The Billionaire and the Runaway Bride by Nadia Lee
Chapter Thirty-Five
Declan
When Yuna brushes her lips against mine, I think I’m having another damn dream. The raunchy sex dreams I’ve been having since the first evening she came over to my place.
But it’s not a dream.
She’s too warm, too solid, too sweet. My dreams always focus on my reactions. They’re always hazy on the details of how she feels, how she sounds and smells.
The skin on her arms is smooth and warm under mine. Her lips are softer and more richly delicious than the freshest whipped cream. I lick them a few times, then slip my tongue inside. She reminds me of a fine aged whiskey—intoxicating and addictive. I want more until there’s not a drop left.
She lets out a small sound, then wraps her fingers around the back of my neck. I pull her closer until she’s straddling me. My hands roam over her, tracing the sweet, slim lines of her body underneath the dress.
All my blood seems to pool between my legs. She groans, and lust shoots through every cell in my body. She fuses her mouth harder with mine, and I devour her with my lips and tongue, lost in the heat of our kiss.
Desire pours through my veins, screaming want, want, want. Part of me knows we can go all the way right here, right now, but I don’t want our first time to be on the kitchen counter. Or in the living room.
In my dreams, we did it everywhere but the bedroom. But for our first time, I want it to be there. In bed. So I can lay her down and spend hours watching her face flush with pleasure and twist with orgasm after orgasm.
In my dream, I never got to see her climax. It always ended before she came. Now, in reality, nothing will be over until she shudders and sobs my name.
“Wrap your legs around me,” I rasp.
She does, looking at me with dark eyes shining with excitement. And the sight stokes my own desire for her.
I kiss her again, grab her firm little ass and carry her up to the bedroom. My dick rocks against her with every step, a kind of delicious torture. She squirms against me, making tiny kitten noises in her throat.
The fact that she wants me as much as I want her makes me even harder. My boiling blood roars in my ears as I kick the door to the dimly lit bedroom open and lay her gently down on the mattress.
Her long, straight auburn hair spread out around her like a corona, Yuna looks like a goddess on the cool mint-colored sheets. Not just any goddess, but my goddess. I impatiently rip at the buttons on my shirt then fling it over my shoulder. I toe off my shoes, then jerk at my pants and underwear and socks, annoyed I have so many damned clothes on, something I’ve never felt before. But surely nobody needs this many pieces of cloth to prove they’re civilized.
“You have a gorgeous body,” Yuna says as she looks her fill. Her erotic scrutiny is hotter than hell.
“So do you.” I can’t imagine a more perfect woman.
She arches an eyebrow. “You haven’t seen it yet.”
“Doesn’t matter. You don’t have to be nude for me to know.”
A smile slowly curves her mouth. She beckons me closer. I place a hand next to her head and lean over her. Her lashes lower over her eyes as she runs those long, clever fingers over my body, from shoulders to chest and to abs. Her hands are slightly cool against my overheated skin, and I let out a soft sigh, enjoying the light strokes, the exploratory tracing of every line of my physique.
As they travel further south, I suck in a breath. When her hand runs along my shaft, I let out a moan. Her touch feels amazing. Red tinges her cheeks as she holds my eyes, her fingers working their feathery caresses.
I dip my head to claim her mouth, then use my free hand to reach under her and unzip her dress. I want her fully naked, exposed to my gaze. So there’s nothing between us.
She arches her spine to help, her mouth eager underneath mine, one hand wrapped around my dick. I unhook her bra and push it and the dress down to her pelvis in one smooth motion. Her breasts aren’t large, but soft and sweet, tipped with pointed nipples. The sight makes me shaky with need.
I hook my fingers on her underwear and pull everything down to her knees. She kicks her clothes the rest of the way off. She reaches down to unstrap her stilettos, then pauses. “On or off?”
“On.”
She laughs and lies back, wrapping her legs around me, her fingers digging into my hair as we kiss, our tongues tangling, sharing the same air.
I run my greedy hands over her bare body, relishing the silken feel of her warm skin. She’s sensitive, every touch eliciting shivers. I lay light kisses all around her velvety-soft breasts. She arches her back, grabs my hair and pulls my head until my mouth is right over one nipple.
I lick the tip, which is already tight and pebbled. Her breathing grows rougher, and I pull it into my mouth, sucking hard. She arches her back, her thighs tightening around me. She mumbles something in Korean and moves against me. I lavish my attention on the nipple until I can feel her wetness against my dick, then take the other one to make sure both are equally loved.
“Oh my God.”
She clenches my hair hard enough to make me wince a little, but immediately lets go as though she’s sensed my pain, clutching the sheet instead and panting hard.
Holy shit. My dirty dreams have been hot, but having her underneath me for real is a million times better. She smells so delicious, and her responses are what fantasies are made of.
My cock throbs. Twin desires—to drive into her or tease her more—war within me. Then, suddenly, I know what I want to do.
I slide down her body, my mouth leaving a wet trail on her belly and below. I want a taste of her most intimate flesh. Right now.
My hands on her thighs, I spread her wide, exposing her to me. The light in my room is barely bright enough to show me how pretty she is down there. I make a mental note to take another look in the morning and run my tongue against her softness.
She lets out a strangled scream, her whole body going taut. Blood roaring in my head with the need to push her higher, I lick, suck and invade her flesh, lapping up the sweet juices from her body. The muscles underneath my hands tense, her pelvis grinding against my face. I growl my approval of her wantonness. I want to use my mouth to make her feel good. Drive her into that hot climax she’s craving so badly.
I move my tongue faster, push two fingers into her molten heat. It only takes a couple of good, hard thrusts before she clenches around me, her body twisting as an orgasm grips her.
I revel in the sound coming out her throat, the roughness of her breathing, the way her body goes rigid, then slowly loosens as she comes down from her high. When I move up, she’s gazing up at me, her face soft in afterglow. I lick my lips for a last taste of her, then reach into the nightstand for a condom.
Once covered, I lay myself down on top of her and kiss her. I feel like a lovestruck teenager doing it for the first time, desperate to make it special and good for the girl I’m with. She lays a hand on my cheek, cradling my face like it’s the most precious thing in the world. A gentle feeling I can’t name pierces the raging lust, and my heart accelerates faster, like it’s about to break out of its ribcage.
My muscles so tightly wound I’m almost shaking, I inhale deeply to strengthen my control and push into her. It’s better than anything I’ve ever fantasized about. She’s so damn hot and tight around me, and she envelops me perfectly, like she was created only for me.
Her name is a chant on my lips as I drive into her over and over again, watching her reaction to every one of the long thrusts. Her fingers dig into my shoulders. I feel an orgasm barreling toward me as I increase the pace and power of my drive. I take her breast and pinch the nipple between my fingers, tugging, wanting her to go over with me.
“Declan!”
My name tears from her throat as she climaxes, spasming hard around my dick. My own orgasm slams into me, and I feel like I release everything in the universe.