Page 100 of Valentine’s Billionaire Auction

My tongue circled his navel before I slid off the bed once again. I reached for his boxers and pulled them down. I stared down at the large, naked man on the bed with his erection bouncing with every breath. I gulped down the lump of desire. I wanted to climb on him and ride him, but not yet. I wanted to drag this night out for him. He always gave me so much pleasure. I wanted to give him the same sense of euphoria.

Roman was magnificent, all toned muscle and rugged masculinity. My gaze drank him in, from his broad shoulders down to his thick, throbbing arousal. I felt an ache of desire between my own legs as I knelt on the bed beside him. My hand wrapped around his thick cock, gently rubbing from the base and sliding up. My thumb gently caressed the tip.

I felt a thrill of power as Roman’s breath hitched, his hips lifting slightly at my touch. I leaned in, my lips grazing the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, my tongue tracing a path dangerously close to where he wanted me most.

His fingers tangled in my hair, gently guiding me. “Kaira,” he growled, his voice strained with need.

I glanced up at him, holding his gaze as I slowly, deliberately, wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock. He let out a strangled groan, his hips bucking upward. I began to tease and suck him, keeping my movements languid and unhurried, savoring the way his body reacted to my touch.

Roman was putty in my hands, his usual control and composure completely unraveled. His fingers tightened in my hair, his hips shifting restlessly as I worked him over with my mouth. I loved seeing him like this, completely at my mercy.

“Kaira, I can’t hold back much longer,” he warned, his voice ragged.

I looked up at him and smiled. I slowly pulled back, my hand continuing to pump him gently. “I want you to let go, Roman,” I said softly. “I want you to let go completely.”

I returned my mouth to his cock and sucked him deep into my throat. With a primal groan, Roman hit his climax, and I felt his hot release fill my mouth. I swallowed each spurt, savoring the evidence of his pleasure as he shuddered and trembled in the aftermath.

Finally, when his breathing had returned to almost normal, I crawled up the bed and straddled him once more. “My turn,” I purred, running my fingernails lightly down his chest.

He was breathing hard. “Two minutes.”

“I’ll occupy myself,” I teased.

He rolled me off him, stretching out beside me. “I think I’d like to finish unwrapping my gift. Beautifully wrapped as it is.”

His hands trailed up my bare thighs, gently caressing the satin ribbon bow. His fingers deftly untied it. My eyes closed as the air brushed against my heated skin. He repeated the process on the other leg, a small grin playing on his lips as he admired my lace lingerie. “You are the sexiest woman alive.”

I blushed a deep red. “I wanted to surprise you.”

“You’ve definitely succeeded in that. Now I can’t wait to see how impatient I can make you.”

I moaned as his talented fingers traced the lace along my thighs, dipping under the fabric. His fingers found my most sensitive spot. I gasped at the electric sensation. Roman’s touch was deliberate, teasing, driving me slowly mad with desire.

“Roman,” I breathed, arching into his touch.

He chuckled low in his throat, his fingers continuing their delicate exploration. “Patience. It’s my birthday, after all.”

I bit my lip, trying to suppress another moan as his fingers worked their magic. The anticipation was almost unbearable.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire.

I let out a soft gasp as he worked two fingers in me, his thumb circling my most sensitive spot. The combination of sensations was overwhelming. My hips moved instinctively, matching the rhythm of his fingers. My breathing grew heavier, my heart rate quickened. A wave of pleasure washed over me. I knew I wasn’t far away from climaxing.

Roman watched me intently, enjoying the sight of my passion. He could tell I was close. He increased the pace of his fingers, slowly building up a steady rhythm that sent shivers down my spine. My hips bucked wildly, seeking more, and he made sure to hit all the right spots.

It wasn’t long before the orgasm hit me, knocking the air from my lungs.

I could feel his hardness pressing against me, hot and insistent. He was ready once again.

Roman reached over to the nightstand, his movements urgent. I heard the drawer open and knew he was getting a condom. He rolled it on with practiced efficiency, his eyes never leaving mine.

I watched as he positioned himself, ready to slide inside me. The anticipation of his entry was almost unbearable but also thrilling. With a deep breath, I reached down and guided him into me. He slid smoothly, filling me completely.

“God, you feel amazing,” he whispered against my lips, his gaze locked with mine.

I smiled, wrapping my arms around him as he began to move inside me. Our bodies moved in perfect sync, like two pieces of a puzzle fitting together perfectly. I couldn’t count how many times we had sex, but tonight it felt different. It felt like he was truly meant for me and me alone.

I dug my nails into his shoulders, only adding to the intensity of the moment. My eyes rolled back in my head as pleasure coursed through me with each stroke.