Cleo Miranda Adams is a part-time clerk at a small antique shop and an aspiring guitarist. Music has been part of her life since birth. After a tough loss, she focuses on building a name for herself and doing what she loves.
Billionaire and perfecti...
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He growls and his lips capture mine. My hands pull on his hair. His arms swallow my waist, lifting me. My legs wrap around his waist. Our tongues battled for dominance. I tug his bottom lip between my teeth. I feel his arm move lower. I'm actually glad I wore a dress today. The weather is warming up so I took advantage. His fingers snake between my legs, reaching my underwear. His fingers dance on my clothed centre making me whimper. He does this every time I give him attitude. I honestly live for it.
"So damn rude," he growls as he strokes me.
" So damn cocky," I reply. My head falls back when I feel two fingers enter me. His lips find that stop on my neck. The combination makes me ride his fingers aggressively, seeking release.
I bring my head down to look into his blue eyes. I smirk before kissing his swollen lips. My tongue sweeps across his. I moan at the taste of him. This man is a drug. I feel something hard on my back when he pulls his fingers out of me. I whimper, feeling empty. How is it that I never realize when he walks?
I lean against the wall, heaving. He looms above me with hazy eyes. I smirk and run a hand through his messy hair, "You have sex hair." Humour replaces the hunger in his eyes when he busts out laughing, burying his face in my neck.
His laugh is so contagious, and I can't help but laugh along with him. "God I love you, woman," he says through his laugh, kissing my neck softly.
"I love you, too," I reply. He raises his head and looks at me. The look in his eyes screams 'I adore you but, I'm about to make you scream my name." I gulp and my heart picks up. He smashes his lips against mine. We're nothing but grinding teeth, heavy moans, and hungry tongues. My hands grip his belt pulling him closer. Why does he have to wear clothes? He hastily unbuttons his shirt, while his tongue continues to consume mine. My hands greedily unbuckle his belt, flinging it to the side. His pants and boxers go the same speed. I take the time to admire this man's body for the millionth time. I swear, it's perfection.
His hair was a hot, curly mess with eyes of hunger and desperation. His lips were swollen, and pink from passionate kissing.
His shoulders are wide and they hold the most perfectly carved chest. He has 10% body fat— his words not mine— but he still feels like a teddy bear when I hug him. His muscles bulged with every movement. Almost making me wish he threw me across the room just for fun. He didn't have the body of those shiny, buff bodybuilders but you can definitely he's built. His abs were sharp. They remind me of the time I tried to blast my core. It's a no for me. I love my little muffin top and curvy waist. Especially when Chris lays his head on my stomach. It shows me that physical appearance doesn't really matter when you love someone.
Yeah, you can love their body. But bodies get old and wrinkled. It's the soul that matters.
A sly smirk plays on his face. He loves when I oogle at him. "Done staring?"
I roll my eyes, and he chuckles. "It's your turn," he mumbles. His hands slide up my waist, pulling my dress off. My hair was already a curly mess.
His fingers tips danced on my shoulders, tugging at my bra straps. His soft kisses trailed from my jaw to my neck. I moan when he sucks on that one spot again, pulling my bra off simultaneously. His calloused hands cup the flesh, kneading and pinching. I involuntarily arch my back into him, seeking more. He kisses my parted lips briefly before sliding down my body, going on his knees. Something about a man on his knees I tell you. He holds the back of my thighs, shifting me forward.
He swiftly pulls my damp underwear down my legs. I don't even have time to step out of them properly when his tongue dives into my entrance. My hands grip his hair as he ravishes me like a hungry lion. "Chris!" his name rips out of my throat.
"That's right, amore. Scream my name," he groans, speeding up the movements of his tongue. His thumb rubs my clit in tight, fast circles. The combination makes my knees wobbles. As I'm about to fall over, Chris hitches one leg over his shoulder, giving me balance, and him a different angle. "Come for me, baby," he says into my core. I feel that familiar tightness in my belly, and before I know it, I'm coming all over his skillful tongue.
I lean on his shoulders as my vision blurs. This man makes me see stars every time. When my shaking finally stops, I lean on the wall trying to catch my breath. "I think that's the hardest you ever made me come," I say without thinking.
"Don't think we're done yet, baby," my eyes snap open at the feeling of his breath on my face. When did he get up?
His arms reach for my waist, lifting me. We groan as our naked centres rub against each other. He holds my legs around his waist, pressing me against the wall. He buries his head in my neck, "you're killing me, amore."
"A good way to go," I smile.
"Damn right," he says before plunging into me with one quick thrust. I scream at the sudden intrusion. He pulls out almost all the day, before slamming back into me. Our hips slap against each other as he takes me to heaven and back. He adds a seductive roll of his hips to his movement, making me throw my head on the back. He takes his sweet time kissing my neck. "My pretty girl takes me so well," he moans into my neck. "Look at you."
My nails dig into his skin, hard enough to make it bleed. His dirty words threaten my orgasm. He pinches my clit between his thumb and index finger, making me flinch. My orgasm is close. I feel it coming. My walls clench around him in preparation for the little death. "Not yet, amore," he says. Before I can ask what he means, he pulls out of me and turns me around. "Hands on the wall, principessa," he orders.
With shaky hands, I lean on the wall bending over. I intentionally stick my butt out, making him groan. I feel a sting on my bare skin. "Assolutamente perfetta," he groans slamming back into me. "Mmm," I moan. He grips my hips and starts to frantically thrust into me. "Chris!"
"Cleo," he moans. I turn my head to see his head through back in pleasure. Sex is fifty-fifty, so to see him like this makes me smile. The tightening in my abdomen returns and I know I'm seconds away from exploding. He senses it and pinches my clit. "That's it, baby. Just like that." His voice is octaves deeper.
A loud moan rips through me as I explode around him. My hands threaten to fall off. His warm load fills me to the brim a few thrusts later. He leans on my back shaking. His arms hug me close as we catch our breath. I can feel his chest dripping with sweat.
I honestly don't know how we're still standing right now. Because that was some explosive sex.
Chris' breathing slows as he pulls out of me. He uses his remaining strength to carry my bridal style to our room. I literally can't feel my legs. He takes us to the bathroom and fills the tub.
I do my business on the toilet, while he uses the one downstairs. If you didn't know we're both walking around the house butt-naked. My dream come through.
When the bath is ready, we climb in. The warm water encompassed our sore bodies. I sigh and lean into his chest. He massages my shoulders. We enjoy the silence. Nothing but our beating hearts and breathing. "I'm so proud of you, amore," Chris' voice cuts through the silence.
"I just don't want to fail him. I wasn't expecting it, but I know I'm ready," I say. "He was secretly training me to take over," I laugh softly at the thought. The man had me doing some random stuff last month.
"I know, baby. But you can do anything you put your mind to. Even date me," he chuckles. He has a point, but dating and loving this man is the easiest and best thing I've ever done. "I will be right here supporting you and loving you as long as there is breath in my lungs," he kisses my cheek.
I smile at the thought. I really wouldn't have it any other way. I blush and turn my head to cup his jaw and kiss him. One minute we're going at it rabbits, and the next we're being cute. I love it. And more importantly, I love him.
