One Weekend with the Billionaire novel Chapter 74

I never expected our conversation to be so brief, but the moment Braxton’s lips are on mine, I no longer care about anything other than his touch. I thought for sure he’d want to talk more about the conversation that I had with Jeff earlier on the telephone. I can tell that it bothers Braxton that I spoke to him, but he doesn’t want to know anything more.

Either that, or maybe he just can’t think about anything else since he’s kissing me like he hasn’t held me in his arms for ages.

I’m not complaining, though. I move to him, straddling him beneath the warm water. I press myself to him as the kiss deepens. I can feel his hardness growing against me, and an ache forms within me as I long to have him inside of me.

Braxton is taking his time, kissing a trail down my neck, leaving little bursts of electricity within me everywhere his mouth touches me. His hands slip up inside of my bikini top as he finds my nipples and gently tugs on them. I moan, my neck vibrating against his mouth as he is working his way to my hardened peaks. He takes one in his mouth and continues to work the other one to life with his other hand. I am bumping and grinding against him, my pulse quickening. The heat from the water isn’t the only reason my flesh is red, and beads of sweat dot my forehead. Braxton’s tongue swirls around my nipple. He flicks it gently and then more forcefully. My moan becomes a breathless growl as he begins to suck with a purpose. I lower my head and take his earlobe between my teeth, nipping and running my tongue around his ear. Braxton grunts, and I hope I am giving him as much pleasure as he is giving me.

He switches breasts, taking a second to untie my blue bikini top and drop it into the water. I kiss him quickly and then he begins to suck my other tit, hard. It feels so good, I can hardly stand it. I need him inside of me. I want to reach between us and pull his dick out of the top of his swim trunks, but he isn’t finished with my breast yet, and the ripples of pleasure it’s sending through me, I can’t imagine telling him to stop.