One Weekend with the Billionaire novel Chapter 23

Julia Thompson is asleep on my chest. Making love to her was incredible, so much better than I even imagined, and over the last six months, I have spent a great deal of time imagining just that, but now that she is here, in a bed, in my house, naked, beside me, I don’t have to imagine anymore.

But I want to.

I want to lie here beside her, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath and dream of all of the ways I want to make love to her over and over again, all of the places, all of the rooms. She is such a gorgeous woman. Everything about her is perfect from her beautiful face to her lean, muscular frame, to her ample breasts and narrow waist. Seeing her take the reins, to have the freedom to move on top of me however she liked, was inspiring. I knew, once she realized she was free to do whatever she liked, that she’d be willing to step out of her comfort zone a bit, but I had no idea she would be so daring the first time.

Next time, if she’ll allow me, I would like to take her even further. I would like for her to allow me to command her a bit more, not in a derogatory way, as I assume her ass of a husband must do, but in a way that heightens her pleasure in ways she’s never even imagined, I assume.

I have pulled the covers over the both of us so that she’s warm and have considered leaving and going back to my own room but stay right here with her. If she wakes and wants me to go, I will. The feel of her warm body curled up next to me is heavenly, and I don’t want this night to end.

I am also tired and should probably get some sleep, but doing so would mean I’d have to take my eyes from her beautiful face, and I just can’t seem to keep my eyes closed. I can tell she’s sleeping heavily, probably dreaming now, because her eyelids and eyelashes are fluttering. I am hoping that her dreams are happy ones. And then, her luscious red lips part….