One Weekend with the Billionaire Chapter 26

*Julia*

My lungs heave as I try to recover from the wondrous sensations Braxton has sent throughout my body, all with the power of his amazing tongue. I lay on my back, staring up at his handsome, smiling face, still wondering how I have gotten so lucky, and this amazing man has decided that he wants me for his own--at least for now.

I can’t think about anything beyond this weekend. Not at the moment anyway. Right now, all I can think about is how good this feels, all of it. Braxton knows how to make my body feel better than I ever imagined possible, but he also knows how to make me feel important, empowered, and treasured.

As I regain control of my breathing, he drags his hand down my side. “Are you ready for more?” he asks in a husky voice. I find myself nodding before the thought registers consciously. My body responds to him in ways I cannot describe. I have already given him permission to ask anything of me, and I know I will do whatever he asks of me because he understands what I will enjoy better than I do.

I feel a little odd as Braxton guides me up on my knees, turning over so that my bottom is in the air and I am braced against a stack of pillows. Jeff does like to take me from behind sometimes, but that is different. He bends me over in the kitchen or the bathroom, and I have to grasp the table or the counter for dear life. I can tell already, as Braxton moves behind me, that this will be different, but I do feel submissive, and I’m not sure I like that.

Braxton’s hard cock is poised at my entryway, but he doesn’t press in, not yet. I am wet and ready for him, my pussy beginning to ache again, as if the work his tongue did only moments ago has already faded from my muscle memory. I feel his light touch on my hips as he says, “When done properly, this position can be most satisfying for a woman because it allows deep penetration. But if at any point you feel uncomfortable or you want me to stop, just say the word, sweet Julia.”

I open my mouth to respond, but all that comes out is a staggered breath and a small sigh. He chuckles, a low, rough rumble and then leans down and kisses the middle of my back. It is a small gesture, but one that lets me know he cares for me.

I feel his fingers first as he gently explores my outer folds and then slides inside of me. I imagine he’s checking to see if I am ready to take all of him in. I am so wet, I can practically feel my juices dripping from between my open legs. Braxton gives a satisfied grunt, and I turn my head to look over my shoulder. He takes his fingers from inside of me and sucks my essence off of them. The expression on his face is one of a man savoring a gourmet meal. His eyes roll back and he smiles, taking a deep breath.

As his hand comes back to my hip, I look away, a smile on my face as my cheeks pink. The idea that I taste so delectable to him that he wants to lap up every drop of my juice is almost incomprehensible to me, but I am already soaring among the clouds, and he hasn’t even entered me yet.

I feel the tip of his manhood again at my entryway. He pushes in slightly, and my body comes to life again. My muscles react to his presence, contracting and loosening, as if my pussy is trying to suck him deep inside. As he pushes further, I relax the best I can, ready for him to send me back to those places I visited earlier, that fuzzy reality where everything is bliss, and my body feels incredible.

Braxton gently glides all the way into me. He is right. I am able to get even more of him deep inside of me this way. I can feel him stretching me in places where I’ve never felt anything before. As he begins to set a rhythm of thrusting in and pulling back out over and over, I can’t help but moan in delight. He is hitting me in all of the right places, his pace perfect, and I feel myself slipping over the edge again.

Even the feel of his testicles as they pat against my mound is a sensation that brings me pleasure. As he increases his rate and my breathing turns to panting, I focus on the feel of his firm hands on my hips. He caresses my skin and tells me how good I feel, how he wants to stay inside of me forever. I want him to stay there, too, especially when I hit my peak, and my body curls around his thick shaft, tightening and clouding my mind with fireworks and my own ethereal cries.

Braxton doesn’t finish right away. In fact, he keeps me there, in that strange land of foggy daydreams, for so long, I’m not sure how air is entering and exiting my lungs. All I can think of is him and the enormous amount of pleasure his magnificent body has created in me.

When he finally finishes with a satisfied grunt or two, he collapses on the bed next to me and pulls me directly into his arms. I am slowly coming back from the clouds, beginning to register my body again as my cheek presses against his cheek.

“Are you all right, love?” he says in a husky whisper.

I cannot speak yet, so I nod, hoping he can feel my head movement and know that I am. He pulls a cover around us, but I am warm enough in his embrace. I feel like a different person, like I had no idea how much of myself I was missing until Braxton introduced me to all of the things my body could do when paired with another human being who found purpose in sharing pleasure with others.

I’ve only been with a taker up until now. As my mind becomes clearer, and I am able to consider my situation, it becomes obvious to me that Jeff has never cared to make me feel this way because he only wanted whatever he could take from me, not to share anything with me, certainly not something that would benefit me but not him. Granted, Braxton seemed to be enjoying this, too, but this was for me, as was the bit before when he sent me into a tailspin with only his tongue. My husband would’ve never considered what I wanted in bed, much less given it to me.

It isn’t just the bedroom where Jeff was a taker, though. Jeff takes whatever he can from me in every aspect of our life together. I am the one who makes sure he has everything he needs--from food to sex to clean clothes. And what does he ever give to me? He would argue a roof over my head. Food to cook. An apartment to clean. But… a person isn’t supposed to live to take care of another person solely without getting anything in return except for to exist, is she?

I am beginning to realize there is much more to life than merely being alive, that while I have spent the last two years doing my best to provide everything Jeff wants, everything he needs, he has been neglecting to do anything at all for me. I wouldn’t have considered doing anything to change it before I met Braxton because I didn’t think I was worth anything more than the meager existence Jeff was giving me. But now, lying in the arms of this wonderful, caring, loving man, I realize that I was worth it--I am worth it.

And it is time for a change.

Even if Braxton decides I am not what he thought I was. If this is all a billionaire’s fling, a challenge he wanted to see if he could accomplish, I cannot--I will not--go back to the life I was living before. Jeff will just have to find a way to accept that.

If Jeff is even in my life anymore after this. Maybe he won’t be. Maybe Braxton won’t want to be either, but it is time that I begin to live my life as if I matter. Because I do.