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Jenna was not his usual type but, in that moment, she was more of anything he ever wanted than any other woman he’d ever slept with or dated. He let her know how sexy he found her in the way he kissed her chest and ran his hand up her back. He made it clear how attracted her was to her by pressing his hard bulge up against her and growling into her mouth at the same time, initiating another fiery kiss.
He placed his hand between her breasts and slowly dragged it down over her belly, eyes looking intensely into hers. He ran his fingers over the waistband of her shorts and tugged at the drawstrings, pulling the material just a bit off her skin. He swiped his fingers over the smooth skin of her thick thighs and leaned in to lick the lobe of her ear.
“Jenna,” he whispered, “If you don’t already believe me…”
He did not need to complete the sentence. She knew exactly where it was going, just as sure as the direction of his hand running up her thigh. He tickled the skin below her belly button and held her gaze as he slipped his hand under the waistband of her shorts. Jenna held her breath but soon let it out in the form of a mixed gasp and sigh of relief. He gently palmed her center over the fabric of her panties, working her up even more than she already was. She wondered if he wanted to feel her moisture soak through the fabric before moving forward. He licked the side of one of her breasts, licked her neck, and then took her lips as he pressed against her center with more pressure. She pushed her hips forward against his hand and moaned into his mouth.
With such a simple thing he was already making her feel so good. It was the kind of buildup she welcomed, the kind she even longed for but rarely received in her sexual experience. Michael Black was a natural at turning her on and unleashing her innermost desires. It did not even matter anymore if it was all part of his game or if she really was some sort of exception to him, just like he was to her.
Just when she thought there was no way for her to get any wetter, she felt him slip his hand under the waistband of her panties and make his way down to her slit. He tickled her wet lips and she giggled against his mouth; but when he ran the tip of his index finger from the bottom of her slit right up to her clit the giggle turned into a mewl. She tossed her head back, bare breasts in his face, as he massaged her outer lips with his fingers and ran his middle finger up and down the slit, pushing it in more and more with each pass.
When he finally let his entire finger slip inside her, thumb grazing over her clit, she gripped both his shoulders and moaned louder. It was like every bit of the buildup was finally culminating in what she most wanted right down to her core. He slipped in another finger and worked them both inside her, hooking them upward and circling them and intertwining. He moved them in and out of her, making sure to rub her clit each time, until she was made a mess of loud moans and cries and trembling body.
He expertly slipped in a third finger and pressed against her clit more insistently. He thrust his hips up, effectively pushing his hand harder against her and fingers deeper in all while she felt just how hard he was. He played with her breasts nipples using his free hand and tongue. He worked his fingers in and out of her at varying paces, angling them differently and hitting just the right spot until she tensed up and immense pleasure took over her entire body. That was when Jenna bit down on his shoulder and screamed, entire body shaking violently with orgasm.
Chapter Ten
Michael did not spend the night. He had not even let her finish him off. He’d just kissed her on the cheek and muttered, “I always return the favor.” He’d winked and before she knew it, he was dashing out the door into the night putting his shirt back on.
She hadn’t even had a chance to regain strength from the amazing orgasm he’d just given her, much less piece everything together. She shut the door and slid down to curl up on her living room floor. He had certainly proved he was interested in her, at least up until the point in time he’d made the tryst feel like a dine and dash sort of situation. Was this classic Michael? He’d thrown her for a loop after their first tryst as well. She rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling, still breathing heavily from what had just happened. He was obviously physically attracted to her and she figured it was safe to say he had some sort of interest in her.
“That’s it,” she said strongly, getting up from the floor and trudging to bed. She was not going to make a big deal about this. She was just going to enjoy and see where it led.
The following morning, however, she awoke to find a message from Michael waiting on her phone. It was Saturday morning and he wanted to go on a Saturday night date with her. He wanted a real date. She smiled; no, she beamed. Against all odds and her instincts, she’d gone for the guy she would have sworn was wrong and he’d gone for her. Now it was time to tell Kelly at least something vague about what was going on.
“I’m going to tell you something but you have to promise you won’t ask questions.”
“What the heck?” Kelly sounded miffed.
“Come on. I’ll fill you in when I’m ready. I promise.”
“Fine,” Kelly huffed.
“I’m going on a date with Michael,” Jenna finally confessed.
“What?”
It made perfect sense for Kelly to be incredulous but she kept her word and did not push the issue further. She did, however, express her immense excitement to hear the next chapter of this incredibly fascinating and unexpected story. She also filled her in on the very thing she’d wanted to tell her at the bachelorette auction but had been interrupted.
“You’re going out with a billionaire,” Kelly said dreamily.
“A… An actual billionaire?”
“Yes,” Kelly breathed.
Jenna ended the call and walked to her closet, pulling out the first dress her eyes landed on. It was all black with a fitted bodice and flared skirt but the selling point was the cutout neck with straps. While some cleavage actually showed, it was more the allure of the black straps against her sun-kissed skin showing off little triangles of flesh that made it perfect for the date night. What she liked even more about it was that she could pull it off without a bra, even with her very large DD-cup breasts. That was an extremely rare find.
Jenna tossed it on her bed and pulled out her favorite pair of blood red pumps to pull the outfit together before opting for her sexy white lace undies. She looked at the outfit on her bed and smiled in satisfaction. If Michael had liked her in everything else he’d seen her wear, he would be a puddle of longing when he laid eyes on her in this. She had to keep her mind of his level of wealth; she’d agreed to a date with him because she liked him and that was all that mattered. There was no reason to focus on or be intimidated by his financial status.
He picked her up right on time, just as the sun was setting, and she could see in his eyes just how much liked her dress but he did not say it. Offering his arm, he walked her to the passenger door of his car and pulled it open for her.
“How do you feel about typical dates?”
“I feel like I don’t want to start any date by answering a trick question,” she replied.
Michael chuckled. “How was that a trick question?”
“Both answers can be wrong,” she told him simply.
