The Billionaire and the Virgin (Billionaires and Bridesmaids #1)(80)

“I’m just making sure you can handle me, sweetheart.” He pushed another finger inside her, and then began to slowly work them in and out. “Though you’re so wet I don’t think it’ll be a problem. Christ, I love how turned on you get. That’s so f*cking sexy.” He leaned down and nipped at her breast. “Wait here and I’ll get a condom.”

She nodded and he disappeared out of the room. A long moment passed, and a naughty thought sprang to mind. Greatly daring, she slid a hand between her legs and began to touch herself, the way she did when she masturbated. Light, delicate touches into the wetness seeping from her core, then swirling it around her clitoris, gliding over the sensitized skin. She spread her legs wide on the air mattress so when he returned, he’d be able to see exactly what she was doing.

And her cheeks felt hot as fire, but it’d be worth it to see Rob’s expression.

“Found one,” he called as he came into the room, a small purple packet in hand. “I had to dig out my wallet and . . . holy f*ck.” He staggered next to the bed. “Oh, sweet Jesus, that is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

She giggled at his response, but she kept touching herself. Her skin was sensitized from their earlier play, and her breathing was quick, her nipples taut. She was going to make herself come if he didn’t touch her soon. “I missed you,” she told him shyly and drew her hand away.

“Oh Christ, no, don’t stop,” he said, dropping to his knees. He pushed her thighs apart and buried his face between her legs. “Now I have to see you come.”

She moaned as he began to lick her with eager intensity. Okay, she hadn’t quite been expecting this response, but oh wow, his mouth felt incredible. Her hips jerked as he flicked his tongue against her clit and his fingers pushed inside her again. When he rocked them into her, she moaned and pressed her hips up against his mouth, and his tongue flicked at her clit again. “Oh,” she breathed. “Rob, I’m going to—”

He hummed something against her skin. It might have been assent. It might have been “Yankee Doodle Dandy” for all she knew. But the vibration of the hum against her skin? It was glorious. With a breathy cry, she began to come, her sex clenching around the two fingers he had buried deep inside her, all the while he tongued her clit with rapid, teasing little strokes.

The delicious, soul-shattering orgasm seemed to last forever, and when he’d wrung out the last little shiver from her, he gave her mound one last kiss and then sat up, picking the condom up again from where he’d tossed it down on the bed. She watched in fascination as he opened the package and unrolled the sheath onto the length of his hard penis. Then, when it was covered, he leaned in on his hands and gave her another deep, wet kiss that tasted of her skin.

“Ready?” he asked.

She nodded, and immediately she felt the press of his penis against her core. Anticipation flashed through her, and she clung to his neck, kissing him ravenously as he pushed into her. This time, he didn’t move slowly or delicately. This time, it was a full thrust into her, and the feel of it was shocking. She made a soft little squeak in the back of her throat as he seated himself in her.

His mouth lifted from hers and concern showed on his face. “All right, sweetheart?”

Oh, but the feel of him was more than all right. She felt filled, in all the ways she’d been longing for during the past month. He was inside her so very deep and she ached and craved more at the same time. “It’s perfect,” she told him honestly.

Rob groaned, and he leaned in to kiss her again, his mouth moving over hers even as he began to pump into her with sure, quick strokes. The air mattress groaned and protested under them, but they were oblivious to it. Marjorie moved her hips in time with his, trying to match his pace despite the shaking of her legs. It felt like another orgasm was building inside her . . . or maybe the last one just hadn’t stopped. Either way, she whimpered and ran her hands over every inch of Rob’s skin that she could touch. Her motions became frantic as his strokes increased with intensity. “Need you,” she murmured. “Need more. I’m close again.”

He nodded and leaned back, and to her surprise, he grabbed her by the hips and turned her onto her side. He scissored her legs apart and stroked into her again, one arm holding her leg high into the air against his body. It changed the angle of his thrusting, and she moaned because it made her feel more full than ever.

“That feel good?” he panted.

She nodded, biting her lip. Everything felt good. It was like he knew just how to touch her and make her body sing with desire.

“I’m about to make it feel better,” he said, and began to stroke faster. He pumped into her harder than usual, and to her surprise, the sensation began to make everything else react. She moaned and clung to the mattress as he made love to her with sure, rough speed.

And then she was coming, every nerve ending alight with feeling, every bone in her body turning to mush. Marjorie cried out Rob’s name.

“I’m there, too,” he panted, and his strokes grew wild, uneven, his movements exaggerated. He groaned and held her in place for a long moment, his eyes closed tightly, and she realized he was coming, too. She wondered how it’d feel to have him come inside her without a condom.

Someday, they’d test that.

For now, she was content to have him lie down next to her, breathing hard. He pulled her against him and she watched idly as he removed the condom and put a new one on. When they spooned, he pushed his cock inside her again, linking their bodies.