Romancing the Billionaire (Billionaire Boys Club #5)(66)
Author: Jessica Clare

She moaned, pushing her h*ps against his hand. “Naked, Jonathan,” she begged. “Want you naked.”

“In a minute,” he told her. “I can’t wait any longer to taste you.” His fingers slid from her warmth and she whimpered a protest. A moment later, his face was pressing between her legs, her panties bunching under his chin as he pushed his face down to lick her pu**y. His hands framed her mound, pushing her panties back and pushing her lips wide, exposing her clit.

Then he leaned in and took a long, slow taste.

Violet nearly came off the bed with pleasure. “Oh!”

“I’ve missed this sweet taste,” he murmured against her flesh. “I want this every day for the rest of my life. Morning, noon, and night.”

She moaned when he tongued her cl*t again. “Jonathan, please.”

“Please what, love?” Even his breath against her skin was driving her wild.

She sobbed at having to state it aloud. “Please make me come.”

“Oh, I plan on it. I need more of this sweet juice to lick up.” He dragged his tongue down her now-swollen folds, groaning with pleasure as he did. “I plan on making you come over and over again.”

Violet arched against his mouth, trying to push her flesh against his tongue in suggestion. He continued to lick her, and every swipe and caress of his tongue was driving her maddeningly closer to the edge. Not quite over, but closer. Her fingers went to her ni**les and she began to caress them in time with his tongue. “God, your mouth,” she groaned.

“You’re so lovely, Violet. So beautiful. I want you to come so hard for me. Come on my face so I can drink it down.”

His words and her own teasing hands slammed her over the precipice; she came with a moan, her legs trembling as he continued to lick her with sure, slow strokes, lapping up every bit of wetness until she was shuddering with every lick as it sent aftershocks through her body.

Jonathan finally raised his mouth from her flesh, his lips gleaming wet, his eyes hot with passion. “Nothing tastes better than your come.”

She stretched her arms over her head languidly, feeling delicious. “You’re way too good at that.”

He licked her pu**y again, making her quiver all over. “It’s my favorite thing in the world—seeing you lose control in my arms.”

Violet tugged at the collar of his shirt again. “You know what would give me pleasure? You getting na**d so I can put my hands all over you.”

His eyes gleamed and he pressed one last kiss to her mound and sat up. “I can do that.”

She propped herself up on her elbows and watched him as he stripped off his jacket and then his shirt, muscles flexing. She lifted her foot and pressed it against his lower abdomen as he reached for his pants. “Man, I don’t know about you, but I’ve forgotten all about poetry.”

“What poetry?” he asked, and gave her a wicked grin that made her shiver.

“My thoughts exactly,” Violet murmured, pulling her foot back when he bent over to shuck his pants. A moment later, he stood upright and stepped out of his pants, and she gave a sigh of pure pleasure at the sight of him, na**d and gorgeous. “That’s much better.” She sat up and began to run her hands down his chest, a little sigh of contentment escaping her. “You’re so hard all over.”

“I am,” he said hoarsely. “You have no idea.”

“Oh, I can tell.” She reached down to his straining c**k and took it in her hand. The length of him was rigid with arousal, the tip leaking beads of pr**cum. Her thumb found the wetness on the crown of him and rubbed it, circling on his skin. “All of this looks very hard and lonely to me.”

“Lonely?” His voice was strained. His hands went to her hair and he dug his fingers into it, tilting her head back and kissing her mouth.

“It looks like it wants to go home,” she told him playfully. “I know just the spot for it, too.” Her hand wrapped fully around his girth and she pumped him. “Someplace warm, and wet, and snug . . .”

He groaned against her mouth.

“Best of all, he doesn’t need a raincoat,” she told him, and then nipped at his lip. “Sound like your kind of place?”

“It does.”

Violet wrapped her legs around his h*ps and pulled him closer. They kissed, and she could taste her own desire on his lips. Her hands smoothed up and down his back, and he groaned again. “I love your touch.”

“I love touching you,” she admitted. His skin felt hot against her own, and he smelled like a mixture of sweat and musk and Jonathan, and she couldn’t get enough of him. She leaned forward and sat up, her ni**les brushing against his chest, and sucked in a breath when he dragged her h*ps forward until her sex cradled his cock. Her body was pulled against his, and she sat on the edge of the bed while he stood, her limbs twined about him for support.

“I need to be inside you,” he told her.

“I need you inside me,” she countered, a faint smile playing on her lips. “What are you waiting for?”

His fingers curled in her hair and he tilted her head a little farther back, nipped at her mouth again, and then said, “I love you, Violet. With all my heart and soul.”

And while her heart was fluttering at that intense, sincere admission, he pushed forward and seated himself deep inside her.

Violet gasped; she was always a little shocked at the feel of him when he pushed into her. The thickness of his cock, the sensation of him impaling her was always welcome but stunning. Today, it had the added sensation of his c**k being bareback; she imagined she could feel every vein in his c**k throbbing against her walls. “Oh, wow.”

“God damn,” Jonathan said hoarsely. “You without a rubber . . . Jesus.”

“I know.” Her hands caressed his chest. “I know.”

“I’d forgotten how good it felt.” He closed his eyes and pulled her tighter against him, burying his face in her neck. “I’ve never gone bare with anyone but you, you know.”

“Really?” She swallowed. Why did that feel like such a meaningful thing?

“Really.” His arms wrapped around her, holding her close, and then he gently lowered her backward onto the bed, dragging her forward as he climbed in with her. “You’ve been the only serious relationship I’ve ever had. The others were just . . . well, paid sex.”

He’d mentioned that before, but it had never sunk in for her, not really. Now, the wonder of it truly hit her. There had never been anyone for him but her.