Billionaire's Pleasure-Chapter 22: A Night To Remember

Stella’s POV

"Go back to your condo. I’ll be there," he commands in a hushed tone. He doesn’t even give me the opportunity to say anything.

Everything that I was thinking disappears into thin air. Whatever happens, I’m looking forward to seeing what happens next. I’ve reached the end of my ability to comfort Sebastian with words. Currently, all I want is to feel his presence, which is all I really want. When his lips come close to mine, my entire body erupts in a blaze of fire. I stand on my tiptoes, leaning into him, and raise myself off the ground.

Using my sneakers as leverage, I reach through them and grab the back of his head with my index finger clutching his hair. I feel the heat of his lips on mine as he kisses me fiercely.

His touch is more than lusty, but what do I know about such things? All I have are a few kisses from the guys I know from my lousy high school make-out session. But there’s more between Sebastian. And it’s almost too much to bear.

In spite of the fact that we don’t have much in common, I’m starting to enjoy him, and the fact that we don’t have much in common makes me a little nervous for a while. He pulls back just long enough to glance down into my eyes once more as if he can detect some of my trepidation in his gaze.

He scans my face with his gaze as if he had a question. Is this the type of thing I’m looking for? I’m not certain about a lot of things, but there is one thing I’m confident about.

Sebastian is the first person who comes to my mind.

I was confident in my decision to allow him to bind me to the bed last night. Knowing what I know now, I’m convinced that everything went exactly as it was supposed to. I’m convinced that he recognizes this one fact and acknowledges it with a nod. He presses his hand on the small of my back and pulls me closer to him.

I can feel the sinew of his lean, chiseled abdomen and massive erection thumping against my breasts, magnifying the throbbing deep inside my core. I can also feel his powerful heartbeat.

With Sebastian’s strong grasp on my back, any leftover apprehension was extinguished. This is something I’d be interested in. I’m not leaving until he shows me exactly what it is that I’ve been looking forward to all this time. My eyes close as he reaches for my hair and gently tugs on the inside of my bottom lip with the palm of his other hand. The sound of Sebastian moaning is accompanied by my melancholy breath on his lips, creating a primitive sound. In the midst of our tongues contacting and tasting one another, he kisses me frantically, his touch searing against my flesh. He catches me with the tip of his tongue. As he claims my mouth, I’m so absorbed at the moment that I can feel every pore and ridge as he owns the rest of my body as his own.

Fantastic. Great. Experienced.

As he turns to one side, his knee is wedged between my lower thighs, increasing the pressure of his firm erection at the top of my mound. I blink away the dizziness that has arisen as a result of my need to feel more of his naked skin against mine. I have confidence in myself. In the hopes of bringing us back to yesterday night, when we were both naked in his bed, I raise one leg up to his calf while he grinds his hip on my throbbing clit.

This is something we both need to get rid of: all of our clothes. I wobble my hips, trying to find relief from the torment that had begun the moment I laid eyes on him for the first time. Sebastian must be in a nice mood at the moment.

I am too overcome by a sense of desperation. He easily scoops me up with both hands down at my hips, wrapping my legs around him, and carries me along the corridor to the other side.

Currently, I’m consumed by a sensation of helplessness. Even though my clit was already throbbing, it’s now hammering, aching from being in such close proximity to the hardness I require within myself in order to ultimately fill me as never before. We end up in a guest room, which confirms my suspicions, and he closes the door behind us. As he sets me in the middle of the bed, Sebastian opens his mouth to say something, and I clasp my hands together in anticipation.

I put my palm over his mouth to stop him from speaking. I’m quite sure I know what he’s going to ask me this time. That is, in fact, my response.

This is something I’d be interested in.

I’m ready to go. I accept his apology for what happened last night.

I’m certain of it.

A blanket of burning heat emanating from his flesh envelopes and immobilizes me, overwhelming my senses. He lays down on top of me, immersing me in a blanket of searing heat that emanates from his skin, immobilizing and dominating my senses. I’m not sure why, but the sense of being restricted is one that I appreciate. Or it’s possible that I enjoyed the fact that he tied me to his bed more than I’d want to admit.

In one fluid motion, Sebastian raises his entire torso away from mine while holding his upper body with one hand. In order to prevent me from reaching for the hem of my shirt, he blocks my path.

"There’s no rush, little pet-sitter," he assures me in that deep raspy voice that comes from the back of his throat. "We’ve got the entire night. I’ve been waiting for this."

His lips kiss me on the midline with the gentlest of touches of his lips as he slowly slides my top up my body inch by inch. In one motion, he pulls the top over my head and throws it to one side of the bed. He then reaches underneath me to my back and unclasps my bra, sending it flying in the same direction as my top. Sebastian takes a step back and looks at me, causing me to miss the warmth of his body against mine as the cool air blasts my tummy, breasts, and shoulders from the other side of the room.

"I’m sorry," he murmurs as he slips muscular fingers down from my collarbone, between my cleavage, and down my stomach till they reach the seam of my pants, his gaze sweeping over my entire body. One hand opens the zipper with dexterous fingers by flicking the button and sliding the zipper open with the other. Suddenly, he pushes the cloth past my hips and down my legs, inching it down until it reaches my calves, at which point I pull it the rest of the way down.

Sebastian has not yet removed my panties from my waistband. He continues to kiss a trail down my lower stomach to my mound while hanging on to the seam of my underpants. I take a deep breath and try to keep my urge under control. What he’s doing to me is both delightful and horrible at the same time. He makes me feel passionate, yet the barrier between our flesh suffocates that passion and causes my hips to twist, forcing me out of bed. Ideally, I’d wrap my legs over his neck so that I could get even closer to his lips. His massive erection at my folds is just what I’ve been looking for. I’m eager to bury him as deeply as I can within myself. His massive arms are restraining my hips to the bed, and I have no intention of getting out of here. As his tongue touches the tip of my most sensitive bud, I’m ready to beg him to rip these soaking wet panties off of my swollen thighs.

I engage in persuasion.

As the sound of my own pleading voice begins to register in my thoughts, he groans and giggles a little more. I am stretched wide by Sebastian, who places his hands on the insides of my knees, never allowing his mouth to leave the center of my body. He grabs one side of my underwear and tears it away from me, flinging the tattered pieces of cloth away from the bed, just as I’m about to pass out from desperation, he does it. As he attaches his lips over my exposed clit, he raises his eyes to mine, his eyes bulging with heat. In pleasure, my eyelids close, yet my euphoria is short-lived. It takes far too little time for the warmth of his touch to leave my skin, prompting me to divert my gaze back to him.

"Don’t close your eyes," he says as he exhales. "When I force you to come, I have to see the look in your eyes," he said. I’d like to know who it is that is driving your body to the breaking point."

"Mmmm," I mumble to myself.

In long, circular strokes that push me closer to erotic insanity, he glides his tongue down one side of my folds and up the other, tasting my wet center as he keeps his eyes focused on me for my reaction. When he notices my swollen, sensitive bud, I can’t keep the whimper that escapes my lips from coming out. As he flattens his tongue and flicks the tip, he buries two large fingers deep within his mouth.

The greatest climax of my life has enveloped me in a state of euphoria unlike any I’ve ever known. "Oh Goodness," I shout.

My legs begin to quiver as a result of this. As soon as I let go of all control and succumbed to the moment, sparks burst from beneath my lower abdomen.

When I look around, I don’t see anything in front of me, even if my eyes are open. The only thing that can be seen is white light and dots of every hue while he finger-fucks me and prolongs my orgasm beyond anything I’ve ever experienced before. In time with his skillful digits and quick tongue, I grind my hips in an attempt to prolong the moment until I’m weary and unable to move another inch further.