One Weekend with the Billionaire novel Chapter 26

My lungs heave as I try to recover from the wondrous sensations Braxton has sent throughout my body, all with the power of his amazing tongue. I lay on my back, staring up at his handsome, smiling face, still wondering how I have gotten so lucky, and this amazing man has decided that he wants me for his own--at least for now.

I can’t think about anything beyond this weekend. Not at the moment anyway. Right now, all I can think about is how good this feels, all of it. Braxton knows how to make my body feel better than I ever imagined possible, but he also knows how to make me feel important, empowered, and treasured.

As I regain control of my breathing, he drags his hand down my side. "Are you ready for more?" he asks in a husky voice. I find myself nodding before the thought registers consciously. My body responds to him in ways I cannot describe. I have already given him permission to ask anything of me, and I know I will do whatever he asks of me because he understands what I will enjoy better than I do.

I feel a little odd as Braxton guides me up on my knees, turning over so that my bottom is in the air and I am braced against a stack of pillows. Jeff does like to take me from behind sometimes, but that is different. He bends me over in the kitchen or the bathroom, and I have to grasp the table or the counter for dear life. I can tell already, as Braxton moves behind me, that this will be different, but I do feel submissive, and I’m not sure I like that.

Braxton’s hard cock is poised at my entryway, but he doesn’t press in, not yet. I am wet and ready for him, my pussy beginning to ache again, as if the work his tongue did only moments ago has already faded from my muscle memory. I feel his light touch on my hips as he says, "When done properly, this position can be most satisfying for a woman because it allows deep penetration. But if at any point you feel uncomfortable or you want me to stop, just say the word, sweet Julia."

I open my mouth to respond, but all that comes out is a staggered breath and a small sigh. He chuckles, a low, rough rumble and then leans down and kisses the middle of my back. It is a small gesture, but one that lets me know he cares for me.

I feel his fingers first as he gently explores my outer folds and then slides inside of me. I imagine he’s checking to see if I am ready to take all of him in. I am so wet, I can practically feel my juices dripping from between my open legs. Braxton gives a satisfied grunt, and I turn my head to look over my shoulder. He takes his fingers from inside of me and sucks my essence off of them. The expression on his face is one of a man savoring a gourmet meal. His eyes roll back and he smiles, taking a deep breath.

As his hand comes back to my hip, I look away, a smile on my face as my cheeks pink. The idea that I taste so delectable to him that he wants to lap up every drop of my juice is almost incomprehensible to me, but I am already soaring among the clouds, and he hasn’t even entered me yet.

I feel the tip of his manhood again at my entryway. He pushes in slightly, and my body comes to life again. My muscles react to his presence, contracting and loosening, as if my pussy is trying to suck him deep inside. As he pushes further, I relax the best I can, ready for him to send me back to those places I visited earlier, that fuzzy reality where everything is bliss, and my body feels incredible.

Braxton gently glides all the way into me. He is right. I am able to get even more of him deep inside of me this way. I can feel him stretching me in places where I’ve never felt anything before. As he begins to set a rhythm of thrusting in and pulling back out over and over, I can’t help but moan in delight. He is hitting me in all of the right places, his pace perfect, and I feel myself slipping over the edge again.