Five Dates with the Billionaire - Alyssa J. Montgomery Page 0,39

and mouth to stoke her again to an inferno of need.

Certain she was absolutely ready for their joining, he reached for the foil packet, tore it open with his teeth and sheathed himself. He prided himself on being a generous lover, but he’d never known such an acute need to have his lover caught up in a maelstrom of perfect bliss.

‘Lift your hands above your head,’ he instructed.

Mia didn’t hesitate and Connor took one of her hands in his and entwined his fingers with hers, wanting to connect with her in every way possible; to have as much of their flesh touching as their bodies joined.

With his other hand, he guided his rigid length to rub against her clitoris while he watched her face, tuning in to her body to assess her readiness. Gently, he probed against the entrance then paused to commit this transcendent moment to his memory, even though his entire body was raging with primitive need to make her his. Holding her gaze, his heart swelled at the trust in her eyes.

‘Mia.’

She sent him an inviting, needy smile. ‘Connor.’

Knowing she was still with him, he gritted his teeth together and exerted supreme effort to slow down; to suppress his own passion and rein back from plunging swiftly inside her. Gently. Slowly. He began to inch into her and paused each time her body stiffened even a little as she stretched to accommodate him.

‘More.’

Stopping as he felt the fragile barrier of her resistance, he felt the sweat beading on his brow. ‘A little pain, Mia, then it’ll be over.’ At least he hoped to hell that was what would happen.

That was what was supposed to happen, wasn’t it?

While he steeled himself to deliver the sharp sting of pain, Mia took matters into her own hands. She thrust upwards at the same time as she put her hands firmly on his hipbones and pulled him down into her.

One pained cry from Mia while he thought he would die from sheer pleasure hardly seemed fair. ‘Oh God, Mia.’

She shook her head. ‘I’m good.’

A surge of emotion unlike any he’d ever known flared through him at the way this beautiful woman so honestly expressed her needs. Answering those needs, he began to withdraw before thrusting slowly back in to the sweet welcome of her tight body. Her muscles stretched to accommodate him in a perfect fit and were like quick sand, pulling him back so he could sink into her. Deep in. So deep it was impossible to tell where he ended and she began.

His name was rent from her lips on a sob as her hips moved inexpertly, trying to find the rhythm and filling him with a primitive satisfaction that he’d be the one to teach her body how to fly in ecstasy.

Before long, Mia learnt the age-old primal rhythm and her pelvis rose to meet his body thrust for thrust as her inner muscles learnt to clench around his sensitive shaft, squeezing him tight as he thrust deep, drawing a tortured groan from his throat, then releasing him as he withdrew.

Nirvana.

Utopia.

Divine Ecstasy like none he’d ever known beckoned him.

Desperation gathered in Mia’s face like storm clouds.

Urgent need pounded through Connor’s body and the pressure built to the brink of eruption. It was rapturous torture and he felt the muscles of his body, the sinews of his arms and the tendons of his neck strain as he thrust harder and deeper to bring her over the edge.

At the point when he thought he could bear it no more, her eyes widened in wild abandon and she cried out as she shattered and tumbled over the edge, her climax ripping through her. The potent contractions pummelling through her body spasmed around him and he gave into his own release, throwing his head back and calling out her name as his whole frame shuddered and his desire pumped out.

Blown away by the force of his orgasm, Connor dropped his forehead against Mia’s but continued to support the weight of his upper body so he didn’t crush her. Looking down at her in awe, he was overcome with a joy he’d never experienced.

Their breaths mingled on each exhalation, their bodies seeming to be in complete harmony. Even the pulse he could see at the base of her neck was keeping time with the one he could feel at his temple. Their bodies still joined, there was a completeness about their intimate union that was entirely surreal and he didn’t want to end