CHAPTEREIGHT
“This is my girlfriend, Dee.” -Walt, introducing me to Cris (Charmed by the Billionaire)
Dee
“Beautiful.” He runs his fingers over the swells of my breasts. Still not big by any imagining, but rounder than they used to be. He traces the tattoo roping my left arm, drawing a line down the intricate design. He used to do that whenever we were naked together. Another thing I missed, and yeah, I wrote that on a Post-It note too.
He takes off his jacket and tosses it aside. He goes for my pants next. As he’s moving them down my legs, he pauses, eye to eye with black lace panties. He sends me a warning glare from beneath a thick swath of dark lashes that says he likes what he’s found. There’s a heart tattoo on the inside of my thigh. He kisses it. My legs quiver.
He tucks one finger beneath the garter belt, snapping the elastic and stinging my flesh. Heat gathers between my legs. Walt in person is no match for Walt over text. I’m in for a treat if he keeps his word. I want everything he promised in the driveway, and he knows it.
He makes short work of my boots and socks, leaving me wearing thigh-high black leggings and lacy lingerie. My hair’s lost some of its bounce, so I scrunch the weighted curls to try and freshen them up. He doesn’t seem to notice the condition of my hair. He stands to his full height. A shiver works its way over my shoulders as I anticipate the glorious moment I am once again skin to skin with the man I love.
Instead of kissing me, he reaches past me. The next thing I know, the lights I strung on the tree are in his hand. He leads me down a hallway to the first door on the left. A bedroom.
His bedroom.
The bed is, unsurprisingly, unmade. Given the fresh laundry scent of his white sheets, though, they’re clean. The pillows are this way and that, the blankets twisted.
“Do you sleep on the whole thing at once?” I joke.
“Yeah. No one to share it with.” He tosses the lights onto the bedsheets and unbuckles his belt. My mouth goes dry as I watch the leather snake through the loops. He pops open the stud of his jeans and pulls the zipper down, revealing a tented pair of black boxer briefs. The material is stretched to capacity, a darkening dot signifying I’m not the only one ready to go.
I swallow thickly. I swear I might faint.
“Is there a Post-It note in there about every part of me, Dee?” he teases.
Eager, I cup his erection. Stroke him up and down as I look into his eyes. “Yeah. A few of them. I missed your big, hard cock almost as much as the rest of you.”
He sucks air through his teeth, loving the dirty talk. He grabs the lights and wraps them loosely around my shoulders. He leaves my arms free but winds the strands around my waist. Done with his work, he walks me backward until we’re near the wall. And then, he plugs me in.
Bright blue lights glow from around my limbs and torso. Bright blue and a lot of black, sexy lingerie I bought for this occasion.
“I love the Post-Its,” he tells me, cupping my sex and applying the perfect amount of pressure to my throbbing pussy. “But you make a better present.”
“I didn’t know”—I pause to gasp when he slips his fingers beneath the material and tickles my silky flesh—“if you’d still want me.”
“Hmm. How can I convince you?” He pretends to consider before he answers his own question. “How about I lick you here…” He thumbs my clit, and a jolt of pure pleasure shocks me. “And you come on my tongue? Sound good?”
It sounds phenomenal, but I can’t remember how to work my own tongue at the moment. I nod, mute.
He gingerly lays me on the bed, shifting a bulb here and there until I’m comfortable. Pulling back the cups of my bra, he suckles one nipple into his mouth and then the other. I whimper, so wet and ready I’m sure I’ll embarrass myself. Has anyone ever come on contact with his fantastic mouth? I might.
By the time he’s peeled the panties down my legs and rested my knees over his shoulders, coming the second his tongue touches me becomes a very real possibility.
“Don’t worry, baby,” he promises as he parts my slick flesh and administers that first luscious lick. “I’ll be down here a while to make up for lost time. Come as often as you like.”