I'm exhausted. Nap with me?"

"Sounds great." I never napped. "Lead on."

With his arm and the towel wrapped around me, he pulled me to his bed. He lay down, and I went to his side and lay my head on his chest. It felt reassuringly warm and solid beneath me. I could feel his muscles flex as he pulled the covers around us.

It felt nice to fall asleep in his arms. Everything was warm and light, even though the room was dark. I felt safe and like my entire body was filled with happy light. I was like the star in Neil Gaiman’s
Stardust
.

I felt his breathing slow, and mine did, too. I could feel the soft, steady thumping of his heartbeat, and it lulled me to sleep.