The Blind Date Billionaire

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

Elena couldn't remember him moving towards her much less any implication that he was going to kiss her, but none of that mattered as she let herself fall into the magnificence of his kiss. It was probing at first, as though he were asking her permission with tender but firm kisses to her closed mouth. She let out a breath of pure desire that gave him the green light to continue and deepen the kiss. His fingertips were suddenly in her hair and tilting her head to make her mouth more accessible. On and on, waves of unadulterated pleasure flowed through and over her, as her nipples hardened against the hard plains of his chest.

"Say yes," he breathed against her mouth, as his hands slid down the side of her body and up again, until his thumb came to the hem of her dress and slowly began to push it up. With her dress successfully bunched around her waist, Elena could feel his desire for her, pushing against her now heated core.

"I want you," he said moving his kisses down her throat and along her collar bone. "Please say yes."

"Yes," the acquiescence escaped her without her consent as her legs instinctively spread wider to accommodate him and wrapped around his waist, unconsciously bringing him closer to the throbbing part of her that screamed for his possession. He pulled away from her briefly before rising from the sofa and lifted her into his arms

Elena vaguely remembered being carried up a flight of stairs before, she was laid out on a large four-poster bed in a room so masculine and refined, it was most definitely his. He stood before her at the end of the bed just looking down at her with approving eyes.

He wanted her, and this revelation gave her a sense of power that nothing else could have done. She forgot Chantal and all the possibilities she had been given and would always throw away. Instead, she focused on finally having something that she wanted without having to fight and claw her way through hell to get it.

"Take down your hair," he commanded and she did it without hesitation, pulling her thick brown hair from its high bun. Alexio's eyes narrowed in appreciation as her hair fell down in glossy waves.

"I had hoped it would be curly as it was yesterday," Elena took her bottom lip into her mouth as insecurity got the best of her.

"Is that...bad?" She did not want to admit that the only reason it had been curly yesterday was because she had not had time to dry and straighten it after her shower. A more sophisticated woman would have had everything in place, fake date or not.

"No agape mou," he held out his hands to her and when she took them, pulled her to stand upright before him.

He towered over her which did nothing to diminish her nerves at the prospect of making love to this commanding man. Never taking his eyes from hers, ocean clashing with rainforest, he reached around to her back and slowly undid her dress, letting it pool at her feet. He unclipped her bra next and dropped that to the floor as well. The sudden rush of air to her skin hardened her nipples further till they could easily cut diamonds.

Still in complete silence, Alexio continued his seduction and hooked his thumbs through either side of her flesh coloured thong and pulled it down to the floor, sinking to his knees as he did so.

Elena barely had time to think before Alexio grabbed a firm hold of her behind and brought her moist, heated mound towards him and put his mouth on her in the most intimate of kisses.

She buckled but Alexio held her firmly while her left hand grabbed the column of the bed and her right hand found its way into his thick black hair. He did not lose eye contact as his tongue parted her delicate folds and pleasured her as no man had ever done. Elena closed her eyes and threw her head back in ecstasy as the first surge of her orgasm ripped through her. Her breathing was laboured as Alexio increased the pressure of his tongue, concentrating on the swollen bead of nerves that were guaranteed to send her over the edge.