One Weekend with the Billionaire Chapter 42

*Julisa*

I can’t remember the last time I was in a hot tub. It is a cool spring evening, and the warmth radiating from the bubbling water feels good on my skin. Braxton feels even better on my skin as his hands explore me through the thin fabric of my bathing suit.

I’ve wanted him all day. Ever since I was able to get my mind off of the future while we sat in the garden, I’ve been craving his touch. We’ve stolen kisses, shared a few caresses, but for the most part, we’ve spent our day getting to know one another. Chatting about our families, our lives, our futures. Not one future together, mind you, but futures nonetheless. Now that we have moved into the hot tub together, the shade of a thousand plants and an awning protecting us from a direct view from the house, I know exactly what his intentions are, and mine are the same. I want him inside of me.

He begins by kissing me deeply, his tongue dancing around with mine, swirling, exploring, probing. My hands are on his wet, chiseled chest, but as the kiss intensifies, I drop them. I can feel his throbbing, rock hard cock through his swim trunks and long to free it. When he begins to tug my wet swimsuit down off of my shoulders, my breasts coming free and ready for his touch, I can’t help but slide my fingers inside of his waistband and move his shorts lower.

It takes both sets of hands to get our wet, clingy clothing off, but soon enough, we are naked together, the bubbles heightening our senses as they meet our most sensitive places. Braxton pulls me on top of him so that I am straddling him where he sits on one of the benches. I don’t care that my knees are pressed to the pebbled surface. His mouth takes in a nipple, and he sucks me, hard, his hands on my hips, cupping my bottom, drawing me closer to him.

I can’t handle waiting anymore, so I lift myself and reach down to guide him inside of me. The moment his shaft fills the emptiness between my legs, I am alive again. I am whole. We move together, the jets of the hot tub hiding the furious splashing the rhythm of our hips pounding together creates beneath the surface of the water. My mouth is locked on him almost as tightly as my legs squeeze his muscular hips. I don’t know how many more chances I will have to experience this, so I want to make the most of it. Once I return to Jeff, there will be no more love making, only lying in bed while my husband does… whatever he wants.

Braxton guides me along, creating long, even strokes. He is buried so deeply inside of me, I feel like we are one creature now, a beautiful monster with two heads. I would wrap myself around him and meld into him if that were possible.

It isn’t, though. As I come undone, panting and writhing on top of him, calling his name and cursing, blessing him and praising his performance as I simultaneously lose all conscious thought, I know that we must come apart eventually, that I cannot stay here, a tangled mess of limbs intertwined to create one soul.

His coming is the conclusion of the product we have created together. Once he’s filled me with his essence, and his body is still again, it is time for us to part. We will get out, dry off, wrap ourselves in towels, go have a proper shower, dress, have dinner, and possibly end up in each other’s arms one more time tonight. If I am lucky, we might even be together again tomorrow morning before he returns me to the real world, the one where we cannot be together.

I feel tears filling my eyes as I rest my head on his shoulder, our breathing returning to normal as the bubbles continue to surround us.

Braxton brushes back my hair. “Julia, are you okay?” he whispers, possibly thinking he has hurt me.

My knees will probably be sore later, but I can’t feel any outside pain now. I am only focused on the agony I am beginning to feel inside as the realization that this is all ending hits me in the gut once more. I nod though. “I’m fine.”

He doesn’t believe me, and he shouldn’t. He holds me tightly in his arms. Kisses my cheek, my neck. “Julia, sweetheart,” he whispers. “God, I love you so much.”

I believe him. It’s not the first time he has said it, and even though I’m not sure how it’s possible, I know that it’s true.

What’s even more surprising is when I say to him, “I love you, too.”