Dating A British Billionaire (BWWM Romance) by Tasha Jones, BWWM Crew
Authors: Tasha Jones, BWWM Crew
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hands resting on my waist as he kissed me, his scruff scratching against my cheek. I leaned into him, arching my back and holding on to him like my life depended on it. As we stood there snuggling in my kitchen, it felt as if we no longer existed as two different people. I felt just as much him as I did myself. He pried my lips open with his tongue. I felt the sharp, hard muscle in my mouth, urging me on. We somehow managed to work our way down my short hallway and into my living room. As soon as our feet hit the Persian rug I had picked up at a thrift shop in Camden, he grabbed my thighs and hoisted me up.
I was more a part of him than ever. I was literally flying, impervious to gravity, to pain. I trusted him with every fiber of my being, with every neuron in my mind. How could he betray me? How could he hurt me? We were one and the same and nothing, absolutely nothing, could diminish what we had. With the power of a lion, but the grace of a gazelle, he managed to lower himself onto the couch and me onto him. A little voice in the back of my head silently thanked God that I had not gone with the floor length gown that I had been pondering all afternoon.
He was the most comfortable seat I had ever sat in and looking down at him, he looked the most vulnerable, yet powerful that I had ever seen him. His eyes glistened in the moonlight and his mouth, framed by the stubble of his growing beard hung slightly ajar, as if he meant to drink me in through the air. “I love you too,” He replied.
I could smell the after-dinner liquor on his breath and it only made me want him more. I leaned down and kissed him, my skin practically melting at his touch as his hands explored every part of my body. I could feel his fingers tracing my every rib, before moving on to the folds of cloth that covered my waist. He fiddled with my dress before simply slipping his hands under it. I wrapped my legs tightly around him and clutched at his thick head of hair.
His kisses travelled from my lips to my jaw and down my neck. My eyes flashed wide open at the sensation of his lips suckling my skin. I could feel the warmth of his breath and his decisive tongue in there somewhere, tracing circles all over my neck.
I grabbed a chunk of his hair and drew his head back, pressing my own lips against the taut skin. I could almost feel him shuddering beneath me. His hands, which remained wrapped around my waist, grew softer, becoming mere whispers as I began to feel a distinctive hardening beneath me. I rubbed against his bulge, the wetness between my own legs seeping through the dress.
In one swift movement, he ripped the straps of my dress off of my shoulders, letting them slowly fall down my arms. He pressed his nose against my shoulder, taking a huge whiff of me. I completely wrapped myself around him, as tightly as I could. As close as possible wasn’t close enough. In the next moment, I could feel his lips on my chest. He massaged me there, his fingers flicking me, driving me mad with desire.
I drew his head back, smothering him with a kiss. My fingers worked quickly to unbutton him, my hands pressing inside of his smooth Gucci shirt to the hairy chest underneath. He bit his lip as he squeezed my bum, the painful pleasure ringing through my muscles. “This couch is great,” he said as his lips found their way back to my neck. I was squirming under his touch, my nerves standing on end from the mere sensation of it all. “But do you have a bed?”
I giggled at this, glancing down at him as his head dipped back to my chest. “Of course I have a bedroom, Ed,” I muttered.
“Wonderful.” With that, he grabbed my legs, standing up again with me in his arms and carried me across the parlor and down the hall.
“Do you even know where you are going?” I asked, the second time we stumbled into a wall.
“I am a master at special reasoning.”
I giggled at this as he finally succeeded in getting us
I was more a part of him than ever. I was literally flying, impervious to gravity, to pain. I trusted him with every fiber of my being, with every neuron in my mind. How could he betray me? How could he hurt me? We were one and the same and nothing, absolutely nothing, could diminish what we had. With the power of a lion, but the grace of a gazelle, he managed to lower himself onto the couch and me onto him. A little voice in the back of my head silently thanked God that I had not gone with the floor length gown that I had been pondering all afternoon.
He was the most comfortable seat I had ever sat in and looking down at him, he looked the most vulnerable, yet powerful that I had ever seen him. His eyes glistened in the moonlight and his mouth, framed by the stubble of his growing beard hung slightly ajar, as if he meant to drink me in through the air. “I love you too,” He replied.
I could smell the after-dinner liquor on his breath and it only made me want him more. I leaned down and kissed him, my skin practically melting at his touch as his hands explored every part of my body. I could feel his fingers tracing my every rib, before moving on to the folds of cloth that covered my waist. He fiddled with my dress before simply slipping his hands under it. I wrapped my legs tightly around him and clutched at his thick head of hair.
His kisses travelled from my lips to my jaw and down my neck. My eyes flashed wide open at the sensation of his lips suckling my skin. I could feel the warmth of his breath and his decisive tongue in there somewhere, tracing circles all over my neck.
I grabbed a chunk of his hair and drew his head back, pressing my own lips against the taut skin. I could almost feel him shuddering beneath me. His hands, which remained wrapped around my waist, grew softer, becoming mere whispers as I began to feel a distinctive hardening beneath me. I rubbed against his bulge, the wetness between my own legs seeping through the dress.
In one swift movement, he ripped the straps of my dress off of my shoulders, letting them slowly fall down my arms. He pressed his nose against my shoulder, taking a huge whiff of me. I completely wrapped myself around him, as tightly as I could. As close as possible wasn’t close enough. In the next moment, I could feel his lips on my chest. He massaged me there, his fingers flicking me, driving me mad with desire.
I drew his head back, smothering him with a kiss. My fingers worked quickly to unbutton him, my hands pressing inside of his smooth Gucci shirt to the hairy chest underneath. He bit his lip as he squeezed my bum, the painful pleasure ringing through my muscles. “This couch is great,” he said as his lips found their way back to my neck. I was squirming under his touch, my nerves standing on end from the mere sensation of it all. “But do you have a bed?”
I giggled at this, glancing down at him as his head dipped back to my chest. “Of course I have a bedroom, Ed,” I muttered.
“Wonderful.” With that, he grabbed my legs, standing up again with me in his arms and carried me across the parlor and down the hall.
“Do you even know where you are going?” I asked, the second time we stumbled into a wall.
“I am a master at special reasoning.”
I giggled at this as he finally succeeded in getting us
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