One Weekend with the Billionaire Chapter 44

*Julia*

My hands are shaking. I am trying desperately to unbutton Braxton’s shirt, to take his clothes off so I can feel him inside of me, but my hands are trembling so badly, I’m having a hell of a time with it.

He doesn’t seem to notice, only goes about taking my clothes off of me, kissing me deeply, his mouth devouring mine, trailing down my exposed neck. I want him so badly, I’m afraid I may never get his clothing off of him.

Eventually, I work his shirt off and then take a step backward, naked myself now, leaving his pants and underclothes to him. He makes short work of all of it, and then, when we are both completely bare, he moves back to me, scooping me into his arms and falling with me onto his bed.

I cannot get my legs apart fast enough. I want him so badly, the ache inside of me is all consuming, like a fire raging in a building full of kindling, I burn for him. He understands my need and pushes inside of me immediately. I am slick with my own juices, and he has no problem filling me completely. I moan, tossing my head back as my arms wrap around his muscular torso. He is keeping up a frantic pace, and I find myself panting, lifting my hips in time to each of his pulsating thrusts.

He grinds against me, hitting me in all of the right places as his mouth caresses my breasts. I am lost to the world within the first five minutes, the noises falling from my lips unrecognizable even to me as he takes me far away from reality.

Every stroke of Braxton’s magnificent cock sends me reeling. As he continues to probe deeper and deeper inside of me, I do my best to concentrate on every sensation he sends through my body. I realize that my time with Braxton is coming to an end, and while I cannot take him with me when I leave here, I will have my memories of how I feel, of how he holds me, of how my body responds to his. I want to make sure that the feelings I am experiencing now are with me for the rest of my life.

When Braxton finishes, he stays inside of me for a while, gazing down into my eyes, kissing me softly on the lips, the cheeks, the side of my head. I love the feel of his arms around me. Even when he pulls out of me, I hold onto his arms, not wanting to feel him let go.

He slides with me to the top of the bed and beneath the covers, all in one fluid motion without ever leaving me without his touch. I am nestled against his chest, my arms draped around him, my legs curled and snuggled against his hip. I don’t want that to be the last time he takes me. I want more of him, but I need to catch my breath. I need to let him know just how much he means to me, but I am afraid I may never have the words.

With his arms around me, Braxton strokes my hair back from my face and looks into my eyes. “I love you so much, Julia. More than anything. I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”

I am not sure what to say because I do not belong to him; he may well have to spend the rest of his life without me. I can’t address that now, though. All I can say is, “I love you, too.”

Braxton kisses my forehead and then slowly runs his hand along my side. I can tell by the feel of his manhood stiffening against my leg that he wants to make love to me again, and I want him, too. I will let him make love to me as many times as he wants to this night because it is the only night we are guaranteed.