One Weekend with the Billionaire novel Chapter 22

Braxton is on top of me at first, kissing me deeply as his hands roam over my body, bringing my flesh to life, but then, he rolls off of me, and I think he is done, that he will tell me that he can’t do this because I am married.

Instead, Braxton pulls me close against his chest and smooths back my hair. "You take charge, Julia," he says in a husky voice. "Whatever you want, whatever you need, I want to give it to you."

I stare at him for a long moment, not sure what to say or do. I have never been in charge in the bedroom in my entire life. Which isn’t saying much, I suppose. Jeff is the only man I’ve ever even kissed, and his routine is always exactly the same. Not that it used to be when we first got married, but it hasn’t changed all that much. Still, as I lay snuggled against Braxton’s muscular chest, it isn’t easy for me to imagine what we might do. When I see that he is serious, that he truly wants me to have my way with him, I lean down and kiss him. He runs his hand along my thigh and rubs my bottom through my dress. Even with the fabric between my skin and his, he sets me on fire.

I begin to unbutton his shirt while we continue to kiss. My lips roam to his neck as I work the buttons, trying to be calm and take my time, but I’m so eager to touch his skin, to run my hands over his pecs and down his flat abs, I can barely control myself. I want to sit atop him to straddle him, but my dress is too tight. I begin to reach for my own zipper but can’t get it down on my own.

"May I?" Braxton asks.

"Yes, please," I whisper. With a smile, he reaches around and has my constraints undone in a flash. He helps me slide out of my dress, leaving me only in the lacy black bra and silky thong Cindy helped me pick out earlier. I never would’ve decided on something like this for myself, but as Braxton gasps, I know it is a good choice.

His hands go immediately to my stomach and then down to my hips as I swing a leg over him. Normally, I am self-conscious about my body, but I can tell by his eyes that he likes what he sees. I can also tell by his physical reaction. Now that I am on top of him, I can feel his hardened cock beneath me, and my eagerness to get him undressed intensifies. Now, when I bend and kiss him, and his hands find my ass, it is his fingers on my bare skin, and I am on fire.

I work his shirt off of him, with his help as he leans up to slide his arms out of the sleeves.

His chest is just as magnificent as I imagined it would be. I run my hands along his bare skin down to his washboard abs. I want to go lower, but his pants are in the way. I unbutton them, still kissing him deeply. His tongue tangles with mine, as he leans up and lets his palms continue to explore my body. He finds my nipples through my bra, and I gasp. I’ve never been touched so delicately before, and it brings my breasts to life. I hurry and work his pants and briefs down over his hips, and Braxton takes care of the rest.

He is naked beneath me, and I’ve never seen such a fine specimen of a man before--ever in my whole life. His dick is long and thick, standing erect in front of me. I’ve never enjoyed giving Jeff blowjobs because he nearly gags me with his tiny penis every time, but I want Braxton’s penis in my mouth. And then… I want him to ram it so deep inside of me that my eyes roll back in my head and I can no longer breathe.

I’m not sure what he has in mind as he smiles up at me admiring his body, but when I slide my hands down his dick, he says my name in a questioning tone. "Julia?" As if he wants me to know I don’t have to go down on him. But I want to. I want to so badly.