Virgin Wanted (BWWM Billionaire Romance) (6 page)

And I can tell from her awkward movements, and from her body language, that she must be feeling so self conscious right about now. It would certainly make sense.

After all, I’m guessing she’s never been this
undressed
in front of a guy before. But even through her nerves, I can tell that she’s getting turned on, too: her nipples are stiffening of their own accord, pressing visibly beneath the flimsy fabric of her bra as if they’re trying to give away the dark thoughts that seem to have awoken within the very deepest parts of her.

“There’s no need to be afraid,” I say, fixing my burning eyes on hers, my gaze so intense, so intimate that she has no choice but to turn her face to the floor. “I just want to enjoy your body, Alisha.”

She nods timidly, as I stand again, stepping towards her and pulling her face to my own, my hand beneath her chin, holding her in place, as I lean my face towards hers, kissing her so softly and gently on the lips I’ve been so desperate to taste.

And as I kiss her, it’s as if some dam bursts open inside her; betraying the very depths and power of her own lust. I feel her moan softly as we kiss, her whole body trembling, and I just know that if I were to slip my hand between her legs right now, I’d find her so hot and wet – so fucking
ready for me
.

A part of me just wants to ravage her – right here and now. But I know that there’s an even greater, sweeter pleasure in taking this
slow
...

Letting her desires slowly stir and awaken, one gentle step at a time.

She visibly shivers, standing there before me as I take in her body so hungrily with my eyes, knowing that soon I’ll be able to explore it with my hands, too.

God. She’s
so
fucking perfect, so beautifully in proportion: the smooth chocolate color of her skin, the fragile delicacy of her collar bone, not to mention her small but pert breasts, her nipples pressing so prominently now against the cups of her bra, as if aching for me to kiss and caress them, just begging me to set them free ...

I can’t take any more of this. 

Slowly but surely, I begin to undress her, teasing first one then the other of the straps of her bra from her shoulders. And as I do, I can feel her yielding to me, giving in to me – knowing that for this week at least, she’s
mine
now, for me to use however I please

I hold my breath, my cock so fucking hard, as a moment later I gently ease her out of her panties too, sliding them confidently down her thighs, leaving her finally naked there before me; no doubt the first time she’s ever been fully naked around another person before – or at least another
guy
.

I take a deep breath, blown away all over again by this angel standing there before me. Very slowly I let my eyes travel over her slender naked frame, first taking in her breasts, her nipples so swollen by now that they’re standing up in two prominent puckered dark brown points, and then moving down over her toned stomach to the fuzz of black hair that grows between her legs.

For some reason, I’d imagined she’d be shaved down there, but this is even better – it shows me that she’s not even
thought
about things like that, that she’s even more innocent than I’d hoped.

I reach out a hand and tenderly stroke my fingertips over her smooth velvet skin, tracing slowly but surely from her shoulder and then over her collarbone towards her right breast. As my fingers gently enclose it, she lets out the softest of sighs, then quickly falls silent again, her whole body shivering at my touch. I watch her bite her lip and close her eyes as my fingers gently cup her breast, savoring its weight in my palm, my thumb now tracing slow and delicate circles around the puckered brown flesh of her small, rock hard nipple.

She just can’t take it any longer; I watch another tremor pass powerfully through her body and then, a moment later, she lets out a soft low moan, which sounds as if it comes right from the very center of her.

“God, your body’s absolutely perfect, Alisha,” I murmur, my senses filling with her: the floral innocence of her perfume intermingling with the unmistakable sweet musk of her dampening sex.

I take a deep breath, relishing the pulsing silence that’s blooming between us now – because in this moment it feels as if the whole world had frozen stock still around us.

I suck my breath deep into my lungs and hold it there, as I slowly trace my hand even further downwards, over her toned flat belly, and then finally between her legs, palm up, my fingertips brushing the silky fuzz of her pubic hair, then further downwards, registering the sheer heat and wetness that’s already seeping out from between her legs. I let my fingers gently part her hot swollen lips, then push a little ways inside her, feeling just how fucking
tight
she is ... And then all of a sudden she reaches out and grips my wrist, stopping me, her pretty eyes flashing open in a look of horror.

“It’s okay,” I murmur, trying to put her at ease. “I know what I’m doing. I promise I’ll be gentle with you.”

She nods, slowly letting go of my wrist, and once again I start stroking her, right there between her legs, each brush of my fingertips causing another delicious shiver to run right through her, and of course more of that sweet warm nectar to pulse steadily from between her lips, thoroughly slicking and coating my fingers.

“See how well your body responds?” I whisper, as my fingers move gently back and forth, back and forth, drawing out even more of that warm wetness that seems to ooze from the very center of her, bringing her slowly but surely towards a state of shivering light-headedness.

I trace upwards now, flicking my fingertips gently over her hard, swollen bean of her clit, and all of a sudden she’s coming against my fingers, gasping and shuddering. To retain her balance, she throws her arms around my neck, still moaning softly, her whole body visibly shuddering, the pleasure still sweeping through her.

Afterwards, I watch her blush and squirm with embarrassment, quickly covering her face with her hands.

I laugh and shake my head. “There’s nothing at all to be ashamed of, Alisha,” I murmur softly. “Pleasure is something simply to be enjoyed.”

“It’s just that I’ve never done
that
... You know, in front of another man,” she explains, her voice still shaky. “I’ve hardly even done it on my own ...”

“Good,” I reply with a smile. “In that case, I expect there to be plenty
more
firsts over the coming week, too.”

Alisha

I wake up for a moment unsure where I am. And then I remember: the events of last night spilling back into my head in such a crazy jumble, so unreal now that they could all be from a dream. I remember the last words he spoke to me, just before I left, and then how I gathered my clothes, quickly pulling them back on and somehow finding my way on my own through the crazy maze of bare white corridors and back to my room, my legs still so shaky from that pleasure that I wasn’t even slightly used to.

I lie there for a while in my bed, enjoying the morning sunshine that’s finding its way in through the venetian blinds, unsure what to do, occasionally glancing at that telephone by my bed, and remembering Helena’s words – that I could call her for anything I wanted, anything at all ...

I shake my head and push myself up on my elbows.

Nope.

Sorry Helena, but I’m just not that kind of girl.

I’ve got
this
far by doing things myself, and that’s how I intend to continue ...

So I get out of bed and then tiptoe through to the wardrobe to see if it has any slightly more
casual
clothes in it, or whether it’s all just high-end couture.

To my surprise and delight, I find a huge cupboard crammed full of comfy jeans and sweat pants and hoodies, all seemingly just in my size, not to mention all the other essentials I’m gonna need to make it through this week: t-shirts, socks, pantyhose, bras, and of course panties, of all shapes and styles – and again all in exactly my size.

What the hell? I think as I study a bra, unable to believe that he has somehow found out my exact freaking
cup size
.

Once I’m dressed in a simple outfit of jeans, t-shirt and hoodie, I decide to head out to explore this amazing house a little more, and maybe find me some breakfast – or at
least
a cup of coffee – in the process.

As I wander through the winding halls, I start to hear the faint sounds of a radio playing some kind of classical music, and I begin to walk in the direction of the music until it’s getting pretty loud, blaring out in fact.

I turn a corner to discover an open doorway, and there in a large and ornate dining room, a different room to the one I ate in with Marcus last night, and which holds a table big enough to seat twenty comfortably, is Helena, polishing all the cutlery, the room flooded with the ear-splittingly-loud classical music that’s blasting out from a boom box near her feet on the floor.

But the moment she sees me, she half jumps out of her skin in shock, and the fact that she jumps causes
me
to jump too, both of us leaping backwards and putting our hands to our faces, before she quickly comes back to her senses and switches off the radio.

“Miss Adams!” she says. “You gave me such a fright. I am sorry. I just ... expected you to call. Is everything okay? Why in the world are you wandering the house? Is something the matter?”

“I just thought I’d explore a little ...” I explain, rather sheepishly.

Helena nods, but a puzzled smirk remains flickering at the corners of her lips, as if my explanation is kind of odd to her. “And how did you sleep?” she adds with a wink. “If you don’t mind me saying, you look
radiant
this morning ...”

I feel myself blush.

Does she know what we got up to last night?

“I’m glad to run into you, actually,” I say, trying to quickly change the question. “I just have to say, you weren’t wrong. That hot chocolate was
the
most delicious drink I think I’ve ever had in my life. I never thought something as simple as a cup of chocolate and milk could make me so happy.”

“You know?” Helena replies. “I’ve noticed in this house that, with all its finery and expensive antiques, the best pleasures in life really
are
often the simplest ones ...”

As she continues to speak, she gives me a look, as if to communicate that perhaps it isn’t
just
hot chocolate that she’s talking about here ...

“I think by the end of this week, Miss Adams, you might very well realize that he things that can make us
most
happy are those you can’t put any kind of price on ...”

§

Marcus

Damn. I just
can’t
stop thinking about this girl. She’s fogging up my head. I can still feel it: her skin – so soft against my fingertips – and I can still remember the way she shivered and trembled as I made her come. She must have been so fucking turned on; I only had to stroke her clit a couple of times before she came. And her pussy was so
tight
... It’s going to feel fucking amazing when I drive my cock so deep and hard into her tonight ...

“What’re you thinking about, Marcus?” the voice says, startling me out of my thoughts. “You look totally lost in thought?”

I look up from my desk to see Julia, my goddamn secretary, standing there, one eyebrow raised to accompany that inquisitive, meddling smile of hers.

“Nothing that concerns you,” I murmur, feeling a flash of annoyance rising up inside me. “Didn’t you ever hear of knocking?”

“I
did
,” she sighs. “Three times. But it seems like somebody’s too busy sitting in here
thinking
to hear their door.”

“So?” I snap back, just wishing she would leave me the hell alone so that I can return to my thoughts of Alisha ...  “What exactly do you want?”

“I’m just here to
remind his Highness
,” she shoots back, totally unfazed by my bad mood, “that you have that dinner meeting with Herbert Malchovic of Malchovic Finance scheduled for eight o’ clock. Remember? That same dinner meeting that you’ve been on at me
all month
to arrange.”

Goddammit
, I think, cursing the poor timing. I was dearly hoping to get back to the house at a reasonable hour, in order to have a little more fun with Alisha, really get my money’s worth ...

And I’m about to tell Julia to just cancel or reschedule the damn meeting, when I remember all over again just how fucking
important
Malchovic is, not to mention how much
work
I put in convincing him to have this dinner meeting with me in the first place.

“Thank you Julia,” I sigh. “Is that everything?”

She nods and turns, heading out of the office and leaving me once more alone with my thoughts – thoughts which immediately flash back to Alisha.

But I need to be careful here.

I need to make sure I don’t let myself fall any deeper for this girl.

I need to remember to just take what I want from her and then ...

I snatch up the phone on my desk and dial through to the house.

“Hello, Whitelaw residence?” comes Helena’s crisp clear voice.

“Helena, it’s me,” I say. “Listen, I’m not going to be able to make it home for dinner tonight, but I’d like you to pass on a message to Alisha ...”

“Certainly, Sir,” Helena replies.

I smile to myself.

I know I can trust Helena to relay this message ...

§

Alisha

As I stroll along the endless rack of dresses, letting my fingers run over them, I wonder
which one
of these amazing garments I’ll choose for dinner with Marcus ... Maybe this slinky black number? Or perhaps this beautiful sequined ball gown?

But just then I hear a soft knock on the door.  My heart leaps, and I race over to the door.

It’s Helena.

“Ah, Madam,” she smiles. “I’ve just come to let you know that Mr Whitelaw shall be working in the city until rather late this evening, and dining there too, and so I’m afraid you shall be eating alone tonight. I could set the table for you in the Livingstone Suite if you want, or if you would prefer I could have something brought up to your room?”

“Sure,” I say, trying to force a polite smile, “brought to the room would be great. Thanks, Helena.”

But she must be able to tell by the way my face falls slightly that I’m perhaps a little disappointed, because she adds with a cheerful
that-isn’t-all
grin, “However, I am
also
to let you know that Mr Whitelaw has requested your company for cocktails in his bedroom as soon as he returns home.”

And with that she gives me a little wink, before letting the door fall closed, leaving me there, head spinning, unable to work out whether the sudden new feeling that flashing through me is excitement or nerves ... or maybe both.