Page 104 of The Reluctant Billionaire

He hums approvingly. ‘The other thing she mentioned was that I was probably self-sabotaging. You know, because of what she said about me being scared to love someone who doesn’t need me. But she also said it was encouraging that I’d fallen for someone strong and independent. She said it sounded like you had excellent boundaries.’

I preen. ‘Did she, now?’

‘I told her they were good, but not as excellent as your tits.’

‘Classy guy.’

‘Fuck, that was a lot of words.’ He bends to nuzzle at my neck.

‘I’m not sure where my caveman’s gone, that’s for sure.’

‘Ug.’

I laugh. ‘You can use your body now,’ I say helpfully.

He grins. ‘I love you.’

And then he’s pinning my wrists above my head and sliding down my body so he can suck on my boobs in the hungry, skilful way only he can.

There’s a lot more to say.

Aide has a lot of work to do on himself. And I have work to do if I want to be there to support him when he acts in his own best interests while nurturing the generous, open-hearted side of him that made me fall so hard.

But words have their place and time. And right now, he and I need to find solace and pleasure and transcendence in each other’s bodies.

He gives my nipple a decadent suck and releases it before collapsing on his back. I gasp at the absence of his mouth.

‘Come here,’ he says, and I pull myself upright so I can straddle him. ‘Sit on my face.’

Oh, God. I look down at him, my pussy clenching at the mere thought of Aide eating me this way.

‘Come on.’ He slides his hands around my hips and gives my bum a little slap. His eyes are burning, his entire face ravenous as he takes in the sight of me on top of him. ‘Get on my fucking face, sweetheart.’

I smile and shimmy forward as he practically drags me up the bed. I hover right above him.

‘You might not think you need me, sweetheart,’ he tells me in a low, possessive rasp, ‘but don’t forget your pussy always needs me, just like it needs me right now. Got it?’

‘Yes,’ I manage. My voice is breathy, and—dammit—needy as fuck.

He’s right.

I’ll always need him like this.

‘Tell me you need me,’ he demands. God, his eyes are practically all pupil.

‘I need you,’ I tell him. ‘I need your dick. My pussy needs your mouth on it. Fuck, Aide, I need you to make me feel good so badly.’

‘Yes you do,’ he mutters. ‘So don’t be shy. Ride my face.’ He grips my waist, slamming me down onto his face. His tongue finds my wet centre instantly, and his big hands come up to palm my boobs. Fuck, his hands are calloused, and the way he drags them over my skin has me arching into them as I push down against his mouth.

The thrusts of his tongue are harsh, fevered, as he laves me.Fuck, it’s so intense like this. His mouth and my sex are rubbing, pressing, heat coming off us in waves, our wetness combining in a slick slide. It feels like he’s touching every single millimetre of my needy flesh. I sit astride him and grind against him, writhing wantonly so my tits and my pussy get every ounce of attention they require.

He wants to be needed?

I’ll show him need so white-hot it’ll drive him over the edge.

I’ve been gripping the sides of his head, I realise. Holding it to my hungry sex. I release it and brace one hand on the headboard for balance while I arch back enough to find his dick with my hand.

Jesus, it’s hard. I slide the pad of my thumb lightly over his crown, smearing the pre-cum around as my fingers grip him. His dick jolts, and his anguished growl vibrates right through my centre before he licks me even harder.