Page 41 of Date The Billionaire

Within an hour the helicopter was setting down in an area I hadn’t noticed before and we were home.

Jake grabbed my hand and we ran to the house, before waving the pilot away. He gave us a waggle of his propellers before he flew away.

“Thank God, it’s all over now.” Jake pulled me to him as soon as we were in the house and pressed me into the door.

I’d brushed my teeth before we left and drank plenty of water, so I didn’t stop him. I took his kiss and returned it with gusto, clasping my hands around his neck. I wanted his kiss, I needed it.

“Mm, it’s so nice,” he said once he’d pulled away, but he soon came back for some playful pecks. “I can be totally open with you now. We can make real plans.”

“Yes, we can. Right now, for instance, I want a shower to get my hair back to normal, and then I want a sandwich. Then, I want you.”

“Or we could mix it all up and do all of that together. The way I plan on doing everything from now on.” He kissed me again and I forgot about the shower for a moment.

His lips were stirring a new fire in me and I pressed into him, a moan vibrated my throat as his fingers traced down the length.

“Let’s get you that shower.” He murmured as he pulled me from the door.

I laughed and let him pull me, both of us flinging our clothes away as soon as we stepped into the bathroom. He set the water how I liked it best and pulled me in, our bodies pressed together immediately.

The jokes were gone, but I still laughed as I felt my hair go wet and slide down my back in a weird blob. “I forgot the pins.”

We started to pull them out, an experience that was not painless, and we tossed them away, Jake soothing every spot he pulled a pin from with his fingers. Before long they were all out and Jake was smoothing shampoo into my hair. He gently massaged my very sore scalp and carefully worked my hair into a tangle-free mass with conditioner. He watched me as he dipped my head back into the spray, his eyes trailing from my lips to the tips of my breasts.

Game time was over. I looked at him, trust and love burning in my eyes. He reached for the soap and soaped up a washcloth before running it over my body. “You really are perfection, Laney.”

He leaned down to kiss me, the cloth moving over my breasts, and down my stomach, to settle between my thighs. It soon fell away, and Jake found me with his fingers. He pulled the shower out of its holder and used it to wash the soap from my body and to direct a pulse of water at my clit.

His fingers teased me, going from my clit to dive within me, until he found a pattern that made me gasp and lean against the shower wall. I watched him, my eyes glued to his as the pulse of water and stretching pressure of two of his fingers within me made me gasp his name.

“Like that, Laney?” he asked, his lips moving towards mine slowly. “I can find something else if it’s not to your liking.”

His lips brushed against mine and my nipples went as hard as stone in anticipation of what else he had in mind.

“I can suck these beautiful nipples of yours, for instance.” His tongue flicked against a dark rose peak and I sucked in air between my teeth at the bolt of pleasure it filled me with.

His fingers were buried within me now, the shower head set to a pulse that had my hips dancing with pure lust. I opened my eyes and watched as he took a nipple between his lips, sucked, and then set it free. He made me groan when he flattened his tongue to give me one long lick.

“Jake. Baby, please, make me come. I need you to make me come. Fuck, I need it so bad.” I wasn’t the least bit ashamed to ask for what I wanted. Not anymore. I knew he’d give it to me.

I heard an amused chuckle, and then my nipple was caught between his teeth, his tongue flicking at it in an incredible rhythm that was so pleasurable it was almost painful, but I never wanted him to stop. I locked my fingers into his hair and pressed his face into me, riding his fingers and the shower head as he sucked me, harder, tighter, and… fuck!

My walls clamped down on his fingers and I heard a grunt of satisfaction as Jake felt it too. I let pleasure carry me away. My hips moved against him, tempting him to join me, but I knew he would when he was ready, and only then.

He sucked my nipple impossibly tighter, and what had been satisfying became too much, it became more than just getting off, it was a spiritual experience. I stopped breathing as I climbed higher, as sensations tore through me. I didn’t know it was possible for every muscle in my body to ripple like that, or to feel good while doing it, but Jake drove me on, deeper, higher, until I had to scream in a breath of air or die.

“Jake, fuck!” It was all I could say as I writhed in his arms, not even aware his hips had me pinned to the wall to keep me upright.

I couldn’t think of how to describe any of it, I could only experience it, until he decided I’d had enough, and finally let me come down. His fingers left my body, the shower head went back in the holder, and he picked me up in his arms to carry me to the bed.

We fell together, our skin still soaking wet, but neither of us cared. Our lips were joined as he slid into me, bare of a condom or any other impediment. He was mine and that was all that mattered.

I accepted him gladly, my legs wrapped around his waist as he switched on the bedside light to stare into my eyes. He watched me as he stroked into me, deep and slow, his eyes avid for the sight of me. “I love you, Laney. I think I always will.”

“I love you, Jake.” I gave him back that gift gladly, my body moving in time with his as we forgot how to breathe once more.

My eyes closed as he stroked within me, stoking my passion once more. I reached up with my face, wanting his kiss. I bit at his bottom lip gently, wanting to feel him, to taste him. His lips sought out mine, sought out the moisture of my mouth. Our tongues tangled and swiped as they moved together.

I could feel it coming again, that unbearable pleasurable pressure. My hands went to his ass to direct his pace, to press him deeper. He moved as I directed and my nails bit into his skin in gratitude.