The Carrero Effect - Falling for the Boss (Billionaire CEO) novel Chapter 130

I stay still and quiet, waiting now he’s no longer touching any part of my body and the inability to see has heightened all my other senses drastically. I flinch and yelp when a warm hand touches my inner thigh, then giggle in reaction and hear him stifle a soft laugh.

A warm mouth follows, causing me to arch my back from the bed in response, it feels completely different and far too good. Held captive, completely at his mercy and unable to predict his movements. Every single touch is heightened to an intoxicating degree. I’m vulnerable with no control in every way, but I like it, it’s exhilarating because I’m so completely trusting of him and know I am safe, even tied down and exposed. Old Emma would have died like this.

He unties the straps of my bikini pants, slowly, pulling them free, sliding them away, my body lifting to aid the removal. His knees dip the bed at each side of my hips, so I guess he’s straddling me, but nothing else touches me.

Soft lips graze my cleavage, so I jump again and laugh impulsively, nerves on high alert, still held in my bikini top as his warm fingers trace the thin straps up to my neck, sliding behind to pull it free. The bow unravels, letting the soft damp fabric be pulled out from behind me easily. A hot firm hand slides under my back and I arch upwards, allowing the removal of the second tie, inhaling slowly and deeply when the bikini is pulled away completely. I’m fully naked and utterly his to do with as he pleases. This slow act he has going on is building up the tension inside of me, the anticipation to feverish levels.

His warm breath hovers over my abdomen, the weight shifting down the bed as he moves. I keep tilting my head to try and figure out what he’s doing but I’ve never felt so alert, so in anticipation of a touch. His lips come to my skin and again I tense abruptly, relaxing to the small gentle kisses, a lick, then his mouth moves to the apex of my thighs. He hovers, blowing gently, sending a thousand sparks through me before his warm sensual tongue probes me deeply. I moan out loud, writhing within my confines and tug against them as I respond.

He continues expertly licking and toying with me even though I can’t bring my legs or knees closer so I’m wide open to him, unable to stop anything he is doing, and it makes it all the more erotic. This is a new level of sex for us, a level I didn’t know we could reach, because what we have done so far already blows my mind.

I groan and arch my back again as the pleasure intensifies, his mouth doing things to my clitoris that makes my body shudder and writhe in ecstasy. Wet, hot softness of his tongue entering me over and over, teasing, sucking, probing. Gentle pleasurable jolts shoot through me, bringing me to the brink, his breath on my most secret part achingly good. I bite my lip hard, groaning from deep down, experiencing the build of internal heat while unable to stop my body from moving around. There’s warm wetness flowing, showing him just how much he’s turning me on, making me open up and I throb for him, begging to be devoured.

I strain on my confines, savoring the feel of the pressure around my wrists and ankles, the harsh rasp as I tug again and the cuff jerks against me. It’s so in contrast to what he’s doing, it only adds to the effect. Harshness and a biting ache of being held prisoner and then sensual softness and deep pleasure as though he’s serving me. There’s something so highly sexual about surrendering myself to him this way, letting him have full possession of my body and being unable to stop him. As someone who always had to have control in life, never willing to drop her guard, I’m completely helpless to the lure of being his captive. It’s a fantasy I never imagined I would like, but it seems to be exactly what I want and need to truly let go.

The heat building inside of me intensifies and the beginning of the waves which will climb to a higher euphoria. I’m climaxing quickly like this; whatever he’s doing combined with being restrained this way is certainly talking to my inner goddess and I’m unravelling effortlessly. His fingers trace my curves as he flicks and sucks at my core and pushes me beyond the brink. I cum seconds later, crying out in a thundering glory, unable to tense and pull my legs in yet it only makes it even more mind-blowing. Leaving me exposed to him, he doesn’t stop as I cry out, his tongue pushing in for a final assault, his hands on my hips, yanking me down to force me further into him which causes an almost instant second explosion of ecstasy. I groan out wildly as I convulse more harshly. This time the stars going off in my darkened vision, combined with the internal explosions cause a rush of moisture to run down my inner thighs as I pant and grind myself into him and soak the sheets beneath me.