Dumped A Scumbag At The Altar For A One Night Stand With A Billionaire-Chapter 21: Do You Want Me Again?

She could feel his fingers trailing down lower, reaching over her stomach travelling down to her pelvis, her breath hitched when his fingers didn’t stop their descent.

Was he going to touch her...there?

With a quite gasp, she clamped her legs shut.

"Part your legs for me, Celine." The quiet rumble of his voice which was a hot whisper by her ears sent shivers down her spine, those words were a calm command that she subconsciously listened to.

Her legs parted of their own accord, and she felt him trail through her moist core in a quiet exploration.

A startled moan jumped out of her throat, the foreign touch on her sensitive spot made her body jolt at the same time a kind of pleasure she had never felt before rushed through her in delicious waves.

She didn’t realize when she lost herself, when her lips shamelessly began to let the moans she tried to control sound fully audible now as his finger stroked, and explored her hot wetness between her legs.

Her mind wasn’t functional enough to feel embarrassment at this moment, all she knew was that her body wanted more of that touch, her hips lifted arching towards his slow fingers toying with the overly sensitive nub that sent all those pleasurable sensation shooting through her.

Her response to his touch made his blood pound in his ears, every small gasp, every quiver and every moan. It was almost as if no one else had touched her like this before. She was dripping wet, and that fact alone caused a strong impatience to rumble within him, the urge to dive into her sleek entrance was hard to suppress.

It was difficult to decide which he wanted more at this moment, whether he wanted to continue exploring her body and watching her quiver and gasp at his teasing exploration, or whether he wanted to be inside her more. He was on the verge of being broken by the amount of restraint he was employing on himself.

He gazed down into her gorgeous face, her eyes were closed but the innocent lust on her face was fascinating to watch. Like someone experiencing the delightful pleasure for the very first time.

This woman...she was fire in a quiet way, as if she had no idea how infinitely seductive she was, that was dangerous as it could lead her into alluring so many men without even realizing it. The sudden urge to shield and keep her in his protective embrace engulfed him. He leaned down to kiss her wherever his lips found. On her face, down her neck, everywhere.

His finger continued to explore her entrance and just he was about to slip a finger in, she stiffened and the gasp that escaped her mouth was one of fear. He paused, gazing in her eyes questioningly.

"What’s wrong?" His voice sounded almost foreign even to him, thickened with such heavy need, lowered with such careful tenderness...only for her.

Why was he like this with her?

"Nothing." She quickly said as if afraid her reaction would make him stop.

He saw something in her eyes she didn’t say, though he didn’t know what caused her sudden reaction, he knew it wasn’t aversion to what he was doing to her, so in order to ease her into relaxing, he kissed her for some time until she had eased into him, his fingers slipped through her entrance without warning and she sucked in a sharp breath.

Celine never thought it would feel like this, her body experiencing such amounts from a man’s fingers alone which sent her feeling. Every movement was fluidly practiced, like an expert who was well versed in the best ways to bring her to such massive pleasures. When his movements heightened, her body seemed to climb high and higher as well until a sensation that felt like an explosion rocked through her.

Her body arched, convulsing in unbelievably electrocuting pleasure that suddenly rained on her, she felt the wave of ecstasy unlike anything she has ever felt before, it was like a myriad of tastes and textures, a storm of sensations, one moment it felt like she was floating, and the next it felt like she was flying.

Tristan crushed his lips against her throat, feeling the way her pulse thundered inside. The waves of her orgasm still caused her body to convulse occasionally. He found her lips, kissing her repeatedly until her breathing fully settled.

Kissing...an act he never indulged in during sex, yet here he was.

His kisses quickly awakened the blazing desire that had momentarily been sated by what his fingers just made her feel.

When she felt his hardness seeking entrance between her legs, she instinctively opened up to him.

The first thrust brought a gasp out of her lips, he was patient and went slowly...he didn’t seem like a very patient man, but he had been very gentle and considerate with her, not taking things too fast even if she didn’t explicitly inform him that this was her first time, the second thrust brought a hot stinging pain which only lasted for mere seconds when she felt him slide even deeper inside her. As she arched her back and moved her hips towards him, she heard him groan a low curse and stopped moving altogether, looking down into her eyes with a mixture of surprise and something else...

"You..." He couldn’t complete the words he had intended to say. Just searching her eyes before he lowered his head to kiss her deeply, moving slowly inside her to let her get acclimated to him.

There was a delicious coil of sensations as he moved, those sensations rose higher and higher and she was soon panting in his arms.

His finger intertwined with hers and flickers of urgency came through, he groaned, suppressing the urge to take her with that destructive intensity he always had his women...with her, it was passion, wilder than anything he’d ever imagined before, than anything he had ever experienced before.

Her skin was like soft, fragrant silk, he was certain he would never get enough of it. He bent his head and drew one of her enticingly pink nipples into his mouth sucking fiercely, just at that moment, every nerve in her body drew and stretched, singeing with exquisite pleasure, an intense wave of ecstacy washed over her every pore even wilder and more intense than the first one. Her moans had become cries at some point as her whole body vibrated with an electrocuting wave of pleasure but it seemed like the very beginning, the moment he began to move inside her again the heat slowly gathered and built up.

All she could do was clutch onto him tightly, her toes curling inwards with the buildup of sensations. Like a descending rocket, she came again like someone stumbling into a garden of ecstasy over and over again. At some point, his thrusts had quickened making her feel like she was being loosened at the very seams.

With a deep thrust she heard his rumbling growl and a flood of warm released flowed into her.

Celine’s mind was unable to rationalize anything, this experience had surpassed anything she had ever imagined. A delicious feeling of satiety coarsed through her body beyond description, she felt like she was floating on clouds and she wanted to go drifting forever. He pulled out of her but didn’t let her go, holding onto her as if reluctant to let go.

She felt so content being in his arms that she wanted to tell him not to move away, never to move away, to just keep holding her like this, seconds passed by and she counted his every heartbeat as she laid her head on his chest. Such an intimate position with a man who was supposed to be a stranger, but her heart felt with so much certainty that she knew him.

She felt his fingers in her hair, toying with the strands.

"You’re so lovely..." She heard him speak, echoing into her ear through his chest and she lifted her head to look at him. He was staring at her, studying every part of her face,

"Your hair..." He muttered, holding a strand of her hair until it fell out of his finger then his hand came to trace her cheek,

"Your eyes..." He added again staring into her eyes with absolute fascination. Then his finger trailed downwards to the side of her lips.

"Your lips." She flushed intensely, sweet warmth overwhelmingly engulfing her heart.

Under the dim lighting of the room, and the warm glow of the moonlight which was streaming in through the windows, her face looked intimately flushed with the afterglow of lovemaking. He couldn’t tear his eyes off her, not with how stubbornly reluctant he was feeling to part with her now that it was over.

The words he said came subconsciously for him, he found every part of her absolutely beautiful. He was drawn to her lips, so he brought her head towards him and kissed her again.

Damnit, he was screwed.

His cock hardened and he couldn’t let go of her even when his mind told him it was over, even when his head told him to come back to his senses and let her go.

In the end, his body won over his mind, he switched their positions, laying her on the bed and his lips descended on every part of her body. He nibbled, kissed and sucked on every inch of her skin, but his hunger for her only continued to burn fiercely.

It was as if he hadn’t had her at all.

"I want to have you again, Celine. Over and over again." He murmured huskily against her ears as he kissed her earlobes.

He had thought these feelings would disappear after he had her, he had thought he would want to leave immediately after the whole thing ended just like he did with other women, but it didn’t happen like that in this case. The flames of desire roaring inside him right now was even fiercer than it was earlier, and the minute he gazed at her it burned even hotter.

He wanted her again, he wanted her even more than before now that he tasted her.

"Tell me Celine, do you want me again?" The soft moans that escaped her lips at his kisses answered his questions, but he wanted to hear her say it.

"There’s so many places I could take you, so many things I could do to you, but...not unless you say it. Do you want me again, Celine?"