The Billionaire's Unwanted Virgin (11 page)

"Does that feel as though I don't
want you, little Alice? I'm so fucking hard for you, I ache. All I want to do
is bend you over that railing and bury myself balls deep inside your sweet
virgin pussy until we both can’t walk straight." He deliberately made
himself sound crass. He wanted to scare her away, to make the decision for him,
but instead of recoiling from him, she pushed against him and twisted her arms
back to grab hold of his hair.
 
She
tugged his head down until his chin rested on her shoulder, and her scent
filled his nostrils. Fresh, with the lightness of a summer breeze it tickled
his senses, and he swore into her neck. A shudder went through her, and she
tilted her head sideways to give him better access.

He licked the rapidly beating pulse
point there, and her whimper of need shot straight to his balls.

"I want you, Lakota, you, and
just you. I don't give a fucking damn about your money, or anything, all I know
is that I'll explode if you don't fuck me right now … please."

He groaned at her breathless plea, and
when he kissed his way up to her jaw he tasted the salt of her tears. It proved
his undoing. He didn't even know it was possible to cry so soundlessly. He
released her, and she stumbled, emitting a shriek of a surprise, when he swept
her off her feet.

"Okay, sweet Alice, have it your
way, but by God your first time will not be out here, and not like this."

****

His growled words settled straight
into her heart and branded her soul. She clung onto his shoulders, and her
stomach hollowed out at the determined expression on his face. He had her
inside and on the soft covers of the bed in seconds. With his weight pinning
her down and his dark eyes searching her expression, she couldn't move, didn't
even dare breathe under his silent scrutiny, until he shifted slightly. Propped
up on one elbow, he stretched his long frame alongside hers, and settled his
large, warm hand on her abdomen. His touch burned through her summer top, and
sent tingles of awareness to her core, and still, he just studied her until she
couldn't stand it anymore.

"Lakota?" Her voice was no
more than a breathy whisper, and he smiled in answer.

"What's the hurry, sweet little
Alice? Can a man not just enjoy watching his wife?" His voice dropped
lower as he spoke, and his hand tightened on her tummy. He tucked the top up
slightly until his fingers touched her bare skin, and she sucked in a breath
when those questing digits touched the underside of her breasts. It was the
lightest of touches, yet it set her alight from the inside out. A fresh wave of
her essence coated her already sodden underwear, and she rubbed her thighs
together to relieve some of that delicious ache building in her core.

He noticed, of course, and his hand
trailed lower, back over her quivering tummy, down to where she needed him
most. He tapped her mound slightly, and Alice squirmed, and pushed her hips
upwards in a silent plea for him to do something.

"Stop trying to rush me,
sweet little Alice. We have all night, and I intend to taste every inch of
you."

A delicious shiver went through
her at his whispered words, and his smile was sin itself. He slowly slid his
hand back up over her quivering abdomen, until he cupped her breast. He ran his
thumb over her nipple and murmured his approval when the little bud tightened
further. With a wink at her he bent and sucked her nipple into his mouth
through the fabric of her tee. The strong suction created by his lips made her
gasp and squirm. She grabbed his silken hair and pulled him tighter against her
needy body. He growled into her cleavage and pinched the neglected other nipple
hard. Alice moaned her need as the sweet pain zinged straight to her clit.

"Oh, Lakota, please,
please."

He released her nipple with a
graze of his teeth, and her stomach hollowed out at the determined expression
on his face.

"This needs to come off,
little Alice. I want to see you."

Their gazes locked, and she
helped him pull her tee over her head. He sucked in a breath at the sight of
her lacy, see-through bra, and the heated approval in his eyes soothed away the
last of her nerves. Her breasts ached, and her clit throbbed, and she bit her
lip in anticipation, when he, too, shrugged out of his shirt. She ran her hands
over his torso, marveling at the feel of his silky skin under her fingertips,
and the way his nipples, too, firmed into little flat buds when she touched
them. He swore and tightened his fists in her hair when she licked them and
tugged gently with her teeth, just like he had done to her.

"You're a fast learner,
Alice." His voice had dropped further, and the deep timbre did strange
things to her insides. She flipped him over, and he went willingly, lacing his
hands behind his head. The action caused all of his muscles to ripple, and
Alice's mouth went dry. Uncertain of how to proceed, she bent and kissed him.
He groaned into the kiss and acting on instinct she straddled his hips and
ground her sodden core into the rigid erection tenting his trousers. His hands
dug into her hips, and he directed her movement, until every move scraped along
her over-sensitive clit, the seam of her jeans creating delicious friction.

Alice gave herself up to
sensation and rode him with reckless abandonment. Faster and faster he moved
her core along his, and when he sat up and sucked her nipple back into the
moist haven of her mouth, the pressure building inside her core erupted in
waves of intense bliss.

Alice screamed his name, as her
body convulsed and the crotch of her jeans grew wet with her juices.

"That's my girl." He
growled the words into her ear and bit her earlobe, as she collapsed onto his
chest, completely spent, and quite unable to believe that she had just had the
most fantastic orgasm whilst still being clothed.

****

Lakota smiled and drew lazy circles on
Alice's sweat slicked back, waiting for the tiny tremors still shaking her body
to stop. He was so hard he could pound concrete. Watching her ride him like she
had, had been a privilege to witness. He traced the contours of her ass through
her jeans and smiled at the wet feel of her jeans.

She shifted slightly and hid her face
in her hands.

"Don't. I'm so embarrassed."
Her voice sounded small and so vulnerable it tugged at his heart strings, and
he rolled with her so that he could see her better. She clamped her legs
together and refused to look at him, even when he pulled her hands away from
his face.

"Look at me, little Alice. What's
the matter?"

"No, I can't… I…" She
sniffed and froze when he trailed his hand down to the button of her jeans. Her
eyes flew open, and she tried desperately to push hid hand away. "No,
don't, please. Let me get these off. You don't want to touch … Oh no, I got you
all wet, too."

She went scarlet and tried to scramble
off the bed, her gaze riveted to the wet stain on his groin.

"Alice, look at me."

She froze at the steely command he put
behind his words and reluctantly raised her eyes to his.

"What do you think happened here?
Other than you being so beautifully responsive, it took my breath away."
He frowned as a thought occurred to him. "This wasn't your first orgasm,
was it?"

"Of course not." She sounded
indignant, and he smiled. "I'm not that innocent, but I … I, damn it, I
don't usually pee myself during it."

Lakota had a hard time keeping a
straight face, and she glared at him when she noticed his lips twitch.

"This isn't funny."

"No I guess it wouldn't be, if
you actually had peed yourself, though I hear that's quite a turn on for some
men." He ducked the fist aimed at his midriff with a chuckle, and cupped
her sodden mound. "This just means you're so turned on that you squirted,
and that my sweet little Alice is perfectly normal, and just where I want you.
It will make your first time of actual penetrative sex much easier on you. I
don't want to hurt you."

She swallowed hard and looked so
relieved he did laugh then. Her lips, too, twitched, and she buried her face in
her hands again. He traced her bra cups and was rewarded with a sharp intake of
breath, as he hooked his finger underneath and tugged.

"I want to see you naked,
Alice."

"You first." She mumbled the
words, and he grinned when she pushed his hands away.

"Your wish is my command."
Her eyes grew wide when he divested himself off his jeans and boxers in one
fluid move. His heavy erection sprang upwards, and he cupped his shaft and
stroked slowly up and down the length.

"You're beautiful," she
whispered and licked her lips in an unconscious gesture that had more of his
pre-cum leak out of his slit. He groaned, thankful beyond relief that she
didn't seem fazed by his size. More experienced women than she had shown
concern when they'd first seen him naked, but his little Alice just seemed
mesmerized.

"Can I touch it?"

Lakota shut his eyes and jerked as she
followed that request with action and wrapped her little hand round his thick girth.
Their fingers met, and he groaned and clamped his hand around her wrist.

"Don't!" She jumped at his
growl, but didn't remove her fingers. Instead she touched his balls with her
other hand, testing their weight in her palm.

"Why?" she asked. "Am I
not doing this right? Don't you like it?"

She froze in her actions and looked so
worried he drew her up for a kiss. She moaned into the kiss and opened to his
questing tongue without hesitation, wrapping her tongue around his, whilst her
hand continued its sweet torture on his cock.

He broke the kiss, panting as heavily
as she was, and rested his forehead against hers.

"It's not that I don't like it,
my sweet Alice. I like it too much, and I want to come inside you the first
time."

She went very still at his heated
whisper, and this time when he moved her hand she let go. He ground his teeth
against the loss of her hot little hand on his aroused flesh, and willed his
body back under control. It wouldn't take much more for him to lose control.
Already his balls were growing tight, and he could feel his release building at
the back of his spine.

He let her go and put some distance
between them.

"Strip for me, baby. Let me see
that beautiful body."

She colored but did as he asked. He
had to shut his eyes when her breasts fell free out of their lacy confines. They
were perfect little handfuls, and he ached to taste them, to draw the tight
little buds of her rosy nipples into his mouth and take her to the brink of
ecstasy again, but he didn't dare touch her. He was too close to the edge as it
was.

"So beautiful." The words
were husky and filled with his need for this woman, his wife. His sweet little
Alice—all his for the taking. "And the rest, don't stop now."

She didn't meet his gaze when she
shimmied out of her jeans, and he suppressed a grin when she sniffed them.

"Believe me now, my sweet?"

She grinned sheepishly and taking a
deep breath drew her sodden thong down her long, shapely legs. Lakota swore in
his mother tongue, and Alice froze.

Before she could question him he had
her pinned underneath him, his thigh urging her legs apart, his thick cock head
sliding along her slit.

She whimpered when he withdrew with
another muttered curse and rolled off her to reach across to the night stand
and the box of condoms he kept there. She drew him back by his shoulders.

"You won't need them. I'm on the
pill, and I'm clean, obviously. I mean I…" Her voice faltered when he
bestowed his full attention on her, and she turned the most delightful deep
shade of crimson.

"Of course if you want to use
them that's fine, too. It's just that I heard it's better without, and I've
been on the pill for years to regulate my monthlies, you see, and…" She
bit her lip and stopped babbling, fixing her gaze determinedly on a spot over
his shoulder.

"Alice, you'll be the fucking
death of me, you know that." He ground the words out through clenched
teeth and nudged her chin up with one trembling hand.

"Thank you for that little
speech. I'm clean, also. I always use protection, so you don't need to worry
over that, so if you're sure…?"

"I am, and thank you, too, for
saying that. I trust you."

That small admission settled
perilously close to his heart, and he drew her close. He put all of his
nameless emotions into the kiss that left them both gasping for breath. She
rubbed her breasts against his chest, the hard little bullet points of her
nipples leaving a jolt of electricity in their wake. He abandoned her mouth and
kissed a path down the soft skin of her neck. She moaned and pushed her hips
up, when he ran his tongue along her thundering pulse point. His cock twitched
against her thigh, leaving a wet trail in its wake, and he groaned at the
exquisite sensation.

"I want to fuck you so much,
little Alice."

She twisted underneath him in answer,
and opened her thighs wider, granting his fingers access to her moist folds.
Swollen and oh so soft they drew him like a beacon, and, stopping briefly at
her breasts to lick and tease each nipple in turn, he continued his exploration
south.