One Weekend with the Billionaire Chapter 78

*Julia*

Braxton leads me to the bedroom. I am nervous, sort of like I was the first night we were together, but I trust him. I know, whatever it is he wants to do in here, I will enjoy it beyond anything I can comprehend.

Once we are in the bedroom, Braxton lights some candles while I stand at the foot of the bed. His lips meet mine as he takes my clothing off, his hands roaming all around my body, lighting my skin on fire everywhere he touches me.

“Lie down on the bed,” Braxton says softly.

I raise an eyebrow, not sure what he wants me to do, but I crawl into the middle of the bed and lie on my back. Braxton opens his nightstand drawer and pulls out a black mask. He slips it on to cover my eyes and kisses me sweetly.

The next thing I know, my hands and legs are restrained. I am a little nervous because I’ve never done anything like this before, but I trust Braxton completely.

My arms are bound above my head, together, but my legs are spread wide. I have enough room to lift my legs if I want to, but when Braxton settles between my legs, I don’t want to put them together at all. His breath is warm on my deepest, most exposed parts, and the apprehension of him preparing to lick me has me panting, but he makes me wait. I lift my hips, wanting him to kiss me, to touch me. I hear a low chuckle from the back of Braxton’s throat, and I know he is enjoying himself as well.

It isn’t his tongue that I feel on me, though. It’s something else, something plastic. “Have you ever used a vibrator like this one before?” he asks me as he slides something on my most sensitive nub. It surrounds me, and already, just from him touching me there, I feel a wave of pleasure wash through me.

“No,” I say, but then, I’ve never used a vibrator before at all. I don’t tell him that. Until I met him, I had no idea there was even any point in using one because I just didn’t think sex was pleasurable for me.

Braxton has already shown me I was wrong about that.

He’s about to show me I was wrong about vibrators, too.

He presses a button, and the next thing I know, my body is awash with euphoria as the vibrator sends me over the edge almost immediately. I can’t help but buck my hips. It feels so good, but I can’t quite handle all of the pleasure that’s pulsing through me immediately, all at once.

Again, I feel Braxton’s hands on me, as he pushes my hips down. “Calm down, baby,” he says softly. “Enjoy it.”

I can’t speak. I have hit my peek and then some. All I can do is moan, an ethereal, haunted sound that fills the bedroom. When I feel his tongue probing me, along with the vibrator, I am lost to the world. I lift my hips as high as I can, but he is holding me down.

Braxton spends a few minutes probing me with his tongue, and then he moves up to my nipples. They are as hard as rocks. His tongue flicks against them as I continue to cry out. I’m not sure how long I’ve been at this level, but it has to be going on ten minutes now, and I can hardly suck air into my lungs. When he finally removes the vibrator, I don’t get a chance to catch my breath before he is inside of me, grinding against my nub that’s aflame from the vibrator. I can’t get enough of him, and he keeps me so far gone, out of my mind with wave after wave of pleasure, all I can do is leave my mouth hanging open as I try to suck in air.

It doesn’t take Braxton long until he joins me, filling me with his essence before he collapses next to me on the bed. Even then, I can’t draw a breath in for several minutes.

Braxton unties me, and I curl up next to him, my head on his chest. He kisses me lightly on the top of the head, takes the blindfold off, and kisses my lips. “Are you all right?” he asks me.

I am beginning to catch my breath again, “Yes, I’m okay,” I say, but my voice still doesn’t sound like it should. It’s still high-pitched and breathy.

Braxton pulls the blanket over us and cradles me. “Did you enjoy that?” he asks me.

“Yes,” I tell him. I did. It was amazing, something I can’t even describe in words. I’ve never felt like that in my whole life.

Braxton kisses me again and whispers, “I love you, Julia.”

“I love you, too,” I say, and then my eyes are heavy, and I know I am about to fall asleep and will probably sleep like a log after wave after wave of euphoria has sent me to places I’ve never been before. I hope to return there again soon, though, as long as Braxton is willing to take me there.