Married To The Billionaire Alpha King-Chapter 61 - Do you… want this

61

~Janae’s POV

I wasn’t planning for it. Honestly, I wasn’t. But somehow, that night, after all the laughter, teasing, and the way the arcade lights had flickered over his face, I found myself standing outside David’s door. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it.

I hesitated, hand hovering over the handle, breathing shaky. "David... you awake?" I called softly. My voice sounded small, almost stupid in the quiet room.

"Come in," he replied, calm and low, like he’d been expecting me.

I pushed the door open slowly, my nerves twisting in my stomach. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, phone in hand, scrolling, or at least pretending to. When he saw me, his expression softened, a small smile playing at his lips, like he was trying to make the world feel easier just by looking at me.

"You okay?" he asked, setting his phone aside, eyes locking onto mine.

I swallowed, trying to steady my voice. "Yeah... I just... couldn’t sleep." My hands fidgeted nervously with the hem of my shirt, twisting the fabric without realizing it. I tried to sound casual, but I knew I was failing spectacularly.

He patted the bed next to him, an invitation I couldn’t resist. "Sit," he said gently.

I did, feeling the mattress dip under me. Being this close, just sitting next to him, made my stomach flutter. My chest was tight, my pulse racing, and every nerve in my body felt alive.

"Janae..." he murmured, leaning just slightly closer. "You’ve been staring at me all day."

I froze. "I... have not!" I blurted, then immediately realized how ridiculous I sounded. I laughed nervously, trying to cover my panic. "Okay... maybe I have a little."

He smiled faintly, just a little, and leaned closer. "It’s okay. I don’t mind."

I felt my stomach twist. There was something in the way he said it, calm and steady, like he was grounding me without even trying. His presence alone was enough to make my nerves settle, though at the same time, I was aware of every single beat of my heart.

And then, without another word, he brushed a strand of hair from my face. His fingers lingered on my cheek, warm and gentle, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. "David..." I whispered, my voice barely audible.

He leaned closer, his eyes soft, studying mine. "Yeah?"

"I..." My words caught in my throat. I didn’t know what to say. My chest was tight, my hands trembling slightly. "I don’t know..."

He didn’t answer. He just leaned in slowly, and his lips met mine. The kiss was soft, tentative, as if we were both testing the waters. My body stiffened at first, unsure, then slowly I leaned into him. My hands found his shoulders, gripping lightly, hesitant but seeking connection.

The kiss deepened, still gentle, exploratory. It wasn’t rushed, not urgent, just this quiet, intimate feeling that made my chest ache in the best possible way. I felt him smile against my lips, and the warmth from him spread through me like sunlight.

"Relax," he murmured softly against my mouth. "I’m not going anywhere."

I laughed quietly into the kiss, a soft, breathless sound that surprised even me. His calmness melted some of my nervous tension, replacing it with a thrilling warmth that made my fingers tingle.

My hands slid into his hair, tangling slightly, and I could feel him groan softly against me. It was low and deep, almost like a warning, almost like a promise, and my pulse jumped.

"Careful," he whispered, his lips brushing mine. "You’re making me crazy."

"Good," I said, pulling him closer, letting the kiss deepen even more. My heart was racing, my entire body awake in a way it hadn’t been before.

We pulled back for air, both of us breathing hard. His forehead pressed to mine. "Janae..."

"I know," I said, breathless. "Me too."

And then, we didn’t stop. We kissed again, more urgent this time, hands roaming slightly, the kind of kissing that made every thought vanish. I felt like I was the only person in the world, right there, in his arms.

Eventually, we settled into a comfortable, warm tangle of arms and legs, laughing softly in between kisses, whispering each other’s names. Every touch, every brush of skin sent little sparks through me.

"Do you... want this?" he asked softly, his lips brushing my ear.

"I... I do," I admitted, though my voice trembled a little.

He smiled, pressing a soft kiss to my temple. "Me too."

David pressed close to me, his warmth sending shivers down my spine. Our lips met with a fire I couldn’t contain again, and I gasped into the kiss, clutching him tightly. Every brush of his hand against mine, every gentle tug, made my heart race.

"Janae..." he murmured against my lips, and I felt my knees weaken.

He held me close, forehead resting against mine, breathing mingling with mine. I could feel his pulse, strong and steady, matching my own quickening heartbeat. Every movement, every touch, was electric, pulling us closer together as if nothing else in the world existed.

I wrapped my arms around him, leaning into his warmth. He smiled against my cheek, brushing my hair back, and whispered, "I could stay like this forever."

"I don’t want this to end either," I whispered back, my voice soft but full of feeling.

My gasp only opened me further, and he devoured it, lips rough, tongue demanding. My hands flew to his chest, meaning to push, but the rapid thrum of his heartbeat pulled me in. I gripped tighter, dragging him closer.

"David..." I breathed, but he swallowed the word in another hungry kiss. He pushed me back onto the bed, his weight pressing me down, solid and overwhelming, heat rushing through me. His hands traced fire along my sides, sliding over the thin fabric of my clothes, gripping as if he couldn’t stand the barrier between us.

I arched against him without thinking, my body betraying every hidden desire. His mouth closed over my breast, sucking and biting until I gasped. Then he pushed lower, parting my legs. His fingers slid inside me, into my pussy, first one, then two, working me until I was shaking and clawing at him, desperate for more. I pulled him closer.

I watched as he was ready to dance to my tune, brought his penis up for me to see, and I watched as he was about to thrust into me.

"We should use protection, David."

He smiled, and to my surprise, he brought one out of his bag. He used it, and then he slid into my wet pussy.

"Fuck!" I moaned. He was slow at first, deep, making me hold on tight. Then he drove harder, faster, each thrust breaking a cry from my lips. My nails dug into his back as he groaned against my neck. The pace built, rough and relentless.

My legs locked around him, sweat sliding between us, our bodies crashing together until nothing else existed. The sound of our bodies filled the room, skin against skin, breathless cries, ragged groans.

Finally, we both cum, and I couldn’t believe what just happened. He lingered against me, chest heaving, lips brushing a slow kiss across my temple. Then he pulled back, grinning, voice low and rough.