Billionaire Alpha Romance: The Proposal (Mature Gentlemen Book 2) (249 page)
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Authors: Maurice Bedard
Dylan stepped closer and wrapped both of his arms around her, just below her breasts. Soap ran down her cleavage and over his arms.
She leaned back into him, enjoying the feel of his body against hers. His naked skin, wet and pressed against her back. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her shoulder and moved slowly up her neck, using his tongue to trace the indention of her collarbone.
Amanda turned her head to the side, giving him full access. She breathed deeply, causing her breasts to rise and fall. It didn’t go unnoticed.
Dylan reached up with one hand and cupped her naked breast. She moaned softly at his touch. He teased her nipple into a tight bud and then ran his palm lightly over it. His rough hand only made it harder, sending a pulse through her body and right to her center.
He ran his other hand down her belly and into her soft pubic hair. He traced the outer edges of her folds and she felt herself become like putty in his hands. She wanted this. She truly wanted it and she wanted it now.
Dylan expertly ran a finger along her lips and she felt herself slick with desire for him. She’d never been touched like this and she took in every second of it like a person drinking from an oasis in the desert. She moaned softly as he teased her.
He pressed his lips into her neck and gathered her flesh in his teeth. She moaned again at the sensation. She wanted nothing more than this.
He worked his finger around her opening and used a foot to spread her legs apart. He slid in one finger and she inhaled sharply, her eyes shooting open. The pressure of him moving his finger against her wall sent her into a fit of delight. She wasn’t sure what to do with herself. He stroked her gently, moving his finger in a “come here” motion. She spread her legs further apart and he slid in a second finger.
She gasped at the size of his fingers inside of her. She had only ever used a vibrator and a skinny one at that. She moaned in ecstasy as he began to stroke the wall of her heat more quickly and harder.
Amanda felt him growing hard against her ass. She could feel his length pulse with desire every so often and she longed to touch it. She reached behind her and took him into her palm. He groaned at the first sensation of her hand on him. She’d thought that the pleasure he was bringing her with his fingers was the best thing he could have done, but the sound of him groaning and making a noise that she had elicited from him was even better.
He pulled his hand away from her and reached to turn the shower off. She stepped out, grabbing both of their towels and she handed him his.
Instead of drying himself off, he made her drop her towel. He used his to dry off her naked body, one part at a time. He dried her breasts and her neck and her hair. He dipped lower to her stomach and then kneeled as he had her spread her legs. Instead of drying her off down there, she watched as he pressed his forehead to her belly and kissed her abdomen.
Oh God, she thought. She felt her knees grow weak and she wasn’t sure how long she could support herself in this position. His kisses grew lower and lower and then with his tongue, he parted her folds again, swirling the tip around in just the right spot. She inhaled sharply and bit her lip.
He slid a finger inside of her and she grabbed his hair, holding on tight. He blew lightly on her pussy and the sensation of her wetness combined with the cool blast of air sent her into a tizzy.
He pumped his finger in and out of her, rougher and rougher, until her legs started to shake. Then he stopped.
She was disappointed, but he quickly picked her up like she weighed nothing and carried her to her bed when he gently laid her down. She looked up into his eyes and found the same softness there as she always had, though his eyes were almost black with desire. She felt that hers must look the same.
Dylan slid his hand back between her legs and started to work her over. She opened her thighs to him and he slid his fingers back inside of her. Without hesitation he lowered his head to her heat and suddenly his mouth was on her.
She moaned loudly. As he started to suck her lips and gesture with his finger inside of her, she felt the shaking coming back. She bucked her hips against the pressure of his mouth and his hand, feeling pressure build at her core. Her stomach contracted and her legs tightened.
“Dylan,” she moaned.
He looked up, almost breathless.
“I want to make you cum,” he said.
She leaned her head back and grasped for the covers, trying to find anything to hold onto. He put his head back between her legs and devoured her. He sucked and nibbled and swirled his tongue around her clit, over and over, until she felt she could take no more. He stopped for a moment to blow cool air over her heat. She could feel the trickle of her juices running out of her and down her ass. It was all she needed.
He didn’t hesitate and must have felt it, too. He plunged his tongue deep inside of her and she felt her pleasure reach its peak. Her body rolled and contracted with feelings and sensations she wasn’t familiar with. Stars exploded behind her eyelids. She was shaking and felt her muscles contracting long after he had stopped.
Dylan crawled on top of her.
She spread her legs over his hips and he grabbed his cock, slowly pushing the head into her tight entrance. She gasped and leaned up.
“Is it okay?” he asked. “If it’s not, we can stop right now.”
Without hesitating she nodded her consent and he pushed forward slowly.
“Just try to relax,” he whispered as he continued to push his way inside of her. As he filled her up, his eyes rolled back in his head.
“You’re so goddamned tight,” he said, breathless.
She gasped as the entirety of his length was in her. He shut his eyes and placed his palms on her abdomen and pushed her wall even tighter over his cock. He groaned.
He slid slowly in and out a few times, getting her used to his size. It was more than she ever could have imagined. She couldn’t have held him if he’d been any bigger. With each delicious thrust, he touched her cervix, sending her body on a roller coaster of pleasure and pain.
Dylan must have felt it too. He pressed down on her stomach with each thrust, causing her G-spot to swell with pressure. He groaned over and over again, each time hotter than the last to her. She loved the noises he was making. It made her feel powerful to make him feel so good. She wanted to feel him cumming inside of her. She wanted him to find his release.
His thrusts were gaining in speed. It was like he couldn’t hold back. She felt him so deep inside of her, so hard inside of her, she didn’t want it to end. The pressure he put on her stomach made it all the more enjoyable. She could feel herself nearing her climax once more, but this time it felt different. She felt like she was going to lose complete control.
Dylan thrusted harder and looked into her eyes.
“Again, for me,” he got out between gasps for air.
She could feel the pressure building at her core. She wanted to feel her orgasm with him inside of her. He pressed down more on her abdomen and her G-spot grew more sensitive.
With only a few more thrusts, she felt herself cascading over the edge. This time, though, she felt liquid heat rushing out of her. It felt like all the pressure in her entire body was releasing. She could hear the wet slap of their skin together and it only encouraged her body even more.
“Yes, oh God, yes,” Dylan was saying over and over. “That’s so hot.”
He fucked her deeply and raised one of her legs over his shoulder. He held on tight and thrusted harder and faster.
“I’m almost there,” he whispered.
“I want to feel it, Dylan,” she said back.
That was all it took.
Dylan’s body convulsed. His abdominal muscles contracted over and over and she felt his cock pulsating inside of her. He groaned loudly and his body kept moving as though of its own volition. She felt the hot liquid filling her up.
He collapsed beside her, both of them with a sheen of sweat lining their brows. Dylan reached immediately for her and brought her to his broad chest. She pressed her ear against him, listening to his heartbeat zipping along like a caged bird.
She relaxed there and so did he. Dylan stroked her hair softly and planted a kiss there. She purred and struggled to be even closer to him than she already was.
So this is what it feels like, she thought. That was amazing. She could get used to this. She marveled at the fact that it had only hurt a little bit. The overall thing that she remembered, though, was the sheer pleasure. She loved the way it had felt to move with Dylan—to move as one being. They were connected the entire time, both by mind and body. She basked in the afterglow.
Dylan pulled his head away to look at her.
“So it was good?” he asked, looking suddenly rather shy.
“It was amazing,” she offered back with a huge grin that she couldn’t stop.
“I wanted your first time to be good,” he said as he brushed some hair away from her glistening brow.
“It was. It was completely amazing,” she said.
Together, they relaxed on the bed, slowly drifting off into what would be the best sleep either of them had ever gotten.
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The End
For Americans Shirlee and Brad, their honeymoon, - “a safari in Zambia” - is taking place before their wedding. It’s a potential disaster for Shirlee, whom desperately wants to be in a safe lifetime relationship. With Brad she has established a “no sex before marriage” policy to ensure that they’re married before anybody discovers she’s not the strait-laced virgin she pretends to be. But sharing a tent on safari leads Shirlee to discovering that Brad is no match either in personality or sexual competence for the African foreign student with whom she previously had a torrid affair. Fortunately or unfortunately, their handsome Zambian safari guide is more than willing to step in. Shirlee soon finds she no longer believes a woman must have a permanent man in her life, and seizes on the opportunity to enjoy life in the present.
Shirlee woke suddenly with the feel of a hand on her bare butt. Terrified, she swatted the hand off and sat up, holding her sheet in front of her, and started to scream.
“Shirlee! What’s the matter? It’s me!”
The sound of Brad’s voice stopped the panic instantly, but then she was angry. “
What the hell are you doing in my room?”
“O come on, Shirlee, we’re engaged. Why shouldn’t I be your room?”
“Because we agreed you wouldn’t be!”
“Surely you didn’t mean it.”
“I
did
mean it!”
“But being engaged is practically the same as being married.”
“But not
exactly
the same. Brad you promised! I wouldn’t have agreed to go to Africa with you otherwise!
“That’s ridiculous!”
“It may be ridiculous to you, but it’s not to me.”
“You’re very old-fashioned!”
“Yes, I am! You knew that when you asked me to marry you! In fact, you said that’s partly
why
you
wanted
to marry me.”
Brad had no reply to that. It was true. He had seen in Shirlee someone that would stay true to him no matter what. He’s thought he’d be safe with her. He’d agreed to her “no sex before marriage” demand reluctantly, thinking that that was a bit over the top, but if it was necessary, it was necessary. He figured that once they were engaged, she’d relent. And when she didn’t at first, he figured she would when they were on their way to Africa, away from her straitlaced family and friends. What had seemed tolerable in Lafayette, Indiana, wasn’t tolerable in New York City where they’d stopped over before the long flight to Lusaka.
He’d tossed and turned in his bed, and finally persuaded himself that she would be doing the same. He’d been wrong. With bad grace he left her alone. It was early days yet. He’d read that with virgins, you had to take things slowly. “Sorry,” he said. “It won’t happen again.”
When Brad left, Shirlee breathed a sigh of relief. It had been a close call. The bare hand on her butt had frightened her for about two seconds, but then had begun to burn in a way that heated up her whole being. If Brad had delayed any further before giving up, she figured, she would have been lost. The moisture between her legs told her just how close it had been.
Her plan had gotten a lot more complicated than when she made it. She’d figured that she could hold Brad off until they were married. Then everything would have been OK. But the wedding had got postponed. Nobody could have expected an earthquake in Indiana. There never had been one before fracking had started. Whether it was fracking or not didn’t matter to Shirlee, but she couldn’t get married in a church with scaffolding and building dust everywhere. And the church was the church her parents had been married in, so had a lot of emotional resonance. And she couldn’t tell her mother exactly why she didn’t want the wedding postponed, so her mother had won. The only problem everyone but Shirlee saw was that the African safari that been planned as a honeymoon couldn’t be cancelled. There was a huge family council; they were a straitlaced family and a honeymoon before the wedding was not consonant with what they thought was proper. What’s more nobody they knew had ever done that, at least openly, which was important to the sort of family they were. It would have been impossible except that the safari was bought and paid for and the sum was huge. They’d tried to change the date but weren’t allowed to. Only then were voices raised, mostly among Shirlee’s generation, that the consummation of the marriage just a few weeks before the ceremony wasn’t such a terrible thing. Times were changing, after all.
So common sense, meaning economic sense, prevailed and everybody but Shirlee was agreed, and she couldn’t say why she objected.
The thing was, Shirlee wasn’t quite the prim virgin Brad and her parents assumed she was. It was a pose she assumed out of necessity rather than preference. Regarding her parents, it was a matter of damage control. They would have gone ape shit if they’d known that their strict control of her comings and goings, designed to protect her, had just the opposite effect, throwing her into Harry’s arms. She now acknowledged that they had been right, and that she’d be better off if she’d obeyed instead of rebelled. She had suffered exactly what they had feared she might, though mostly she thought it had been worth it. Her lover’s intentions had been exactly what they said they would be. He had promised eternal love and fidelity and she had believed him. Her betrayal and abandonment at Harry’s hands had made her cautious. Once burned, twice shy. She was
not
going to make the same mistake again. When Brad had become her suitor, no way was she going to give in to him before the wedding ring was on her finger.
She was beginning to waver, though. She had, after all, his ring on her finger. The wedding date had been set, and the trip to Africa was a kind of honeymoon, despite the fact that it was pre-nuptial. She desperately wanted, in fact, to give in. Harry had shown her delights that she had no idea existed, and then removed them cold turkey, so to speak. She was hungry and thirsty in a desert of her own making, but she was afraid. One abandonment was enough for one life.
