too,” she admittedly shyly.
Zachary’s face lit up like someone had turned on a string of Christmas lights inside him. “Really?”
“Yes, really.” Esme laughed. This confident, handsome billionaire was really worried she might not think he was the best thing that had happened to her in years? “Now kiss me, would you?”
Zachary held up a hand. “Wait.”
Esme’s stomach turned. Oh, no. Had she been too forward? Now he must think badly of her. She wanted to hide.
Zachary kissed her fingers. “I absolutely plan to kiss you. But before I do, I need you to know that I think you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, the most amazing, and I am so happy to have you here. I’m getting the sense that you haven’t been told that nearly enough, which is just laughable. You’re stunning! In fact, I’ll even keep telling you that because it makes me happy to.”
Esme’s heart swelled in her chest, and tears pricked at her eyes. She wanted—no, she needed —to hear those words so much, but could she really let herself believe them?
Zachary kissed her left temple. “You’re beautiful.” He moved to kiss her right temple. “You’re amazing.” He kissed her forehead. “I am so incredibly happy to have you here, more than you could ever know.”
Esme trembled, but the doubts that had been plaguing her began to evaporate like ice under his warm lips.
“Let me show you just how beautiful I find you,” said Zachary, and when Esme nodded, deciding at last to trust him, he reached behind her again and finally unclasped her bra. Esme lifted her arms and flung the bra across the room. Her bare breasts swung pendulously, and Zachary swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
He took her soft, heavy mounds in his enormous hands, slowly caressing them, stroking the smooth skin, teasing the nipples. He rubbed each one between his thumbs and forefingers, sending arousal shooting through her like electric currents and making her gasp. At last he moved his mouth to her right breast and began sucking and licking, his hand still playing with the left one. The feel of his tongue, so hot and wet and strong! It all sent surges of delight rushing from her breasts straight to the contracting tightness of her pussy, and she couldn’t help but reach up and grab him to pull him closer.
His erection rubbed against her belly, and she could feel its velvety, swollen head. It left a little moisture on her, like she was being marked, and she suddenly wanted to suck that off, so before she could think twice, she slipped down in the bed and took hold of his hard, veined shaft. Wow, was it ever thick! So thick, and so long. It felt amazing in her hand, like his shaft was the sword to the scabbard of her palm.
Zachary moaned hard and lifted his hand, but before he could do any more than that, Esme let her eager tongue dart out and swipe the tip of his cock, just a graze at first, enough to make him freeze. Then, slowly, lingeringly, she thoroughly explored it, loving how the head swelled with each long, wet lick and how the shaft quivered.
A shudder ran through his entire body. “Esme . . .” he murmured, his voice deep and throaty. And so very sexy.
Esme then pulled the entire shaft into her mouth, tightening her lips around it and licking as she used her hand to guide it in and out. Zachary gasped, then slipped a hand between her slick thighs to find her clit. She cried out at his touch, and a huge grin spread over his face, like he’d just happened upon a hidden treasure. Wetting his finger on her slick juices, he began to rub, first tenderly, then passionately. “You feel so damn good,” he managed to say between hard gasps. “I . . .”
But Esme was beginning to shake and shudder herself, because Zachary knew exactly what he was doing with his fingers. Pleasure shot through her in ocean waves, crashing over her each time his finger teased her. Her pussy tightened, eager to be penetrated, and aching because it was
Eleanor Coerr, Ronald Himler