by Rose Francis
“No, it’s just…more than anything, I want you to continue. I want you so much, it hurts.”
He was surprised his dick didn’t actually rip his pants then, like some obscene Incredible Hulk.
He didn’t doubt he’d take her hard and fast once he got to that point—his control was slipping away from him.
He wanted to sink himself deep inside her, get to know the warm, wet crevice waiting to enclose him.
He wanted to place his lips on every part of her body, but he knew he didn’t have the patience for a slow savoring—not tonight.
Maybe he’d get to suck on her succulent breasts for a bit before…
“Kevin, you must know something,” he heard her say, although it was barely a whisper.
His eyes went to her face.
“I…” Her voice cracked. “I’m a virgin.”
Kevin froze in place for several moments, unsure how to proceed.
He suddenly understood a lot of her hesitance and fear, but his dick wasn’t getting any less demanding. He still wanted her so badly, he was afraid he’d hurt her.
It also heavily impressed upon him the gift she was offering him.
She had chosen him for this pivotal moment in her life, she was allowing him to forge a definitive place in her history.
“Naomi,” he groaned, knowing there was no way he was going to stop, but that he had to find every bit of strength in himself to take care of her tonight and be as gentle as he possibly could.
He didn’t want to hurt her—especially since he doubted this was the only time they’d indulge—and he needed to get her ready for him in every way in order to succeed.
Besides, she was trusting him, and he needed to be worthy of that trust.
He unbuttoned her pajama top and was surprised to see the bra underneath.
She seemed to read his expression.
“So I don’t feel totally exposed while I’m here,” she said, looking shy.
Something clutched in his chest.
Was she really so uncomfortable sleeping under his roof?
He hadn’t realized how awkward everything must have been for her—he had truly thought he was doing her a favor. Although if he was being completely honest with himself, he had selfishly wanted her close and hadn’t tried to see her side at all.
He started unfastening her bra, his eyes on hers the whole time.
Once he helped her out of it and flung it aside, his head descended on one of her breasts, taking it gently in his mouth and fondling it with his lips. Then he teased her tip with his tongue, her nipple hardening with his warm, wet caress.
He played with her succulent swell until she guided his head to her other breast while letting out mewling sounds that almost made him come undone.
He was trying so hard to keep everything together, and despite how much those plaintive, feminine sounds gleefully rode his ear canal to his engorged dick, making it throb even more with need, he kept in mind that he needed to put her needs above all.
He moved his lips down her stomach, making her twitch with each touch of his mouth on her silky brown skin.
She started grabbing at her sheets and he had to close his eyes—he couldn’t watch her face while she was lost in sensation like that without wanting her even more and making a hasty mistake.
He slowly pulled down her matching pajama bottoms, then tossed them in the same direction as the top.
Maybe the conservative, patterned, long-sleeved nightwear should have tipped him off that he wasn’t exactly dealing with an experienced girl.
If he had known beforehand what he was working with, he could have kept his emotions in check better and wouldn’t be at risk of plunging too deep too fast.
But as it stood, he was barely holding on to a thread of control.
He pulled down her panties, and before the sight of her glistening pussy and her soft, feminine scent wafting up to him could unravel him, he buried his face between her legs, enclosing her nether lips with his mouth before beginning to tease her peaks and valleys with his tongue.
She writhed helplessly, tearing at the sheets as she twisted her body as if trying to get away from his darting tongue.
Her loud moaning nearly shattered his control completely, and he sucked and licked at her more vigorously, teasing her nub with his finger, and then with flickers of her tongue to help her get ready for him.
Her juices soaked the space beneath her, and finally, as he felt her closing in on an orgasm, he couldn’t take it anymore.
He shed his clothes in record time.
Knowing he could bring her back to the brink in no time to meet his own impending orgasm, he placed his raging cock at her dripping entrance and slowly started pushing his way in.
She was still breathing sort of hard and desperately, so he knew she hadn’t come back from the edge, and as he continued to push himself inside her, parting her impossibly tight walls, he knew neither of them were far from tumbling over that edge.
To feel his dick sinking into her moist warmth, her walls forming a slick, extra-tight sleeve, he made himself keep going until he had broken her completely in and was buried inside her to the hilt, pausing a moment.
When he opened his eyes again, he realized she was looking at him with a mixture of shock and desire and he could wait no more.
He pulled back a bit slowly, taking his first step to finding his rhythm with her.
He knew he could still hurt her if he moved too fast or suddenly thrust too hard, so he moved his cock out about halfway before pushing it back in.
He kept up the gentle rhythm for a few more strokes, then, when he felt his body begin to change pace against his will, he leaned forward to pull her neck between his lips and started fondling her wet pussy again, brushing his finger across her clit and making her contract and writhe helplessly at the teasing sensations.
He felt her nearing that edge again, and knowing there was no way he wouldn’t come with her, he started moving even faster, squeezing their bodies together hard as he pushed deep, as if trying to invade her chest cavity with his dick.
She cried out helplessly, and he felt her orgasm building, her walls gripping him even tighter, her legs wrapping around him, and it shoved him nearer to the edge.
Her moans and the beginning contractions of her orgasm finally unraveled him, and soon, he was coming inside her with final, powerful thrusts as her body continued to squeeze his erupting, throbbing cock, her juices gushing all around him and sending him to a place that could only be described as heaven.
He was reduced to sensation, his hearing as if he were on a plane and succumbing to cabin pressure, his eyes not quite working properly—darkness and stars before him as if he had over-exerted himself on a mountain hike and was about to black out.
His toes had curled so hard, he wasn’t sure they’d ever straighten out again, and Naomi’s body was holding on to him so tightly, he ridiculously thought that if he moved one muscle, his dick would break off and get stuck inside her.
He collapsed on top of her, more than happy to stay buried in her as long as he could, unwilling to leave her side overnight.
Heck, she’d be lucky to get rid of him at all after this.
CHAPTER 14
NAOMI
N aomi never would have predicted it—her first time with a gorgeous hunk of a billionaire in a stunning mansion on the most wonderful, expansive bed she’d ever slept on?
It was unfathomable. Impossible.
Yet it had happened.
Jenna’s first time had been with some guy she met at a bar that she got into using a fake ID.
The guy didn’t even take her to a motel or anything—he just took her in his old car, promising to call the next day and never did.
“The worst part was he wasn’t even all that hot,” Jenna had said. “We had a good conversation and he seemed sort of nice and had a cool personality, so I was like, why not? Ugh! I wish I had waited.”
Jenna’s experience sure helped Naom
i wait.
Then there was Melissa—another girl from their group home.
She shared having her first time under the bleachers at school.
Another girl she knew at least got to do it in bed—at the guy’s house while his parents weren’t home.
Then they had to scramble for their clothes when the parents came home sooner than expected.
Naomi stared at the beautiful, sleeping man next to her, breathing deeply and looking content.
Yup—could have been a lot worse for her.
She more than lucked out for her first time—she hit the jackpot.
Before she knew it, she had fallen asleep too, a smile on her face.
* * *
“OH NO, we missed breakfast!” Naomi said, noticing it was after eight a.m. and earning a hearty laugh from a rumpled but still beautiful Kevin.
“You do know that I’m the master of this house, right? That breakfast, lunch, dinner is whenever, wherever, and however I want it?”
Naomi felt her cheeks flush.
“My god, you’re adorable,” he said suddenly, looking at her with such intensity, her cheeks burned more.
He rolled off the bed, shamelessly naked, and extended his arm to her.
“Let’s get cleaned up and ready for breakfast.”
He glanced toward her bathroom with a sort of wary look on his face.
“Um, let’s head on up to my bathroom; the facilities are better there.”
She had no idea what he was talking about. How on earth could a bathroom possibly be any better?
She had a spacious, beautifully decorated place with a shower and tub, a shower head with various massage settings, matching towels and well-coordinated overall from the rugs to the tiles—Naomi couldn’t imagine how it could be improved.
Either way, she didn’t want to go with Kevin to his room, although she wasn’t sure exactly why.
“How about I meet you there? I need to take care of a few things and get my head straight.”
He seemed to understand.
Then he pulled her to him, bringing their naked bodies together, and he kissed her gently on the lips.
He wrapped his arms around her, and her breasts squashed against his hard chest in the heated hug.
“I know how…significant last night was,” he said, his voice low and gentle, almost like a caress.
Then he pulled away and held her chin with the tips of his fingers. “Trust me, I know.”
He seemed to want to say more but didn’t.
Finally, he let her go completely and started pulling his clothes on.
Before he left, he said, “Naomi, you will have dinner with me every night from now on, yes?”
She nodded.
“You won’t avoid me again?”
She nodded.
“Then you will trust me? If something is bothering you, you will tell me what’s on your mind and let me help you work through it?”
She nodded once more.
“Good.”
He turned to leave, then spun around once more.
“Are you still comfortable working with Manny and Jeffrey?”
Naomi thought about it.
She knew there was no way Jeffrey didn’t know what they’d done overnight. The kitchen staff no doubt knew by now too, since they hadn’t been able to serve either of them that morning.
Heck, their night had probably reached all the other workers by now, but she tried not to think about what they now thought of her; after all, this was her moment of happiness.
Finally, after everything she’d been through, good fortune was smiling on her.
She knew what she had probably wouldn’t last very long, but she came to a decision as she watched Kevin’s gorgeous sleeping form: she was going with it.
Being with a guy like him was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, and she wasn’t about to look her gift horse in the mouth again; she’d enjoy every bit of being with a stunning, powerful man willing to take her with him to places she never dared to dream of going and teach her about various aspects of his world while she could.
So, yes—she was quite happy learning her way around the kitchen, getting tips from a world-class chef, free personalized instruction.
No, she didn’t mind being sent out to pick up this or drop off that—as much as she loved the mansion, she loved being able to get away from it sometimes.
And of course she had no problem bringing Kevin coffee or a sandwich or whatever Chef Manuel wanted her to take up to him.
None of her duties interfered with their changed relationship.
She loved seeing Kevin, she loved learning, and she loved having temporary moments of freedom. Everything complemented each other, actually.
Naomi found herself excited about the upcoming work week and daily outings and nightly dinners.
* * *
“I’M GOING to take a real vacation day today,” Kevin said as they settled in for breakfast, both freshly showered and presentable.
Naomi tried not to sound glib.
“A vacation day?” she asked.
“It’s hard to stop working sometimes. So no phone calls answered, no emails checked for at least two hours. Anyway, I’m going to take a ride on my yacht, and I want you to come with me.”
She nearly dropped her fork.
“A yacht?”
“Yes, why not?”
Naomi knew exactly what that meant—relaxation, leisure snacking and drinking, lessons about the ocean as it related to yachting and whatever else rich guys like him did on the water, and definitely sexy times, and she was here for all of it.
* * *
AS SHE REPORTED to him after breakfast the next morning, she got another surprise.
She was glad to see he hadn’t seemed rebuffed after she refused to sleep in his bedroom yet again the previous night, and that he was treating her with his usual cheer.
“Archery?” she said, still in disbelief at his proposition.
“Yes! Maybe we’ll find your latent talent there.”
He grinned at her.
* * *
INSTEAD OF WORKING the rest of the week, Kevin made her try a different activity every day and let her retire to her room—after finding an opportunity to take her again.
He stopped inviting her to his room after her second refusal, but once they returned from an opera one evening, instead of taking her home right away, he booked a room in an upscale hotel and spent the evening making love to her there.
They spent another day on the outside of his estate—talking, swimming, snacking, drinking poolside.
He took her in a cabana there.
He showed her around the grounds, and she got to see every stone statue and manicured hedge, every pond and mini-waterfall.
It took almost half a day for him to give her a full tour of the outside, and once they were done, he walked her all the way back to her room, suggested they shower together and took her doggy-style for the first time there.
Another day, he showed her around other wings of the interior, pointing out all sorts of rooms she hadn’t been shown before since she’d mostly been confined to one wing.
She even discovered he had a sauna, an indoor pool, and a ballroom.
When she felt his energy change as he headed for another room, she wondered what he was up to, but couldn’t guess.
He wasn’t trying to trick her into going to his bedroom after all, was he?
But when he opened the door, her jaw slackened, and she could only stare silently at the expanse of meticulously arranged books in the library before her.
She didn’t know how long she stood there gaping and possibly drooling, her feet rooted to the ground, her brain clouded by all the delicious reading material in front of her.
Eventually, his soft voice calling out her name registered.
“You are welcome to come here whenever you want, Naomi,” he said.
She felt stupid about the tears forming in her eyes.
“This
place is a dream,” was all she managed to say, still unable to tear her eyes away from the expanse of shelves.
“You’re a dream,” he said, the quality of his voice making her finally look up at him, startled.
He looked as if he hadn’t meant to say it, but he also looked like he didn’t plan to take it back.
He suddenly pulled her to him, cupping her face as he kissed her softly at first, then hungrily and possessively.
She felt her body start readying herself from him, moisture gathering between her legs in anticipation of what was to come.
He closed the door and locked it behind them, backing her up toward one of the couches.
Once she was on her back, he kissed her neck and her mouth while pulling her shorts down, and he let himself out of his jeans, his cock stiff and ready.
She was more than ready to receive it, and as he positioned himself between her legs, she wrapped her arms around him, trying not to think of them ruining the expensive-looking upholstered furniture.
All thoughts evaporated once his hard cock made its way inside her.
* * *
JUST WHEN NAOMI thought things couldn’t get any better, she checked her Facebook and saw a message she had dreamed of seeing for years.
“It’s me, Naomi,” the message from a name she didn’t recognize, but a face she certainly did, said. “Your sister.”
CHAPTER 15
NAOMI
A s they strolled across the grounds, hand-in-hand, Naomi felt like she was bursting at the seams.
She was filled with so much love and happiness, and being in contact with her sister the past few days only made her swell more.
She had been spending magical days and nights with Kevin, floating on a cloud of endless ecstasy.
She kept finding herself on the verge of spilling out how she felt about him, but luckily, she found the strength to hold it back.
She would only make herself even more vulnerable to him if she revealed how she felt, and if he responded in an unfavorable way, she would be absolutely crushed.
