ALL THAT HE WANTS (Volume 1 The Billionaire's Seduction) (24 page)

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I let my fingers drift up the inside of his powerful thighs. I could feel him tremble as my fingertips touched his balls (AAAAAH! Alright, that was the last time, I promise), and I stroked the delicate skin, tickling him.

“Oh God,” he whispered hoarsely as I stroked him, played with him, teased him.

I noticed the base of his cock strained, and the towel lifted slightly.

“Poor baby,” I whispered up at him.

I pulled the towel a little bit more, uncovering another two or three inches of his shaft.

Then I put my mouth again at the base and slowly, slowly licked up and down the underside, going down to the balls and tickling them with my tongue as well. All I could taste was lavender and the cleanness of his skin.

From the sounds he was making, I thought he was about to have a heart attack.

Then I licked sensually along the underside of his penis until I reached the towel again… and I slowly pulled it off all the way.

His cock bobbed upward violently as the towel fell away. I had the funny image of someone jumping off a diving board, and it wobbling up and down, then the vibrations receding until it settled back into place.

The head was so big, so pink, the skin stretched tight… in fact, the entire shaft was stretched so tight, he looked like he might explode…

Poor baby,
I thought, and moved myself directly in front of him.

I’m not going to make it easy on you, though,
I thought devilishly.

I softly cupped my hand around the shaft and looked up into his eyes.

He was staring at me with the expression of a man whose life depended on whatever action I took next.

I looked down at the pink head, then back up at him shyly (all an act)… and bit my lip again, because I knew that drove him crazy.

It did.

His scowl deepened, and he looked like he might die if I didn’t do something.

So I opened my mouth wide, and slowly… slowly… moved it over the head, all the while staring up at him with doe-like eyes.

But I didn’t touch my lips or tongue to him.

I just let my breath caress his velvet skin…

…teasing him.

I remembered how he had made me suffer before he pleasured me.

Two can play at THAT game.

I slowly, gingerly, let my tongue play along the underside of his cock, on the tiny ridge of skin beneath the head – as light as though he were sleeping, and I didn’t want to wake him.

It woke him, though, alright.

He groaned. His lower lip was trembling, and he looked at me angrily – but begging me, too, like
please, Please, PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!

I withdrew my mouth completely, and he groaned in disbelief.

But letting him watch – making
sure
he was watching – I licked my lips, getting them incredibly wet.

Then – still staring at him – I held his manhood in place with my hands, and slowly moved my lips back around the head.

I let my tongue, so wet and warm now, slide along the underside of his shaft.

And I let my wet lips envelop him, let them slip across his skin, as I took him fully inside my mouth.

“Oh God, Lily,” he breathed out, and then threw his head back as he groaned.

I began to caress his length with one hand, so lightly I might have been handling the most fragile thing imaginable… and with the other hand I traced my fingertips through the thatch of his curls, down to his balls, tickling, teasing, stroking, caressing them with my palm.

And all the while I smelled the beautiful hint of lavender, and tasted it on him, as I slowly moved my wet lips over his hot, velvety skin… first out, then taking him inside me… then out, then taking him further in… soaking him with my mouth. I was sucking him so lightly that his flesh and mine felt joined more by wetness than by actual skin-to-skin contact.

I switched hands, letting the other one stroke his long, thick shaft, and traced his gorgeous abs with my other fingers, then let them brush through the curls of his hair, then down to his balls, which had tightened against his body.

There was one problem.

He was so tall, and so, um,
long…
and I was so short… and he was standing at full attention, so to speak… that it was a little awkward to get my head into position.

Don’t get me wrong, I was totally enjoying myself. Even more than that, I was
loving
torturing him and hearing the moans coming out of his mouth. So I was okay for the first couple of minutes. But then the angle was a little awkward, and I was afraid to pull down more on his shaft to get it closer to my mouth…

And then he read my mind.

“Let’s go to the bed,” he suggested urgently.

I nodded, slipped him out of my mouth, gave him a little kiss on the underside of his shaft, and then let him pull me to my feet by one hand.

20

He led me over to the bed. I tried to pull him down onto the sheets, but he resisted.

“What?” I asked.

In answer, he pulled one strand of my bikini top off one shoulder, then the other. I smiled, reached behind me, and untied the string and let it drop to the floor.

Then he knelt down in front of me, hooked his fingers through the bikini bottom, and pulled it over my thighs and down to the floor.

A thrill shot through me as he grasped my ass tightly in both hands, pulled me in to him, and kissed the little shaved runway of hair between my legs.

And got in a tiny flick of his tongue on something a bit more sensitive while he was at it.

Then he stood up, and I pushed him down on the bed. He grinned and pulled himself back so that he was completely on the mattress, head to foot.

I crawled over him, and while I was in that position, licked him softly from his balls, slooooowly up the shaft, and then kissed the underside of his head as it strained away from his belly.

He groaned and thrashed his head around a little.

“Can I ask you a favor?” I purred.

“Anything,” he gasped.

“Just let me know a few seconds before you’re about to come.”

He looked a little disappointed, but he nodded his head. “You got it.”

Then I switched my body so that I was kneeling beside him, with my rear end close to his head, and I took his cock in my hand and began to suck him again.

Soft, slow, wet, teasingly.

So that I could free up my hands, I lowered my body against his, feeling my soft flesh against his rock hard muscles. My legs stretched off to the side, both of them crossing his right arm and shoulder.

Then I began to trace my fingers along the muscles of his thighs, his lower abdomen, and his hips, watching his skin quiver and jump under my touch as I moved my mouth wetly over the head and first couple of inches of his shaft.

I wasn’t that experienced, and I wasn’t going to try to fit
all
of that in my mouth (HELL no), so I figured I would just concentrate on making things sensual.

If he wanted more, we’d talk about it on the tenth or eleventh date.

I kept stroking with my hands and sucking with my lips, running my tongue over his feverish skin, when I suddenly felt him grab my leg.

At first I thought maybe I was hurting him somehow, so I moved further away from him, shifting my legs a few more inches away from his head –

But that’s not what he wanted.

He used his powerful arms to force my leg up and over his head, so that I was basically lying spreadeagled on his face.

My eyes got wide.

Um… okay…

And then my eyes got wider as I felt his tongue lick my lips.

Then slide like silk over my clit.

Shivers ran up and down my spine.

And then, softly, wetly, but firm and delicious, he slowly entered inside me.

All while I had his very large, lovely, lavender-tasting shaft inside my mouth.

OH.

MY.

GOD.

So this was 69.

I
told
you I was inexperienced.

I’d never done it before. I guess I was a little too shy, and none of my boyfriends liked giving oral sex (some of them
never
gave me oral sex), so I’d never experienced it.

To be honest, it was a little distracting.

I was trying to do something for Connor, and now I was dealing with crazy sensations from down under.

It was nice.
Really
nice. The scratch of his whiskers against my thighs was a little uncomfortable… but he seemed to know that, and somehow kept it to a minimum. And the long, lingering swirls of his tongue more than made up for any discomfort.

To tell the truth, though, it was like I was trying to concentrate on studying, and a bowl of ice cream was next to me, and I was only allowed to take little bites of the ice cream, but I still had to study, so I couldn’t
fully
study, and I couldn’t
fully
enjoy the ice cream – so it was all a bit distracting.

Fun, but distracting.

I actually paused a few times and just closed my eyes as I felt him move in and out of me, his tongue soft and yielding, but firm enough to give me a hot, delicious feeling. And since it wasn’t
nearly
as big as, um, other parts, it didn’t hurt anything that was still tender.

I took him out of my mouth.

“If you keep doing it that well, I can’t concentrate enough on you,” I said, looking back.

His answer was to swirl his tongue around my clit, then fuck me even harder with his tongue.


Oh my GOD
,” I moaned, and decided I would just have to make the best of a tough situation.

In fact, I turned it into a contest.

I tried to block out as much as I could of his tongue licking, caressing, and pleasuring me, and focused solely on him.

I began to move up and down, my wet lips moving along his shaft, drenching him, sucking him lightly, letting my tongue tease him as much as I could.

I caressed his shaft with one hand, sliding it up and down, enjoying its thickness and heft in my grasp, as I cupped his balls with the other hand, tickling him, fondling him, rubbing him with gradually increasing pressure.

As much as I tried to ignore the pleasure he was giving me, though, it was still affecting me. I kept going faster and faster as I sucked him – not consciously, but because he kept giving me more and more pleasure, and the more I tried to ignore it, the further and further it drove me into a frenzy.

I just kept sliding over him with my mouth, closing my eyes, feeling the waves of bliss rolling up from my thighs, and then tried to go back to concentrating, running my lips and tongue over his massive shaft –

It must have worked, because suddenly the naughtiness downstairs stopped, and I saw the muscles of his legs clench tight.

“Lily,” he choked out, his voice muffled beneath me, “I’m going to come – ”

I told you before that I’m not fond of guys crossing the finishing line in my mouth.

Really
dislike it, actually.

This time was different.

I only paused for a second, but then I decided I wanted to do this for him.

I wanted to give him something.

I wanted to give myself completely to him.

Even if I didn’t totally enjoy it, I wanted
him
to.

And, to be honest, I was so turned on from him licking and kissing and being inside me, that I kind of
wanted
him to come in my mouth.

So I just kept doing what I was doing – licking him, sucking him, moving him in and out of my mouth as one hand stroked his gorgeous shaft and the other hand cupped harder and harder against his balls.

“Lily, I’m going to come – ” I heard him say again, his voice straining as he hung on valiantly, trying to give me a chance to move away.

I just kept plunging down on him, stroking him, sucking him as sensuously as I knew how.

“Oh God Lily I’m going to come in your mouth if you don’t – ”

And then he just groaned and gripped his hands tight around my waist, and I felt his cock burst in my mouth.

I had been a little worried that it would be
a lot
, which I really didn’t want. But luckily, he’d come so many times in the last twelve hours that it was just a tiny bit. I relaxed and enjoyed it as he pulsed between my lips, over and over, the feeling of his entire shaft quivering and shuddering in my hand and my mouth, as he groaned like he was dying.

As his contractions finally stopped, I withdrew him from my mouth and tasted him fully for the first time. Salty, yes, but not bad. And not much, so I just swallowed, and it was done.

I licked him again, and sucked his head lightly a little more, which brought out a couple more short, dying spasms… and then I kissed him, once, twice, six or seven times, all around his slowly shrinking head and shaft. I ran my fingers softly up and down the length of him and rolled off his body so that I could look back and see his face.

He was staring up at the ceiling like he’d just had a religious experience.

Like, ‘celestial choirs and glowing lights’ type religious experience.

I laid my head on his strong, muscular stomach and smiled at him. “Did you like that?”

He raised his head just enough so that he could look into my eyes, and croaked, “I’d say that’s an understatement.”

I felt full of happiness that I could do something that affected him so powerfully.

“You were doing your level best to make it difficult for me,” I chided him, then gave him a naughty little smirk. “But I won.”

He lifted his head all the way, his mouth open in surprise. “You won?”

“Mm-hmmm,” I grinned.

“YOU won?!”

Apparently he was so competitive that this was unacceptable.

“Yup.”

“Oh no you didn’t,” he said, sitting up fast.

I shrieked and giggled as he loomed over me. “Yes I did!”

“No you didn’t!” he insisted as he tickled me.

I laughed and screamed all at once, “YES I DID, YES I DID, YES I DID!”

He stopped my mouth with a long, slow, lingering kiss. I put my fingers to his face and caressed the stubble on his cheeks.

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