Billionaire's Pleasure-Chapter 108: Connected Again

Mia’s POV

I was not transporting any articles of clothes. In spite of the fact that I hadn’t planned on it, I ended up accepting Chris’s request to spend the night somewhere other than at my house. He gave me one of his worn-out t-shirts to wear.

"You can wear it with pants if you like. It ought to have a cozier feel to it."

It was. Not only was it superior to what I was wearing, but it also smelled like Chris and had been used so frequently that it had become soft from wear. Not only that but it had also been worn so frequently that it had scented like Chris. Whenever I lay down to sleep, I always take off my pants and just wear my shirt.

For the first time in a very long time, I was able to have a night’s sleep that was completely restful, and when I woke up, I felt revitalized. The room that he offered to let me stay in, which was decorated in dark blue and gray, had a sophisticated yet cozy vibe about it. I was prepared to bet that it was the only room in the home that felt comfortable, but Chris was a man, and nothing would feel as comfortable as it could without the touch of a woman. I was prepared to bet that it was the only room in the house that felt comfortable. There was a check made on the time. It was six o’clock in the morning. I kept my ears open for any sounds that might have been coming from within the house, but I heard nothing. I was positive that Chris had not yet fully awakened. I was wearing the t-shirt and the socks when I went into the kitchen, where I found cereal in the pantry and milk in the refrigerator. After three distinct cabinets, a bowl was brought out. A spoon can be found in the drawer. I began making breakfast while standing at the island in the kitchen. While I was in the middle of preparing breakfast, Chris came staggering into the kitchen looking as though he had just woken up from a nap.

He greeted me with "Good morning." I grinned.

"Morning."

He then sat down on a bar stool and turned his back to the others before turning to face me. We sat in relative stillness for a time period. I couldn’t say for certain what he was thinking. His eyes never stopped darting all over my body, yet it wasn’t in a way that made me feel uncomfortable or exposed to him. Because of the way he looked at me, I got the impression that I was very stunning. I hadn’t experienced that sensation in quite some time. It was difficult to feel gorgeous when you were the size of a house when you were that huge. At five months pregnant, despite the fact that my stomach was still very small, I did not feel particularly huge. On the contrary, I felt fat and unpleasant throughout the day.

I inquired as to whether or not it would be inappropriate if I showered.

"I’ll pass on that. Please make yourself at home."

After finishing cleaning the bowl of the sink, I gave her a nod and then proceeded to the guest bedroom. The restroom was predominately decorated in gray and blue as well. As soon as I stepped under the spray, the water was already very hot, and the sensation was incredible. I hid my face from the light and let it run through my hair while I closed my eyes. I could feel how it drenched the strands of my hair like fingers. After a little pause, someone eventually rang the bell at the restroom door.

"Yes?"

"Can I enter?"

"It wasn’t clear to me. What would happen if I gave in to your demands? Do you want me to turn it down?"

"You may."

I had a croaky voice when I spoke. After using the facilities, Chris exited the room and locked the door behind him. Even though I was aware that the steamy glass shower walls would make it so that he could only see a hazy image of me, I still wanted him to look, at least at my rear end. My unease was caused by my expanding stomach. Chris started taking his clothing off at that point. He got into the shower, walked into the stream of water, and then turned his back to face me. It grew more difficult for me to breathe in. He lifted a hand and moved the wet hair that was covering my face away from it.

I spoke the words "my tummy" in a tone that was practically a whisper.

"Don’t. You are quite attractive. Because of the moisture, his gray hair grew sticky and began to cling to the sides of his face. He kissed me while bringing his lips closer to mine, and I returned the gesture. It was different from the first time I did it. It had a silky and alluring quality. Chris gave me a passionate kiss that covered my entire body, and his hands seemed to explore every inch of my body as if they were trying to memorize every aspect.

Despite the fact that he took his time, he was difficult and unquestionably prepared to go inside of me. He was able to make me feel beautiful on the inside as much as the outside. When it finally came down to having sexual relations, and he pushed into me, things were very different from how they had been in the past. There was an overwhelming amount of happiness, but no sadness at all. He approached me in a way that was both gentle and cautious, pushing into me and then pulling away from me, only picking up momentum and pace when he was satisfied that I was ready for it.

My physical self responded to his. Orgasm eventually flooded through me, filling me up with light, cleaning everything away, and leaving me as nothing but a blubbering mess. The combination of the hot water on my skin and his sex inside of me drew me ever closer to having an orgasm. He encircled me in his arms and kissed me, which made me feel loved and cherished. When it finally happened, his relief and pleasure were a distant memory at that point. Due to the fact that it was all about me, I had the impression that this was much more than simple sexual activity.

As if whatever it was that was going on between Chris and me was something that lasted for much longer than a short period while we were both attending a fashion show. It looks like it may grow into something much bigger in the future.