One Weekend with the Billionaire novel Chapter 25

I do not want to hamper Julia’s newfound independence or spirit in any way, but I do want her to know what it is like to have her body completely worshiped by a man who knows exactly what he is doing in the bedroom. I want her to experience everything, as if she is a virgin and has never been touched by a man before. I intend to take her to new heights, to places she’s never dreamt of before, and in order to do that, I need her to know that she can trust me, that the things I ask her to do, or to let me do, will result in her pleasure like nothing she’s ever experienced before.

I kiss her deeply, unable to contain my passion for her. She is like a delicate flower, and I am a raindrop, caressing her petals for the first time, as my hands trail down her body, touching, kneading, exploring. When I kiss her neck, paying careful attention to that sensitive area where her elegant shoulder meets her throat, she practically purrs with excitement. My teeth nip softly as I lick and suck and then move further down her body.

Her breasts are perfect in every way. Ample mounds of beautifully rounded flesh. Her nipples are already hard before I take the left one between my lips and suck, running my tongue over the peak, taking my time to savor every second. She moans, stroking my hair, the scent of her pleasure already enticing me lower. But I must not neglect her other perfect peak, so I move to her right breast and take my time licking and sucking it to life.

When I kiss a trail down her flat stomach, Julia instinctively spreads her legs for me. The soft downy hair there is a thin veil as I take in the perfume of her flower. I have to force myself to go slow, not because I don’t also want to savor her but because she tastes so divine, I want to lap her up like a greedy animal.

I don’t, though. Slowly, I drag my tongue between her outer folds, feeling her legs tense up as she reacts. I lick her slowly, from top to bottom, right to left, not missing a single drop of the sweet nectar she’s making for me, before I move up to her nub and slowly awaken the treasure contained there. After several minutes of me licking and sucking, she threads her fingers through my hair. The sound of my name breathed in her husky voice has my cock throbbing with longing for her.

But not yet. This is still Julia’s time.

I move back to her folds, spreading her inner lips with my face as my tongue enters her, probing as deeply as possible. The taste of her now is like sweet wine on the lips of a man dying of thirst in a hot desert. I lap her up, still taking my time, still sending wave after wave of passion through her body. She is tense now, ready to come undone. I continue to tease her to her peak before I return my attention to that heavenly nub of hers. When my tongue caresses it again, Julia cannot hang on any longer, and with a cry, she shouts my name, "Braxton! God!" and begins to spasm. The feel of her pussy clenching and losing around my tongue is euphoria for me as well as I keep her tumbling over the edge for ten minutes or longer.

She is breathing so heavy, her muscles so tight in her core, I know I must let her down now. She is not used to this. Someday, I hope to keep her at the height of passion for an hour or more, but not now, not when she is so used to being discarded by her lover. I will never treat her that way, and I hope she can feel that now as I kiss her soft mound one more time and then rise to look into her eyes.

Her breathing is beginning to even out. I will let her regain her composure a bit, and then, I will take her to the next level of passion, one she has yet to experience. The smile on her lips lets me know she approves of my methods. I am looking forward to joining her in her next bout of rapture, just as soon as my beautiful princess has caught her breath.