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The unparalleled excitement of impending hot sex . . . definitely.
Billy closed the gap between us and pushed his hips between my knees. I leaned back, and he bent forward, sampling my breasts in his mouth as his fingers found my pussy and played it like a love song. I closed my eyes, welcoming the wonderful sensations coursing through my body.
He fell to his knees, wrapped his hands behind my bottom, and tugged me toward him. His tongue glided over my sex, hot and wet. I just about melted through the glass. The sensation of his hot tongue licking my velvet folds was ultimate heaven.
I gripped his shoulders, spread my legs further, and eased my hips forward, giving him more.
He glided his tongue in and out and over my clit. Flicking. Licking. Sucking. My eyes rolled, my world tilted, and everything evaporated until there was just my pussy and his tongue.
It was agony. It was ecstasy.
My building orgasm hit its peak. I dug my fingernails into his shoulders and gasped as I came. His fingers drove into me as his tongue savored my juices, and together, we rode out an orgasm of monumental proportions, releasing every ounce of glorious lust from my body. I crumbled after my climax, and Billy caught me.
He scooped me into his arms, carried me to his bed, placed me down and stepped back. His cock was full throbbing, gloriousness. His crown was shiny and slicked wet with his own excitement.
I sat, wriggled forward on the bed, and beckoned him forward with my finger.
Billy stepped toward me, and I cupped his balls. Their heavy weight filled my palm. I wrapped my other hand around his cock and swept up to the top of his crown, capturing some of the wetness that pooled at his slit and rolling my hand back down. Smooth skin glided over his thick shaft. The blue veins decorating his cock darkened and became more pronounced with every pump of my hand.
Billy’s body tensed. His breath quickened, and I sensed the moment he was ready to release. To have this ultimate control over a man was magnificent. I increased my movements, applied a little more pressure, and before he came, I licked his glorious pink head for a second time. Just a little taste.
As I smacked my lips together, savoring his salty juices, Billy let out a cry.
I pumped harder and harder. Hot seed shot from his cock in a long stream of white gold. I pumped again; he came again. His face was the epitome of intense joy—eyes closed, teeth clenched, jaw squared out. Over and over, I pumped, and over and over his cum shot onto my lap.
I continued to glide my hand over his cock until he began to soften. A long moment passed between us before his face relaxed. He opened his eyes and smiled. It was that glorious smile of complete satisfaction.
I smiled, too. I felt good—not slutty or awkward. It was a comfortable moment that confirmed everything was okay.
I used the bed sheet to wipe myself and once again felt sorry for Nora and Pete who would be cleaning this room later.
Billy stepped back as I stood.
“Thank you,” I said.
He tipped an imaginary hat at me. “Thank you.”
As I grabbed my dress from the floor, I realized my second terrible mistake.
Normally, I just wrapped my trench coat around myself and made an easy getaway.
I won’t be able to get that dress back on.
Oh crap!
Chapter Twenty
I froze as I contemplated how the hell I was going to put this dress on and look graceful.
Billy came behind me and draped his shirt over my shoulders and gently squeezed me. “Here . . . you can use this.”
He’d saved me again. “Thank you.” My heart fluttered over how sweet he was.
As I did up the buttons, I inhaled the sexy scent of him permeating the fabric. It smelled of man. Hot, sexy man. I hoped he didn’t want the shirt back.
I put my lingerie and dress into my bag, slipped on my shoes, and turned to Billy. He was still naked. A light sheen gilded his perfectly sculpted torso. His shaggy, brandy-colored curls flopped down on his forehead and looked sufficiently ruffled after our morning tryst. But my heart skipped a beat as his eyes captured me the most.
He stepped forward and kissed my cheek. “I’ll be back, Memphis.” He squeezed my hand, gentle and sweet, and it rocked my world. This man looked like he could take on a bucking bronco, yet his touch on me was oh-so tender.
