Free BREATHE: A Billionaire Romance, Part 3 by Jenn Marlow

shoulders….”
    I gasped.
    His hands journeyed down the front of my shoulders, over my chest, and found their way to my breasts. “These breasts,” he groaned, grasping them fully just, before lightly tweaking my reddened, erect nipples.
    He bit his lip, as he looked at me, and a chill rolled up and down my spine.
    Your waist is so sexy and narrow…” he grabbed me by the waist. “Stomach so flat…”
    I shuddered, as his hands roamed over my body, complimenting me with every inch he rolled over.
    “You're incredible, Zoe, and I mean incredible ,” he whispered, almost too perfectly. “You’re beautiful.”
    I felt my eyes glisten with an intense longing, as I felt the fuel of love beat through my veins. I could do nothing in that moment except feel, feel him, feel the longing, and feel the emotions quaking throughout my entire body. I wanted him. I craved him. All of him. It didn’t matter that I was upset; all that mattered was that we were together in that moment… and hopefully many more moments to come.
    As I continued to—hopefully—entice him with my body, I felt the negative thoughts of before leaving me little by little. And it took no longer than my last garment falling to the floor and my finger extending and curving up in a come-hither-motion to forget it all.
    He smiled and walked closer to me—but only a couple of steps—before he, too, began slowly, tenderly, and tantalizingly removing his clothing.
    I shuddered as I watched, feeling so close, so unbelievably connected, as I watched him disrobe it all.
    We had been naked together before; we had made love before…but this time was different. This was more vulnerable.
    I watched as he pulled at the hem of his boxer briefs and yanked them down over his erection. I watched the garment as it fell to the floor, his member finally standing free, facing me.
    My eyes were fixated on it, as it quivered and throbbed with desperation.
    I was stunned at how much I felt the need to look at him as he stood there, completely exposed—in body and spirit—watching me, also completely exposed.
    His beautiful, beautiful erection…. it beckoned me. I wanted it.
    I stepped towards him, closing the distance between us, and wrapped my fingers around him, just before giving it a light—but firm—squeeze.
    “Ah,” he breathed out, and immediately, my hands began to move up and down, stroking his foreskin over the entire length of his shaft.
    The feeling of his cock in my hands was almost enough to cause my mind and body to explode. I was in complete ecstasy.
    “I love you so much,” he gasped, as I continued stroking him.
    I smiled, my hands busy working his cock and balls. I couldn’t say anything else. I could only do… and in that moment, all I wanted to do was what I was doing.
    He reached out and grabbed my breasts, his palms firm against me. My nipples became instantly erect, incredibly so, in fact. And he definitely noticed. A smirk danced over his face, as he rolled the hard nubs in between his fingers, eliciting moans of pleasure from my depth.
    “God….” I gasped.
    He dropped his hand down onto my abdomen, and it rested there for a moment, lazily twirling fingers over flesh, but then I felt him continue venturing further down, his fingers lightly dancing across my skin until I felt him struggle, with great intent and determination, to move between my closed thighs. I smirked.
    I knew what he wanted. My thighs were like that of a large steel door, separating him from his true destination. He sought solace at my nether-regions, and I knew how badly he wanted it as soon as I opened my legs for him.
    Like a bullet, his hand made its way to my naked mound, and his fingers slid effortlessly down my slit and up again.
    I moaned as I felt his firm palm rub over my soaked lips.
    I leaned in to kiss him softly on the lips, opening my mouth ever so slightly, just enough for me to slip the tip of my tongue into his mouth.
    He put his arms around me and