Billionaires Dollar Series

He pushes into me in one deep thrust. Inch after inch after inch fills me up. “Fuck, Bella…”

Yes, I think in response. Fuck Bella, and don’t stop, not ever.

It was never this gloriously uncomplicated with my ex. It’s wrong to compare, but it’s not really even a comparison, just knowledge. A certainty that sears through my brain. I won’t be satisfied with anything less now. No awkwardness or shyness or overthinking.

Just pure action.

Ethan makes it simple. Faced with his want, there’s nothing to do but to give in.

His hips move in deep, rolling thrusts, reaching deep inside me. Once. Twice. Fourteen times. And all the while he’s staring down at me like I hold all the secrets-like this is everything he’s ever wanted.

His gaze is the best thing I’ve ever worn.

“Touch yourself,” he tells me, so I reach up and cup one of my breasts, flicking my nipple. “Fuck yes, just like that.”

I give him a show at the same time as he gives me one, moving in powerful thrusts above me. The look in his eyes makes me heady with power. So heady that I reach down and touch myself, there, even as he moves inside me.

Ethan’s green eyes burn even brighter. “Come around me?”

I don’t know if I can. But as my finger circles, as he speeds up, as his hands dig into my thighs… I’m sensitive enough, pushed to the edge by his tongue before. And with him sliding in and out, stretching me apart…

My second orgasm spreads through my body like a shot of pleasure straight to the vein. I keep my eyes on Ethan the whole time, muscled above me, on his five-o’-clock shadow and burning intensity.

He shatters right after me. A deep, rumbling groan and rapid, erratic thrusts. He’s pushing hard enough into me that my inner thighs might bruise, but it only strengthens the orgasm blazing through me.

Like a tree falling, Ethan settles on top of me, damp forehead against my neck. I wrap my arms and legs around him and struggle to find my way back to steady breathing.

“Holy fuck,” he mumbles.

A tired chuckle spreads through my chest, into him, and he raises his head to give me a glazed look. What?

“It felt holy,” I supply, hugging him tighter.

Ethan gives me a crooked smile. “Best review I could ask for,” he says.

“I’ll put in on Yelp?”

“Thanks,” he says, easily breaking my stranglehold and guiding himself out, a hand on the base. He ties the condom off with a practiced flourish. “That was beyond,” he says. “I can’t… I haven’t…”

“It’s been a while?”

He stretches out next to me, lying on his back. “Was it that obvious?”

“Only a little bit,” I say. The depth of his need feels flattering.

“Well, that’s it. No more brownies.”

I raise myself up on an elbow. “Why on earth did you think of that?”

“There’s no way I can repay you for that. So no more baked goods. You’ll just make the balance even more uneven.”

I reach out and smooth a hand through his hair, and his eyes close. “You can repay me by doing that again, some time,” I say.

“Oh, I plan to.” He puts a large hand on my thigh, comforting and warm. “When was your last time?”

“A few months ago, with my ex.”

“The one you told me about? The moron?” Ethan sounds pleased at the thought, or perhaps the epitaph.

But then his hand tenses on my thigh. “You said he was the only relationship you’ve ever had.”

“And you don’t strike me as someone who has one-night stands.” He turns his head to look at me. “Don’t tell me I was your second.”Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

“All right.”

“All right what?”

“All right, I won’t tell you that.”

He groans, shifting onto his stomach and wrapping an arm around me. “I was?”

I bury my face into the bed. “This is a great comforter,” I say finally. “What’s the thread count?”

“Bella.”

“No, don’t tell me. Five hundred? Has to be Egyptian cotton, too.”

Ethan groans and I look at him. “Why does it matter?”

He’s quiet for a beat, so I scoot over and run my hand through his hair again. Surefire tactic, that. “Tell me.”

“I shouldn’t.”

“Tell me anyway.”

He sighs. “It makes me feel worse. And awesome. And then worse again for feeling awesome.”

“Why on Earth would it make you feel bad?” Had I seemed inexperienced? Just because I’d only had sex with one person didn’t mean we hadn’t done it many times.

He looks over at me with eyes that seem older than he is. The same ones I sometimes saw when he spoke about his ex-wife or his kids. “Like I’m taking advantage,” he says.

I move closer, until I’m pressed against his side. “And what am I? Helpless? A victim?”

“Never that.”

I slide my leg in between his and let my fingers graze through his chest hair. The sheer manliness of him will probably never stop thrilling me. It’s like every inch of him screams genetic superiority, a neon billboard to women everywhere. I’ll give you great babies.

“So? If you tell me one more time that you have nothing to offer me, I’ll beat you,” I warn.