One Weekend with the Billionaire novel Chapter 75

As soon as we get out of the hot tub, we don’t bother to put our wet bathing suits back on. It would be too difficult to get back into them, especially my bottoms, so we just wrap up in big, fluffy towels, and Braxton guides me over to a large chair where we can sit together, his arms around me, my legs over his. I gaze up at the stars, breathing in his scent. He smells so good, I can’t help but nuzzle my nose up to his face. The scent of deep woods and his natural musk make my skin light on fire again, my heartbeat racing.

I don’t know how long I can sit her, wrapped up in his warm embrace, only towels between our naked bodies, and not feel a rush of longing again. I wonder if Braxton is having the same problem as his lips graze my temple. I lean into him, and his mouth rests on the top of my head for a long moment.

I raise my hand to his neck, stroking him gently, before I move my lips to the spot near his Adam’s apple where I can feel his heartbeat. He murmurs, the vibrations from his vocal cords tickling my lips. I open my mouth and suck lightly, and he groans a little louder.

It doesn’t take long for me to know that we’re lost to the world again. He turns his face toward mine, and I lift my lips to meet his. I nip his bottom lip, sucking, biting down, and then his tongue parts my lips and twirls around mine. He pushes my towel down so that my breasts are bare, and once again, he has me gasping as he expertly works my nipple between his thumb and first finger. He uses his palm to brush against my hardened peak. I am wet between my legs again, and it has nothing to do with the pool.

Braxton pulls back from my kiss and whispers, "I want to taste you."

I am at my peak, my toes curling, my hands clenching against the sides of the chair, my leg muscles tight, my core rippling. I can’t suck enough breath into my lungs. The pleasure coursing through me has me sitting up, grabbing his hair and pulling him even tighter against me. I have had some amazing orgasms from Braxton, but this is the longest one I can remember. It lingers for what seems like ten or fifteen minutes. When he finally pulls back, my lungs are burning, and my eyes are unfocused. Braxton sits up and scoops me into his arms. When he kisses me, I taste myself on his lips and love the fact that he knows me so intimately.

I know he has meant to give something to me and doesn’t expect anything in return, but once I can breathe again, I move to straddle him, taking him fully inside of me in one stride. We fuck hard this time, quick, rough strokes that leave him gasping for air and grunting. It doesn’t take long for him to fill me again, and then we collapse in each other’s arms, no need for towels, only the stars above us. We may as well be the only two people in the world because, at the moment, no one else matters.