Sexual Healin': A BWWM Billionaire Romance (4 page)

She slid her fingers over his body and touched his arousal, moving the tips of her fingers up and down the shaft of it, massaging it and making him close his eyes and gasp loudly.

His hand moved to hers in a moment and he held his hand over hers as she stroked him, shyly at first and then with increasing need.

"Touch me..." he whispered hoarsely. “Please... "

She closed her fingers tightly around him and began to massage his erection in earnest, and he began to move with her hand, arching himself against it. The move by him, the inherent need in him for contact and release, and for her, ignited her and turned her on, and she began to move her fingers more swiftly. Then she surprised herself and him, bent over him and ran the tip of her tongue around his tip, and he moaned hungrily in desire.

Her mouth closed fully around him and she began to suck on him with determination, as he slipped his fingers into her hair and pull her mouth further down on him, moving into her mouth with his rhythmic swaying. He groaned in pleasure, but then as he became more and more excited, he pushed her head back and sat up anxiously.

She stood up and looked at him in surprise. "What is it?" she asked him, worried she might have gone too far.

"I need more. So much more of you."  He slipped his hands around her face and pulled her to him, kissing her mouth softly at first, exploring it, tasting it and feeling it against his own.

He felt like the desert in a monsoon rain, after a century of drought. As soon as his tongue touched hers, and his mouth engulfed her mouth, she knew that the crush she had on him had been founded on a chemistry she could never have measured.

All the time they had spent together, all of the massages, all of the touching, all of the talking and laughing and sharing all came together and she felt as if she had been torched with a bonfire that was engulfing her from the inside.

He moved his mouth from hers down her neck to her chest, where he hesitated only a moment to look at her and say, "Make love with me... please...."

"Yes!" she whispered in need to him. "Yes... please..." she echoed him, and in moments, his hands were moving over her clothes, peeling them off her and dropping them onto the floor. He stared at her body as it came to light before him; her full rounded breasts and solid dark nipples straining out for his touch, her little belly and the curve of her hips, which were just the right arc leading down to her long legs.

He stood up and pulled the cover from him, and they were nude before each other for the first time. He let his hands reach for her and travel over her, feeling and exploring every part of her.

He smiled wryly and said, "I've always wondered what you looked like... it's just natural I guess, to wonder about that when a woman as beautiful as you are is rubbing her hands all over your naked body."

Kyle shook his head. "I never did you a bit of justice, not in my wildest imagination did I see you looking this stunning. You are so much more beautiful than my best fantasies about you."

He looked at her with an insatiable hunger. "Come here. I need you. I need all of you." He pulled her tightly to him, kissing her hard and soft, as if she was his oxygen. He reached down between her legs with his fingers and touched her gently. He moved his fingertips back and forth over her until she moaned and sighed loudly, and the sound of her pleasure made him hotter than he had ever been.

"Come for me... come for me!" he whispered to her urgently.

At the voice of his request, she tilted her head back and came and his fingers grew wet with her orgasm. He lifted them to his mouth and sucked them clean, and then picked her up and set her on the solid massage bed in the room.

It was a massage bed that had been permanently installed, and now they were both glad for it. He pulled her toward him as she lay on her back and he buried his face between her thighs, sucking, biting, tasting, and licking her until she arched her back and cried out again, coming hard as she clung to him, moving her fingers through his hair and holding tightly to it.

She moved her body against his mouth and came once more before he could hold himself back no longer. He laid her back on the bed and hovered over her for a moment, looking down at her.

"I have wanted this for so long." He pushed her thighs apart and thrust himself into her, making her gasp and lose her breath completely. He filled her until there was nothing left but the two of them, and he began to rock in her, pushing himself deep into her, over and over, kissing her and grasping at her breasts, holding her nipples tightly in his teeth and with his tongue.

She came as he moved, her legs squeezed tightly around his legs, pulling him toward her, further into her, and in no time, his body could not hold in his passion, and he came hard and deep in her, the hot fluid washing her in his release. She held him fast to her as they reached ecstasy together and then fell against one another in exhaustion.

They were quiet for a long moment, recovering from their passion and from the intensity of it. He could not believe he had done it. He had cheated on his wife, and he had wanted it so badly, needed it, and now he knew it wouldn't be enough.

He lifted her chin to look at him. "Brandy..." he whispered. “There is no way I can keep myself from you, knowing it's like this. No way. I need you. I have to have you. Please tell me that we can do this regularly; not just this once. Please don't make this a one-time thing for us. Let me do this with you whenever I need you. Give yourself to me as much as I need you,” he pleaded.

She smiled and laughed ironically and shook her head. "I had no idea it would be like that. I want more, too. Will I be paid every time?" she asked, feeling bad for asking.

He looked at her seriously. "Every single time," he promised her. "In cash. No one ever needs to know."

That much at least was a relief. If she was going to start an illicit affair with a married man, she wanted it to be a national secret.

Kyle laid there with her and held her and just a few minutes later, he was hard again. The feel of her skin beneath his hands and her body against his was enough to drive him wild with desire.

He pulled her from the bed and bent her over it, spreading her legs and pushing himself into her again, filling her and holding tightly to her as he moved in her again. He reached his hands around to her breasts and held them tightly as he moved deeply in her, pumping pleasure into her and crying out as he came again.

He knew after that time that they would have to leave so as not to arouse any suspicion about their time in the room. She dressed herself and then just as he was going to walk out, he pulled her to him, burying his face in her breasts, kissing and sucking on them, then lifting his mouth to hers and crushing hers with his lips, starving for affection, for passion, for her, and they both felt him grow hard again.

He laughed and groaned, she laughed with him, and he said goodbye to her before the will to walk away was more than they could handle.

Kyle left her with the cash he told her he would give her and when the door closed behind him, she sank back on the bed where they had set the room, and each other, on fire, and she sighed deeply.

She was now having an affair with a married man. A beautiful, hot lover of a married and lonely man who had an insatiable hunger for her, and who was going to pay her for it. As she looked at the cash in her hands, she knew she had well more than enough to pay her back rent, and for once, she felt good about leaving work and going home.

She paid the rent and that was gone from her mind, but everything about him had saturated her; his look, his smell, the feel of him, his passion, the sounds of his voice. She knew that this was going to be the best and most difficult thing she had ever done, but she vowed to herself that she was going to keep doing it.

 It was two days later when he came back in, much earlier than she had expected him, and much earlier than his regular Friday appointment. As soon as the door was closed, he rushed to her and pulled her into his arms, kissing her hotly, running his tongue over hers and sucking on it hungrily.

He let her go and held her face in his hands, looking into her eyes. "I know it's only been two days, but I just can't stop thinking about you. I can't get you out of my head. I need you." He kissed her hard again and whispered, "I need you..."

She gasped at him and giggled, loving the feel of being so desperately wanted, and especially by someone like him. She kissed him back and he only moaned more for her, his body taut and hard with need.

He pulled her shirt open and his mouth moved voraciously over the swell of her breasts, taking her wide dark nipples into his mouth and engulfing them with his tongue and teeth, and moments later, he released her and turned her around, facing her to the bed and sliding his hands up beneath her skirt.

He reached her panties and moved his fingers vigorously over the outside of them for a few long moments until she was extremely moist, and then he pulled them from her, burying his fingertips inside of her, manipulating her until she cried out in a sigh of pleasure and came, gasping for breath.

He pulled his erection from his pants and slowly slid it inside of her, inch by inch, until all of it filled her. He began to move quickly in her, his rhythm anxious and desperate, and the faster and harder he went, the better it felt to both of them, until they came together and he held her from the back, hugging her to his chest snugly as he kissed her neck and cupped his hands over her breasts.

He finally let her go, and then spent long minutes kissing her. When satisfaction and exhaustion overtook them, he released her and they stared at each other in amazement.

"How is this happening between us?" he asked in wonder as he stared at her. "I have never wanted anyone like this. I just can't get you off my mind, and there's just nothing I can do about it. I got hard at work several times today just because I thought about you! You're a huge distraction to me and I don't know if that's a good thing or not, but all I know is that I want more of you. I want all of you,” he told her in a low and husky voice, his green eyes as dark as an emerald, locked on her.

Watching her closely to gauge her reaction, he said quietly, "If you're comfortable with it, I want to change our arrangement. I want you to see me outside of here sometimes. How would you feel about that?" he asked hopefully.

"I don't know," she answered him honestly. "I am either here working, or at school; I really don't have much free time to be anywhere else." She looked at him and explained, and he nodded.

He lifted his hand to her face and traced the graceful lines of it. "Well, you see the thing is that I want you much more often that I can come in here for massages. Anyone would be suspicious if I was coming in every night or every other night to see you. No one gets a massage that often." He rolled his eyes and sighed.

"If I come in here twice a week, that might be more believable," he began to look at her intently, "but I know right now I'm going to want more of you than that. It's been so long since I was intimate with anyone, and it has
never
been for me the way that it is with you." He laughed a moment to himself.

"I'm not even sure that I was aroused this often in high school and college!" He shook his head and his smile melted away as he looked seriously at her.

"The point is, I want more time with you during the week, and though this makes a nice cover, we can't use it more than twice a week." He looked at her questioningly.

Brandy thought through her classes and her schedule. She was determined to bring her grades back up and be removed from the academic suspension she was on, so study time was vital, but she thought about all the time she was at work doing massages, and realized that her intimacy with him was providing a substantial increase in income for her. It was enough of an income that she could drop a night of massaging others and spend it with him.

"I think it could work," she told him as a smile made its way across her face. "Because of how much you are paying me, I'd still be ahead if I took a night off once a week to spend time with you. I can tell my boss here that I need an extra study night a week, and then we can use that night to go out, if you want to." She smiled up at him, glad to have resolved the issue and she felt the heat in the room rise just from his gaze on her.