Five Dates with the Billionaire - Alyssa J. Montgomery Page 0,38

his spine while the other reached between them.

He sucked in a breath.

Shy and tentative initially, Mia’s fingers traced delicately along the rigidity of his penis and the sensitive sac beneath. Feather-like strokes. Teasing touches around the head, making him ache. He fought to stay still to grant her this exploration.

Connor groaned. ‘Firmer.’

Gaining confidence, her strokes became bolder before her warm fingers closed around his length, and squeezed.

Oh God. Heat sizzled through him and he felt light-headed—dizzy—as exquisite sensation streaked through his entire body, all the way down to his toes.

He pulled back, pulse thundering. ‘Too much,’ he panted as he shook his head in sheer bloody wonderment that her inexperienced touch could have such a powerful effect on his body.

He needed to focus on her—on arousing her and bringing her to fulfilment.

Harnessing every bit of self-control he possessed, he bent over her and used the tip of his tongue and his fingertips to trail a lazy path down her gorgeous body. The evocative scent of her arousal teased his nostrils and called to him like a siren to come and taste.

‘Your skin is delicious, but I want to feast on all of you.’

As his tongue trailed erotic circles around her navel, his fingertips moved across to the firm ridge of her hip bone before moving lower and nudging her thighs further apart. He met with some resistance. ‘Are you okay?’ he asked.

She nodded.

‘Open your legs for me, Mia.’

She bit down on her lower lip before she swallowed.

‘You still want this?’ God, please don’t let her deny me now.

‘Yes. I… I’m sorry. I didn’t realise I’d be so… nervous. But I haven’t changed my mind.’

He drew in a deep breath. ‘You’re in control here, Mia. Just because you agreed doesn’t mean you can’t change your mind.’

‘I want it to be you.’

Thank God. ‘Then relax and enjoy.’

Her fingers threaded through his hair, holding him back from his intended destination. ‘I don’t know what to do.’

‘But I do. Trust me to make it good for you.’

She nodded then released her hold on him. They held each other’s gaze as he blew gently on the feminine curls that covered her entrance.

Her chest rose and fell more rapidly and he could see the uncertainty in her eyes. ‘Relax,’ he said softly.

Holding one hand on her hip, he parted her feminine folds with the other. With exquisite care, he stroked her there.

She moaned.

He kissed the soft silky skin of her inner thigh. ‘Put your head back. Close your eyes and enjoy every sensation.’

Slowly, he felt her body melt into the mattress as he explored her flesh again with his fingertips, stroking and teasing her nub of sensitive nerve endings. He alternated with firmer pressure until she was incoherent with need.

Her body jack-knifed as he put his mouth to her, but his hands held her firm as he used his tongue in an intimate dance dedicated to her pleasure. Actually, it wasn’t all her pleasure. The exquisite honeyed taste of her inflamed him. Her cry of shocked pleasure as he eased his fingers into the sweet, drenching heat of her was an intoxicating mixture of innocence and lust. His own throbbing ache wound tighter as her body tensed.

He could feel her stretching for the pinnacle, and she began to whimper and beg for completion. When he drew the taut nub of her desire into his mouth and began to suck on it, she bucked, cried out, then sobbed with her pleasure.

Revelling in her responsiveness, Connor was deeply satisfied he’d given her this climax. He moved up beside her and gathered her in his arms, wiping away the tears trailing down her cheeks. ‘You’re crying?’

‘They’re happy tears.’ She sniffled, then laughed, her wonder etched into every feature. ‘I never dreamed it could be so good.’

He kissed her forehead. ‘That was just the beginning.’

‘My body feels so good. My limbs are heavy but there’s still a part of me, deep inside, that’s aching—clenching—with emptiness. I can feel these little contractions that I’ve never felt before. Is that normal?’

Connor’s erection surged at her innocent wonderment and his heart flipped around his chest at her honesty and her trust. ‘I’d say so. I’m aching to fill that emptiness.’

She lifted her head to kiss him then sent him a small smile as she screwed her nose up. ‘Less talk and more action, then?’

He laughed. ‘That’d be good.’

But all traces of their humour vanished and laughter was replaced by Mia’s small mewls of neediness as Connor kissed her passionately and used his hands