One Weekend with the Billionaire Chapter 74

*Julia*

I never expected our conversation to be so brief, but the moment Braxton’s lips are on mine, I no longer care about anything other than his touch. I thought for sure he’d want to talk more about the conversation that I had with Jeff earlier on the telephone. I can tell that it bothers Braxton that I spoke to him, but he doesn’t want to know anything more.

Either that, or maybe he just can’t think about anything else since he’s kissing me like he hasn’t held me in his arms for ages.

I’m not complaining, though. I move to him, straddling him beneath the warm water. I press myself to him as the kiss deepens. I can feel his hardness growing against me, and an ache forms within me as I long to have him inside of me.

Braxton is taking his time, kissing a trail down my neck, leaving little bursts of electricity within me everywhere his mouth touches me. His hands slip up inside of my bikini top as he finds my nipples and gently tugs on them. I moan, my neck vibrating against his mouth as he is working his way to my hardened peaks. He takes one in his mouth and continues to work the other one to life with his other hand. I am bumping and grinding against him, my pulse quickening. The heat from the water isn’t the only reason my flesh is red, and beads of sweat dot my forehead. Braxton’s tongue swirls around my nipple. He flicks it gently and then more forcefully. My moan becomes a breathless growl as he begins to suck with a purpose. I lower my head and take his earlobe between my teeth, nipping and running my tongue around his ear. Braxton grunts, and I hope I am giving him as much pleasure as he is giving me.

He switches breasts, taking a second to untie my blue bikini top and drop it into the water. I kiss him quickly and then he begins to suck my other tit, hard. It feels so good, I can hardly stand it. I need him inside of me. I want to reach between us and pull his dick out of the top of his swim trunks, but he isn’t finished with my breast yet, and the ripples of pleasure it’s sending through me, I can’t imagine telling him to stop.

Eventually, Braxton can’t wait any longer either. He slips his hands inside the band of my bikini bottoms and pulls them down. I have to get off of him for a second so that he can remove my bottoms and wiggle out of his own trunks. I keep my hands on his chest, kissing his neck, while he takes them off. I can’t be without him. I have to be touching him. Once we’re both naked, he sits back down and pulls me on top of him.

I take him all the way in as I sit on his lap. The ache inside of me is satiated as he thrusts deeper and deeper, the water sloshing and moving around us. I flatten my knees against the bench to take him in deeper, grunting against his neck with the effort it’s taking both of us to mold our two bodies into one. His hands cup my ass and pull me even closer as our pace increases. I have to lift my face to the sky to suck in enough air as I hit my climax and wave after wave of pleasure thunders through my body. I am shrieking so loudly, I wouldn't be surprised if the help doesn’t come out to see if I’m okay, but at this point, I don’t even care. I am lost to the world with this wonderful man inside of me.

Braxton tightens up beneath me and grunts a few times, and I know it’s almost over. I don’t want it to be. Not yet. Even though he has completely satisfied me, I want to stay in this moment forever. As he fills me with his essence, I begin to come back down to earth, struggling to catch my breath as I rest my forehead against his.

He is also panting, but as soon as the two of us begin to recover our ability to breathe, he kisses me, long and hard, deep and meaningful. I can’t think about Jeff or anyone else right now. I am not worried about the future or concerned about the past. This moment is all that matters, and in this moment, I am Braxton’s, and he is mine.