Chapter 4
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Thaz could not take that woman in the boudoir book off his mind all day.
He went swimming for about half an hour, after arranging all his belongings in the walk-in closet in the master bedroom. He loved the warm salty water that embraced him. He thought it was heaven. When he back floated, he stared at the blue sky with occasional cirrus clouds. Their delicate wispy formation seemed to look like that woman’s hair in the boudoir book.
“Who are you?” he mumbled as the gentle swells of the waves caused his body to rise on the surface of the water.
He blew some air and crawled smoothly in the water, toward the shore. He had decided to go back to the house. He went to the outdoor shower to wash away the beige grains of sands off him before he proceeded to follow the concrete path toward the house by the kitchen door. He wiped his slippers on the doormat and opened the screen door before pushing inwardly the wooden door. The thick door which was made of narra, painted with dark brown color. It shone due to the varnish used.
He padded through the white-tiled floor and ascended the stairs to his room. His azure eyes went round when he saw the woman from the boudoir book lying on his king size bed set up in the middle of the huge bedroom.
“H-how…?” He was confused.
The woman only wore her black underwear, displaying her morena skin that seemed to scream for his touch. She moved a finger to beckon him to come closer to the bed.
“You do know me, don’t you? So, why are you even surprised?” she answered huskily.
Thaz’s eyes fluttered for a couple of beats, breathing hitching.
Is she even real?
The woman’s beautiful face reflected that of a winsome and erotic promise. Her lips were pink like delicate petals of roses. Her pretty oval face, her small pert nose that looked delicate, her dark eyes that were framed by thick wavy lashes and slightly arched eyebrows seemed to beg for his sensual exploration.
Before he knew it, he was already on the bed with her, kneeling as he faced her. There was wonder in his blue eyes as his gaze swept her exquisite figure from her well-toned legs, round hips, small waist, flat stomach and medium-sized breasts. Her average height was perfect for these beguiling features he took in at the moment with great wonder. He could not seem to believe that she was indeed right here.
His heart pumped harder. He lifted a hand, as he wanted to touch her. And yet, he was afraid to do it. She might not be real, and this was just all his imagination. Or a dream.
Thaz pushed his saliva down to wet his drying throat. He had been with a few women before, but he was never with someone who was as stunning as her. Well, in his opinion, that was.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” she questioned him.
“Why are you really here?” he asked, still addled by this situation.
The woman’s sexy laugh rang in his ears and seemed to reverberate in the four corners of the room. She slowly got up and pushed him to lie down, straddling him. He slowly groaned as she rubbed her center against his bulge while her palms made circles on his wide muscled chest that had brown curls.
Thaz’s manhood grew harder as she moved on top of him with deliberate sexiness. Her own breathing became ragged as she kept brushing her lady parts against his hardness. He moaned when her hand moved downward to hold the band of his navy blue swimming trunks.
His heart somersaulted as she finally pulled his swimwear down his legs, and her eyes feasted on his boner that sprang free from its restraints.
“Oh, wow! You’re huge…” She praised and admired him, smiling and biting her lower lip. There was amusement and admiration in her dark sultry eyes as well when their gazes locked.
The billionaire’s mouth opened when she started to wrap her gentle fingers around his arousal. He could not describe his feelings at the moment but that it was so wonderful to be touched and to be stroked by her.
An oath made its way out of his mouth as she continued to stroke him while rubbing her hot center against his thigh and knee. He so badly wanted to touch her, but she appeared to be in control at the moment. And he let her.
His boner further glorified in her every stroke. It intensified his desire. Her one hand caressed his family jewels that made him groan with delight. He thought she was one great s*x master for making him feel this good.
No. Great. It feels so great!
He moaned again as her hand stroked him faster, and she rubbed her heated center against his knee. Oh, how he wanted to tear that skimpy underwear she had on and thrust deep inside her.
“Now where do you want to sink this big member of yours, hon?” she asked gruffly, slightly panting with excitement.
“Huh!” he snorted and laughed. “Oh, I can choose?”
“Sure, I can give you the liberty to do so. Now, tell me.” Her seductive eyes and voice egged him on as she continued to stroke his manhood up and down in a firm but gentle hold.
He groaned again, and his left hand caught her long, natural curly black hair. The strands felt soft and silky. He slowly pulled her up and closer to him by the hair until their faces were merely inches away. Their eyes locked all this time, and their hot breaths commingled.
“Are you sure you want to do this? There’s no turning back once we’ve started, sweetheart,” he warned. His eyes were blazing with desire. He let his cerulean orbs rove around her pretty face. His right hand gently sneaked around her waist and rubbed her warm and smooth skin with the pads of his fingers.
“We’ve already started, hon,” her reply with a provoking, sexy smile. She stroked his boner again, playing the tip of it with her thumb.
“Ahh… You naughty bird… Such a tease…” He groaned and thrust his hip upward. “Take off your panties now, sweetheart,” he demanded. “I want to feel your tight fanny…”
She giggled, eyes dancing with merriment. “So, you choose the one down there than my pretty mouth. Is that it?” She teased him even more.
His eyes locked on her lovely mouth that was lifted in the corners for an alluring smile. “It can wait for later, can’t it? Right now, I want to bury my joystick in here,” he answered as his hand went to slip down her front, caressing her center through her lacy panties. He could now feel the wetness of the thin fabric.
She started to moan as she stared into his eyes. She bit her lower lip and ground her hips while stroking him nonstop.
“Let’s take this off now, sweetheart,” he suggested, slipping his hand under the band of her underwear.
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