He shifted his grip on my hips so that his thumb came to rest directly on my pleasure center. Watching me with confident eyes, he began to move his thumb in small circles that matched the cadence of my dance on his manhood.
“Fuck...” Bastian groaned. “You're so beautiful, Ava...”
It was his eyes that did it. The truth shining there, the emotion and the raw desire in his beautiful gray eyes. It sent me spinning and skittering into unfathomable pleasure. Every muscle in my body tightened and stretched at the same time. I forgot to breathe. I forgot everything but Bastian and what he was doing to me.
I sagged against his chest, gasping and still trembling on the aftershocks of the most powerful orgasm of my life. Bastian's fingers found the zipper of my dress, pulling gently and then moving to pull the dress off. I sat back slightly to allow the fabric up and over my head before Bastian tossed it to the floor.
Bastian's fingers traced the line of white lace on the cup of my bra. My nipples hardened under the silky fabric, aching to be touched. I whimpered, ready to evaporate the bra with just the power of my mind. Bastian chuckled, wrapping his arms around me and then rolling so that he was on top.
He kissed me softly. It was gentle, but full of need and power. He was in control now. I was at his mercy, but looking into his face, I knew I was safe. He would only take me to wonderful places.
His hips began to pump and his hand tightened on my shoulder, putting me right where he wanted. I writhed under him, completely under his control and at his pleasure. I loved the way he felt and the fact that he was growing harder and going faster only proved that he found me the same.
With every inch he moved deeper, not just owning my body, but a piece of my soul. One I wanted to give him. I wanted him to have me completely, to be completely his.
I felt it then, an orgasm so big that it put my previous ones to shame. It was going to shatter my mind. It started at the tips of my toes and rippled up, through my calves, into my thighs and detonated in my core. I rippled around him, quaking and spasming in indescribable ecstasy.
Bastian's fingers tightened on my shoulder and his body stiffened in response to the pleasure racking through mine. Every muscle of my body was trying to draw him deeper, to take him further into me. He started to shake and his thrusts rocked the bed.
I wanted it all. I wanted him. His eyes met mine, asking and yet not asking at the same time.
“Take me, Bastian,” I whispered, urging him with my hips. “I'm yours.”
My name fell from his lips as he buried himself so deeply my breath caught. He claimed me completely. His eyes held me prisoner the same way he held my body prisoner. Fireworks were going off in his eyes. I watched galaxies explode and create in the depths of his eyes.
It was a beautiful eternity before he collapsed, hiding his head in my shoulder. His breath was hot and heavy on my skin and our bodies sticky with sweat, but I didn't want him to move. I never wanted to move from this spot, never wanted to have him leave me.
I was wanted here. Safe. Desired. No one had ever made me feel that way before. Not just the sexual part, which was off any chart I had ever had, but the protected and desired part.
I breathed him in. He smelled so good, I couldn't get enough of him into me.
He rose slightly, a crooked grin spreading across his handsome features. He touched my cheek, and I turned and kissed his palm before cradling my cheek into his fingers.
I had never felt like this before. It was a pleasure so deep that I wasn't sure how either one of us was going to survive without it.
He rolled to his side, tucking me into the nook of his shoulder. His arms encircled me, wrapping me in his warmth and protection. I was safe here. I would always be safe with him.
I closed my eyes, feeling sleep coming to finally claim me from the stresses of the day. Bastian's breaths were a soothing melody that was drawing me into calm serenity. I knew this couldn't last. He was a billionaire and I wasn't part of his world. But, even knowing that, a spot of warmth settled in behind my breastbone and didn't leave even as I drifted off.
Chapter 20
I entered the details for the last painting in the room into my tablet. I needed to turn on a light, but the light from the hallway was just enough for me to finish. The appraisal was going faster than I had anticipated, which was wonderful. It meant I could justify spending time with Bastian without feeling guilty about not working.
This was supposed to be a job. Except it was so much more than that now. This was a vacation, a job, and something else. A romance? A fling? I didn't know what to call what was going on between Bastian and me. I just knew that I was enjoying it.
I still felt a little guilty about my father, but being ahead on my work even helped with that as well. I had continued to receive updates from him, the nurses, and even Jackie. Everyone promised he was doing just fine and that I had nothing to worry about, but I still felt like I had abandoned my father to hook up in the Caribbean. I knew that wasn't true, but it still nagged at me. Working helped that feel better.
The small hairs on the back of my neck tingled, telling me that someone was watching me. Turning slowly, I found Bastian leaning against the door frame. He filled the doorway, both in presence and body. His lean muscles were tight under a dress shirt with a tie and dark slacks that accented the wonderful curve of his ass.
“Are you spying on me?” I asked, grinning playfully.
He stepped forward, walking into the room and making my heart start to speed up. I loved the way he moved. “You get this little line, right here,” he said, gently touching my forehead with one of his fingers. “It's quite charming.”
I couldn't help but blush a little and smile. He stepped closer, putting his hands on my neck, preparing to draw me in for a kiss. His arms flexed, showing me his muscles. I loved those muscles.
“But, I do think I like it better when you smile,” he said softly, soliciting another smile. “Yes, I definitely like it better when you smile. It's close, though.”
“I like it best when you smile,” I replied. I loved the way his hands felt on me. I pressed my palms against his chest, feeling the rock hard pecs underneath.
“Really?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. He smelled so damn good. I didn't know how anyone could smell so wonderful.
“Your whole face lights up,” I whispered. My heart was fluttering. Every nerve in my body screamed for his touch. He leaned forward and pausing just above my lips. I held perfectly still, smiling as he hovered just millimeters from kissing me. “It's absolutely breathtaking.”
It was hard to think of anything but his hands on me. The way his fingers caressed my skin and how he seemed able to elicit pleasure from just looking at me properly. I pressed my hips against his, asking but not taking.