Restless Billionaire (6 page)

 
          
Then
he took the ornately decorated end of the sari that was wound up and over her
shoulder and pulled it away where it fell to drape over her arm. She could feel
the air caress her bare skin where her bodice was revealed and cut very low.
She heard Sebastian’s indrawn breath and then felt his knuckles gliding over
her skin. She shivered and said with a tiny moan, ‘Sebastian …’ his name
dropping effortlessly from her mouth as if she’d been saying it all her life.

 
          
He
pulled her hair over one shoulder and pressed a kiss to the place where her
shoulder met her neck and she realised that he was undoing the tiny fastenings
holding her bodice together. It was loose in seconds and he pushed it apart to
bare her back completely.

 
          
Aneesa
couldn’t and didn’t want to stop him when from behind her he pushed her top
down her arms until it fell to the floor along with the end of her sari. She
was naked from the waist up and Sebastian came right up behind her and snaked
his hands around her, trailing them with infinite slowness up over her belly to
the underside of her breasts.

 
          
Eyes
closed, Aneesa beseeched him silently and couldn’t stop the convulsive shiver
when his hands came up and cupped her breasts fully, trapping her nipples
between his fingers. She arched her back which pressed her bottom into him and
she could feel his arousal, rock hard and insistent.

 
          
Little
moans were coming from somewhere as Sebastian kneaded her breasts, making her
nipples stand even more erect, and she only realised then that
she
was the one making the sounds.

 
          
With
a smooth move he finally turned her around to face him and Aneesa bit her lip,
knowing she should be feeling embarrassed or shy, but unable to drum up
anything other than intense need. Sebastian’s eyes dropped to take in her
breasts and down to where her hips flared out from a small waist.

 
          
Almost
reverently he touched her curves. ‘You’re so beautiful, like nothing I’ve ever
seen before….’

 
          
He
slowly started to unravel the sari from around her waist, until he reached to
where it was tucked into her underskirt. With a flick the voluminous material
fell to the floor and he was undoing the catch on the skirt so that it, too,
fell. Aneesa stood before him now, naked but for a gold chain around her waist.

 
          
She
flushed hotly and felt the need to explain. ‘The women who got me ready had no
idea that I wouldn’t be indulging in a traditional wedding night with my
husband. They didn’t know that this would have been … wasted on him.’

 
          
Sebastian’s
eyes lifted and caught hers, his jaw clenched. ‘Well, it’s not wasted on me—it
is an honour for me to see you uncovered like this.’

 
          
Absurdly
Aneesa felt tears threaten. But then Sebastian was bending down to her feet
where he lifted first one foot and then the other to take off her shoes. Taking
each foot in his hand, he kissed where the henna tattoo snaked up in an ornate
design to above her ankles.

 
          
And
then he took her hands and pressed kisses into each hennaed palm. From where he
was, crouched before her, he slowly slid his hands up her legs, first one and
then the other, until she had to lean on his shoulders because she was afraid
she might fall.

 
          
Her
long hair slipped over one shoulder as she looked down. With one hand cupping
her bottom Sebastian slid his other hand up between her legs, gently
encouraging her to part them for him. Aneesa’s heart stopped dead and her
breath caught in her throat as those long fingers delved through her dark curls
to her most intimate place, stroking along plump moistness where she could feel
a pulse throb.

 
          
Her
legs wobbled, knees threatening to give out, as she gasped, ‘Sebastian …’ Her
hands tightened on his shoulders, as he seemed to effortlessly know just what
to do to stoke her desire higher and higher. Her belly was clenched, her skin
tingling all over and her head felt like it might explode.

 
          
‘It’s
… too much …’
It’s
not enough!
The contradictory thoughts
rang in her head.

 
          
She
wanted him to stop and never to stop, and it was overwhelming. She nearly cried
out when he took his hand away and stood again. He pressed a hot kiss against
her mouth and said, ‘Sorry … we’ll take it slower….’

 
          
Aneesa
was immediately contrite. ‘No … I mean, I don’t know … I just—’

 
          
He
shushed her with a finger to her lips. ‘You don’t have to say anything … it’s
OK. This is just the beginning.’

 
          
And
then he started to strip, making her mind go blank. His shirt came off to
reveal that stunningly beautiful chest again and then his hands were on his
trousers. Helplessly her eyes dropped and she watched in fascination as he
pulled them down over lean hips and dropped them to the floor. He stood before
her, naked except for a pair of briefs and they bulged with his powerful
arousal.

 
          
When
he pulled them down too, lights exploded behind Aneesa’s eyes to see him
revealed in all his glory, massively aroused, and she longed to reach out and
explore.

 
          
As
if he’d heard her wanton thought, he said huskily, ‘Touch me, Aneesa.’

 
          
Too
scared to touch him where she really wanted, hesitantly she lifted her gaze and
then reached out to run her hands over his chest, feeling how satin smooth his
skin was under the light covering of hair. She scraped his blunt nipples with
her nails, exulting in his indrawn breath and the hiss between his teeth.

 
          
And
then because it was too hard not to, her gaze dropped again to take in that
intimidating arousal which looked as if it had grown even bigger. Tentatively
she reached out to touch him. His penis jerked and she bit her lip, reaching
out again this time to wrap her hand around him.

 
          
She
had a sudden memory of giggling over the
Kama
Sutra
when she was in her teens with friends, when hilarity would disguise
their genuine fascination with the explicit pictures they saw. She’d always
felt slightly guilty by how fascinating the pictures had been to her, and when
on a school trip they’d visited the sacred temples of Khajuraho, famous for
their erotic sculptures, she’d been mortified at the achy hot feeling she’d
felt in her belly after inspecting them, thinking that there must be something
wrong with her.

 
          
But
now Aneesa followed a feminine instinct as old as time and she bent down and
took him in her mouth. He tasted salty and musky and her belly clenched with
desire, but Sebastian was pulling her back up and she could see the fierce
slash of colour across his cheeks and his eyes burning.

 
          
‘Stop … that’s enough for now.
I won’t be able to go slowly
if you keep doing that….’

 
          
When
he’d seen her hennaed hand encircle him and felt the wet touch of her tongue,
Sebastian had feared for his control when he’d never had to worry about it
before. But something about the way she’d so innocently looked at him with such
blatant hunger and had then bent down, giving him an enticing view of the curve
of her waist and
buttocks,
had nearly sent him into
orbit.

 
          
He
took her hand again and led her to the bed, reaching out to a drawer nearby for
protection as he did. He donned it with almost indecent haste and gently pushed
her back onto the bed. Seeing her laid there, all curves, peaks and dark dips
and hollows, he had to curb an animalistic instinct to brand this woman as his
in the most primal way. All sense of urbanity was a mere illusion, and he
struggled to claw back control. He bent down, over her, and took her face in
his hands and kissed her passionately, exulting when her hands crept around his
back and she kissed him with equal fervour.

 
          
Their
bodies touched from head to toe, and Aneesa could have wept with relief when
she felt Sebastian’s heavy weight over her. She could feel him thrust one leg
between hers, his hair-roughened thigh chafing exquisitely against her soft
inner thighs, his erection between them.

 
          
Then
he drew back and this time explored
her
,
with a thoroughness that had her all but melting into a puddle on the bed. With
his mouth on her breast, sucking a hard nipple deep, and his hand between her
legs, fingers stroking and exploring her hot wetness, she was all but crying
out for some elusive fulfilment she’d never craved before.

 
          
Time
and reality had been reduced to this man and this room and this aching
burgeoning feeling inside her, so when Sebastian moved over her more fully and
settled between her legs, she instinctively opened up to him as much as she
could.

 
          
‘Are
you ready?’

 
          
She
nodded, incapable of speech. And when she felt his blunt head thrust into her,
she held in a gasp at the intrusive sensation. Sebastian was infinitely
patient, going so slowly that she arched her back and hips towards him, making
him curse softly.

 
          
He
thrust again and she felt a stinging hot pain for a second but it was
obliterated when she felt him slide even deeper inside her, causing her to move
her hips experimentally. A delicious coil of sensation was building which was
heightened when Sebastian started to move in and out. It rose higher and higher
until she was panting in his arms, head back and eyes open wide as he took her
on a journey of discovery of her own body.

 
          
She
barely heard another muffled curse as his movements became more urgent and with
a guttural groan she felt him tense for a long moment before his whole body
collapsed over hers.

 
          
Aneesa
was still trembling on the cusp of something that felt huge and momentous, but
clearly Sebastian was finished. He was slumped over her now, breathing heavily,
and she felt curiously dissatisfied, but also inordinately tender, stroking his
back, even as she dimly wondered if this was what all the fuss was about.

 
          
A
sense of disappointment rushed through her despite her attempts to block it out—what
had she hoped for after all? Singing angels and blasting trumpets? She had no
experience to call on….

 
          
Sebastian
lifted his head then and looked down at her. He grimaced. ‘I’m sorry about that….’

 
          
Aneesa
blinked up at him. He was still hard inside her and it was difficult to
concentrate when they were so intimately joined. ‘Sorry … for what?’

 
          
He
shook his head. ‘That’s never happened to me before—I’ve never lost control
like that.’

 
          
Aneesa
could see the tortured expression on his face. She lifted a hand to stroke his
cheek. ‘It’s OK … really. I wasn’t sure what to expect.’

 
          
A
steely thread of something made his voice husky. ‘I won’t let it end like this….’

 
          
‘What
do you …
oh
…’
She
trailed off as he started to move within her; by degrees she could feel him
grow harder again. And suddenly that aching feeling was back and intensified,
the coil of tension building to such an extent that it made Aneesa want to cry
out. Every cell in her body strained to reach the pinnacle.

 
          
Sebastian
was remorseless and relentless, stoking the fire inside her higher and higher
until her legs wrapped around his back and her hips were moving restlessly
beneath him, searching desperately for
something
.

 
          
He
bent his head and drew one nipple into his mouth, sucking fiercely just at the
moment that every nerve in Aneesa’s body stretched taut and sang out with
exquisite pleasure. When Sebastian thrust one more time, she reached the
elusive peak and after a heart-stopping moment of sensation so intense it
bordered on being painful, she fell down and down into another world of such
acute pleasures that she cried out as she fell.