The Billionaire's Unwanted Virgin (12 page)

Her scent called him, the salt of her sweat-slicked
skin a heavy aphrodisiac. He circled her clit with his thumb and allowed one
finger to enter her tight channel. Her internal walls clenched around his digit,
and he murmured soothing nonsense into her tummy, until she relaxed enough for
him to insert another finger.

"That's it, Alice, relax. I'll
make this good for you, I promise."

She grabbed hold of his hair and cried
out when he closed his lips around the little bundle of nerves and sucked. Her
very essence exploded on his tongue, and a gush of her juices aided the
tentative thrusting of his fingers into her channel. Careful not to break the
evidence of her innocence he found there he continued his exploration of her,
stretching her in preparation of his aching shaft. She ground herself against
his face, and her internal walls quivered and shook as her second orgasm pulled
her under. He sucked harder, lapping up the sweet cream filling his mouth, and
pushing her into another and another release until her screams of completion rang
in his ears.

Only then did he replace his fingers
with his cock. She was so wet and ready for him that he slid right in. She
flinched in pain when he tore through her barrier, and Lakota swore. Pushing
himself up on his arms he kept his weight off her and searched her face
anxiously for any clue as to how she was feeling.

Tear seeped out from under her closed
eyelids, and he swore again, even as the tight clasp of her cunt around his
cock felt like heaven on earth.

"Shit, I'm sorry, you're so
tight. Let me—" Before he could pull out however, Alice locked her ankles
behind his butt and lifted her hips higher. The move slid him in a deep as he
could be, and Lakota saw stars. Every sensation was heightened by the lack of
covering around his dick, as her silky hot walls grabbed his cock, and the
trembles of another orgasm rocked through her.

Her eyes flew open when he thrust; her
mouth opened in a silent O, her pupils so dilated in need there was only a
small ring of emerald visible in her orbs.

"God, Lakota, I never knew … don't
stop. Harder, please…."

The last of his restraint broke at her
breathless pleas into his ears, and he pounded into her with all the pent-up
need of the last few weeks.

Alice flew again, her fingernails
scoring his back as she came around his cock, and he, too, let go, pumping his
seed deep inside of her with an animalistic grunt of release into her sweat-dampened
neck.

He collapsed on top of her and kissed
her tears away.

"Please tell me we can do this
again, soon," Alice asked, and he laughed.

"Oh, you can count on that, my
sweet little Alice."

She smiled and snuggled into him, and
Lakota's cold heart melted like butter in a hot pan. He was so fucked.

Alice woke to hushed male
voices, and she smiled when she recognized Lakota's deep rumble. He sounded as
though he was ordering them breakfast. They could certainly do with the
nourishment this morning, after all the exercise they'd had last night.

Alice rolled over and winced
at the unfamiliar soreness between her legs. She had lost count how many times
Lakota had made love to her last night. Each time more determined than the
last, each time more tender and precious than the one before, until Alice had
cried with tears of bliss and begged him to stop. She blinked in the ray of
sunlight filtering in through the open doorway to their private terrace. Dust
motes danced lazily in that shaft of light, and she giggled. It seemed even the
Dorchester was not immune to dust.

"Tell me what's so
amusing, my sweet." Lakota's deep voice wrapped itself around her senses,
seconds before the man himself stepped into her field of vision. Her throat
went dry, and she swallowed past the sudden lump in her throat. He must have
just showered, because his hair hung round his face in wet strands, drops of
water still clung to his abs, and he was wearing nothing but a low slung towel.
Her fingers itched to undo the knot that really didn't look very secure.

"You keep looking at me
like that, all my best intentions will go out the proverbial window, and I
don't think you're up for round two yet, or round seven as the case may
be."

His smile was sin itself, and
her pussy clenched in remembered pleasure. The bed dipped as he sat down next
to her, and she melted into his arms, when he rubbed his stubbly jaw along her
neck.

"As much as I want to,
my sweet, you must be sore. Are you?" He tipped her head up, and the
concern she saw in his dark eyes, gave her nice floaty feeling of happiness
inside.

"A little,
maybe, but I can’t wait to do it again."
                    

Lakota threw his head back
and laughed and drew his thumb over her lips.

"I love your enthusiasm,
but what you need right now is a bath. Housekeeping will want to change the
sheets, and by the time you've had your soak, Forrester will be here with our
breakfast, and then, my sweet, we have a plane to catch." He laughed again
when she looked at him expectantly. "And no, I am not telling you where
we're going. It's a surprise."

He tapped her nose with one
finger and then picked her up off the bed with one strong heave ho. Alice
shrieked in surprise, desperately trying to hold onto the sheet, but it was
useless. Lakota merely grinned and carried her naked form into their adjacent
bathroom.

Alice hadn't managed to get a
good look at it the night before, only having darted into it to use the loo,
and the sheer opulence took her breath away.

The open windows afforded
perfect views over Hyde Park and London's skyline.
 
An intricate, sunken into the ceiling, light
display set the mood over a marble bath tub big enough to host three people and
filled to the brim with fragrant bubbles. Lighted candles placed around the
bath added to the romantic feel, and Alice's eyes filled with tears when Lakota
lowered her into the warm waters.

They embraced her like a
lover's touch, and she sank into the depths with a blissful sigh.

When she opened her eyes it
was to find Lakota towering over, with such a look of hunger on his face an
army of ants marched over her skin where his gaze fell. Her breasts floated
just above the water line, and her nipples puckered and firmed and sent darts
of awareness between her legs. She squirmed in the water and grabbed the sides
for support. Her breaths came in short gasps, and her gaze locked on the
evidence of his arousal now tenting his towel.

"Join me," she
whispered.

"No, that wouldn't be a
very wise move, little Alice. Let me watch you though. Reach down and touch
yourself for me. Rub that greedy little clit for you, and slip your fingers
inside your tight clasp. Think of me filling you with this." He whipped
the towel off and took himself in hand with long measured strokes.

Alice whimpered her need and
licked her lips at the drop of pre-cum visible on the engorged head of his
shaft. Steel enclosed in velvet, and her cunt clenched recalling the feel of
him filling her, stretching her last night, until she was so full she could
hardly breathe. Her hand dipped under the water and parted her slick folds. He
murmured his encouragement, and she let her head fall back as her fingers
circled her swollen bud and the familiar tingles started.

His musk filled her nostrils,
and she opened her lips without hesitation as his whispered encouragement. She
groaned around the thick girth pushing past her lips, and she wrapped her free
hand round the base of his shaft.

"Jesus, yes, just like
that, my sweet. You're so fucking beautiful." His heartfelt groan into her
ear spurred her on, and her own needs forgotten she sat up more to take as much
of him in her mouth as she could. He swore when she sucked hard and swirled her
tongue round the ridged underside of his dick, eagerly lapping away the dewy
moisture coating her tongue. Spicy and salty and so very him, his essence
exploded on her tongue, and she shuddered and moaned when his fingers replaced
her own under the water.

She arched into his hand and
almost lost her rhythm when his other hand rolled one of her nipples between
his thumb and forefinger. The sweet pain pitched her own arousal higher, and
she writhed in the water. It splashed over the sides, extinguishing the candles,
and Lakota swelled inside her mouth. She stepped up her efforts in tune to the
magic his fingers were working in her oversensitive core, and just as she flew
over that cliff, he spurted his cum down her throat with a hoarse shout of
completion. She swallowed every last drop, even as her body shook in
aftershocks, until he grew flaccid in her mouth and gently disentangled himself
from her.

Heat rose in her cheeks when
she opened her eyes and saw the devastation they had wrought on the bathroom.
Water was everywhere, and the scent of sex overpowered everything. Movement
next door told her that housekeeping must have arrived, and she sank under the
bubbles with a mortified groan.

When she came up for air it
was to find a now robe wearing Lakota grinning at her. She threw a worried
glance towards the bedroom and whispered," Do you think they've heard
us?"

Lakota just shrugged his
shoulders and laughed.

"It doesn't matter
either way. They get paid a fortune to be discreet, and you and I, my sweet,
are newlyweds. I think they would gossip more if we did manage to keep our
hands off each other. Now, have a soak and come out when you're ready. I'll be
on the terrace with the breakfast. Don’t be too long. I'm starving."

He winked at her, dropped a
kiss on her forehead, and stalked away.

Alice giggled, happiness
suffusing her from her head to her toes. Maybe they could make this marriage
work after all. She sank back into the bubbles and hummed her favorite tune.

****

Lakota listened to the off
key humming sounds coming from the bath room and grinned. Who'd have thought
his little Alice would be so receptive, or that their needs would mesh so
perfectly together. Innocent she clearly had been, but she was also incredibly
passionate and responsive, and he realized with a start, made him feel giddy
with excitement at the day ahead. He couldn't wait to see her face when she
realized where they were going on their honeymoon.

He owned half of the
luxurious resort in Sri Lanka, and as such they had the most luxurious and
private villa at Wadduwa. His balls grew tight, and his cock hardened anew at
the thought of having nothing but pleasure to worry about for the duration of
their honeymoon. He had plenty of trips planned, but if last night was any
indication they would hardly leave the complex, let alone their villa.

He smirked at the thought,
and Forrester smiled at him as he rolled the breakfast trolley onto the
terrace.

"It is a beautiful
morning, Sir."

"It certainly is,
Forrester. Tell me are all the arrangements in place, like I asked?"

Forrester inclined his head
and proceeded to lay the table.

"Yes, Sir.
 
You and Mrs. Kemnay are booked on a first
class flight at four PM, which should get you to
Bandaranayake International for nine AM their
time."

"Perfect,
thank you, Forrester." He smiled at the faithful retainer and was rewarded
with another bow and a smile over his shoulder. Even without that alert he
would have known Alice had stepped onto the terrace. Her scent called to him
seconds before she wrapped her arms round his middle, and the heat of her body
soaked into his back.

"Morning,
Forrester. Are you expecting to feed the ten thousand?" She giggled into
his back, and Lakota interlaced his fingers with hers and pulled her around and
in front of him. Clad in the same Dorchester supplied luxury robe as his, she'd
left her wet tresses to tumble down her back to dry naturally, and he rested
his chin on her head. The faint scent of roses wafted into his nostrils as she
sagged against him with a little content sigh.

Forrester's
smile deepened, and he pulled out a chair for Alice to sit down.

"I
am merely following Mr. Kemnay
's instructions, m'lady.
Coffee?"

"Oh, yes please."
Alice eagerly left the cocoon of his arms and sat down. She couldn't quite hide
her wince, and Forrester frowned. An almost imperceptible movement of one
eyebrow but Lakota noticed it nonetheless, and he fancied he saw a hint of
disapproval in the older man's eyes when he glanced his way.

Lakota hid his grin. Clearly
Alice had managed to get under Forrester's skin, too, but Lakota would be
damned if he allowed a butler to make him feel guilty about that wince. She had
been with him every step of the way last night and this morning.

"Thank you, Forrester,
that will be all. We'll manage from here."

The butler finished pouring
Alice's coffee, smiled at her, and bowed his head.

"As you wish, Sir. Your
car will be ready from midday."

"Car?" Alice asked.
She wrapped her hands round her coffee cup, lifted it up and inhaled deeply
with such a look of bliss on her face, that Lakota couldn't tear his gaze away
from her.