One Weekend with the Billionaire novel Chapter 78

Braxton leads me to the bedroom. I am nervous, sort of like I was the first night we were together, but I trust him. I know, whatever it is he wants to do in here, I will enjoy it beyond anything I can comprehend.

Once we are in the bedroom, Braxton lights some candles while I stand at the foot of the bed. His lips meet mine as he takes my clothing off, his hands roaming all around my body, lighting my skin on fire everywhere he touches me.

"Lie down on the bed," Braxton says softly.

I raise an eyebrow, not sure what he wants me to do, but I crawl into the middle of the bed and lie on my back. Braxton opens his nightstand drawer and pulls out a black mask. He slips it on to cover my eyes and kisses me sweetly.

The next thing I know, my hands and legs are restrained. I am a little nervous because I’ve never done anything like this before, but I trust Braxton completely.

My arms are bound above my head, together, but my legs are spread wide. I have enough room to lift my legs if I want to, but when Braxton settles between my legs, I don’t want to put them together at all. His breath is warm on my deepest, most exposed parts, and the apprehension of him preparing to lick me has me panting, but he makes me wait. I lift my hips, wanting him to kiss me, to touch me. I hear a low chuckle from the back of Braxton’s throat, and I know he is enjoying himself as well.

It isn’t his tongue that I feel on me, though. It’s something else, something plastic. "Have you ever used a vibrator like this one before?" he asks me as he slides something on my most sensitive nub. It surrounds me, and already, just from him touching me there, I feel a wave of pleasure wash through me.

"No," I say, but then, I’ve never used a vibrator before at all. I don’t tell him that. Until I met him, I had no idea there was even any point in using one because I just didn’t think sex was pleasurable for me.

Braxton has already shown me I was wrong about that.

He’s about to show me I was wrong about vibrators, too.

I am beginning to catch my breath again, "Yes, I’m okay," I say, but my voice still doesn’t sound like it should. It’s still high-pitched and breathy.

Braxton pulls the blanket over us and cradles me. "Did you enjoy that?" he asks me.

"Yes," I tell him. I did. It was amazing, something I can’t even describe in words. I’ve never felt like that in my whole life.

Braxton kisses me again and whispers, "I love you, Julia."

"I love you, too," I say, and then my eyes are heavy, and I know I am about to fall asleep and will probably sleep like a log after wave after wave of euphoria has sent me to places I’ve never been before. I hope to return there again soon, though, as long as Braxton is willing to take me there.