Billionaire Undaunted: The Billionaire's Obsession ~ Zane (12 page)

His expression was fierce as she glanced up at him, his eyes nearly devouring her mostly-nude body with appreciation.

“I think I’ve always been waiting for you,” she admitted quietly, finally meeting his eyes as they drifted to her face. “But I’m scared.”

“Why?” he asked urgently, sounding slightly wounded. “I’d never hurt you, Ell.”

She shook her head. “It’s not that. I want you. I want to be with you. But after it’s over, I’m scared that I’ll crave you every single day.”

He ran his fingers slowly from the gorgeous necklace that she was wearing down her body until he reached her barely-there panties. His fingers rubbed over the silky material, teasing her with the pleasure she knew she could experience with him and only him. The reason she hadn’t had sex before was simple: she’d never wanted anyone except Zane.

“Then crave me, Ellie. For fuck’s sake, crave me as much as I crave you,” he answered huskily, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, and the side of her mouth. “Need me so badly that you think you’re going crazy. I’ll be there to take away the ache because I know exactly how it feels.”

She felt naked, both emotionally and physically, as she stood before him almost nude. Her arms crept around his neck and she speared a hand through his thick hair, glorying in the feel of the strands sliding between her fingers. “Yes,” she answered simply. “Please.”

Ellie immediately felt her body being lifted and carried, not knowing where they were going until he set her down in the middle of his own bed. “I want to do this right, Ellie. I don’t want you to feel a moment of pain.”

She didn’t care if it hurt, as long as she could get Zane inside her as quickly as possible. “I don’t care. I just want you.”

“You already have me,” he growled as he started to strip off his clothes. “And I have no intention of letting you go.”

She was nervous. Not that Ellie had any desire to back away now. Dammit, she’d almost died at the hands of a sociopath. She wanted to find out what it felt like to be with someone who cared about her, a man she’d wanted for so long she wasn’t sure when the deep ache inside her had begun. But her lack of experience was making her anxious.

“I don’t know what to do,” she confessed, sitting cross-legged on the bed as she watched Zane remove his bow tie and yank it from his neck. Ellie licked her dry lips apprehensively as he started on his shirt, revealing muscular abs and a toned torso that her fingers were itching to touch.

“Anything you want, Ellie. Whatever you need.”

“I need to touch you,” she said breathlessly as she watched him shrug out of his shirt.

He froze as she slowly scrambled off the bed to stand beside him.

F
ollowing her instincts, Ellie reached down and unbuttoned his trousers, pulling the zipper down carefully. She might have never gone all the way, but she was familiar with the touchy-feely making out part. But it had been a while. She fumbled as she grasped the waistband of his pants and tugged them down, taking the black boxer briefs down with the tuxedo pants.

Dropping to her knees, she kept pulling, surprised when his freed cock almost hit her in the face. “It’s enormous,” Ellie murmured incredulously as she tried to wrap her fist around his member when it was completely erect.

Zane groaned, and stroked a hand over her hair. “Jesus Christ. I might not live through this.”

She let go of him immediately and finished removing his pants and underwear. Zane stepped out of them obligingly. “I’m sorry. Did I do something wrong?” Ellie couldn’t hide the worry in her tone.

“No, baby. It’s not you.” He pulled her to her feet and wrapped his arms around her. “But seeing you on your knees with my dick in your hands is like a goddamn fantasy for me.”

Ellie wasn’t sure if that was good or bad, but she was totally willing to do it again. “I don’t mind fulfilling any of your fantasies,” she said eagerly.

He brushed a curl from her face as he replied, “Be careful what you promise, Ell. I have a very dirty imagination when it comes to you,” he answered dangerously.

A shiver went up her spine as Zane lowered his hand from her waist to her bare ass, stroking over it as he threaded the fingers of his other hand through her hair. “I need to take this slow, sweetheart. This isn’t just a fuck for me.”

He picked her up and laid her in the middle of the bed again, but this time he came down on top of her.

“Not for me either,” she agreed shakily, the feel of the warm, satiny skin of his chest making contact with her sensitive nipples muddling her brain.

She ran her hands over every inch of bare skin she could touch—over his shoulders, back and then up again—drowning in the sensation of being able to feel him against her skin-to-skin.

“God, you feel so good,” she moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist, her body already demanding satisfaction.

“Things are about to feel a hell of a lot better,” Zane rasped as he rolled off her body and to her right side.

She mewled with disappointment, hating the loss of connection with him…until she felt his hand cupping her breast, his mouth lowering to suck one of her hard nipples into his mouth.

Ellie had been felt up by guys before, but Zane wasn’t just a guy. He was a grown man who knew exactly how to touch her. Squirming as he bit gently on one of the solid peaks, she started to hyperventilate as he pinched the other one.

There was no real pain, and he soothed her with his tongue after the arousing nips and pinches. The combination was so erotic that her core was vibrating with tiny spasms, and she lifted her hips in frustration.

“Zane. Please. I ache.”

“I want you to ache,” he acknowledged hoarsely as his hand moved down her belly. “I want you to feel, baby. I want you to experience everything.”

His fingers brushed over the square of silk over her pussy, making Ellie shudder. “What I want right now is to experience you fucking me,” she insisted. She’d waited so long for this moment, and her body was demanding she experience the main event.

“You will,” he answered huskily, his words muffled against her breasts. “But not yet.” He pulled on her thigh. “Open for me, Ellie. Spread your legs and let me touch you.”

His voice was so demanding, so persuasive that she obeyed immediately, spreading her legs apart, feeling so vulnerable that it was almost frightening.

Then, she forgot about her apprehension as Zane traced a finger over the lips of her pussy through the silk, and then promptly gave the panties a hard yank, breaking the strings and causing the garment to come apart in his hand. He tossed the ruined underwear to the floor, after he pulled slow and steady on the thong, letting the soft material slide sensually between the cheeks of her ass.

Totally exposed, Ellie had a hard time not clamping her thighs together, but once he touched her, she was completely lost.

His fingers slid easily through her wet folds, all of them working together as his thumb flicked over her clit while he still caressed the rest of her sensitive pink flesh.

“Oh, God. That feels good.
So
good.” Ellie closed her eyes, her back arching as his talented fingers aroused her to the point of insanity. She felt him moving down her body, his hair occasionally brushing her bare skin.

“I hope this feels even better,” he answered with a growl.

She squealed as she felt his hot, wet tongue slide over her, zeroing in on the tiny bundle of nerves that was pulsating against his mouth. Zane gave no mercy, devouring her pussy like he hadn’t eaten in months. His actions were carnal and raw, his entire face buried between her thighs.

“I can’t take it anymore, Zane. Please,” she whimpered, her hands sinking into his hair as she felt her impending climax.

Her hips rose up as his fingers found the tight entrance to her sheath and experimentally slipped one finger into her untried body, and then added another. “Baby, you’re so damn tight,” he cursed, lifting his head for a brief instant while he fucked her with his fingers.

Ellie couldn’t reply. Her muscles clamped around his fingers and his tongue brushed over and over her clit; this time, her orgasm rolled over her like huge waves of relief and ecstasy. “Yes. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” she begged, her hands urging Zane’s mouth harder against her as she gyrated her hips to grind her pussy against him.

The force of her climax stunned her, the strong pulsations rocking her body, not wanting to cease.

Ellie clung to his hair as Zane continued to torment and tease, wringing every drop of pleasure from her that he could get. He licked at the juices she’d released during the powerful orgasm, keeping her in a constant state of arousal.

“Fuck me, Zane.
Please
. I need you,” she whimpered, thrashing her head from side to side.

She might have already come hard, but her body wouldn’t be satiated until the two of them were joined, locked together with his body pressed against hers.
Inside
her.

“Ellie…sweetheart, I don’t have a fucking condom.”

His face was suddenly above her, his eyes feral and dark as he looked at her with so much longing that it yanked at Ellie’s heart. “I thought all guys carried condoms,” she murmured as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I don’t…I haven’t…oh, fuck! It’s been a long time for me. Years,” Zane rumbled. “I got tired of the bullshit and gave up after I found out my girlfriend was moving on to greener pastures. If I need it, I get myself off.”

The thought of Zane stroking himself to orgasm was so erotic that Ellie had to close her eyes on his intense expression. “Fuck me, Zane. I think you already know that I’ve never been with anyone, and when I went to a follow-up appointment here in Rocky Springs, I asked my doctor to give me birth control.”

“Why?” Zane asked in a graveled tone.

“I was on it before I was kidnapped. I had bad periods. But I do it now to make myself feel safer. Don’t ask me to explain, because I don’t understand it myself. But Dr. Natalie said it’s normal to feel afraid of something happening again.”

“I know I’m clean,” Zane told her bluntly. “But I want you to see the medical documents.”

“I don’t need papers. I just need
you
,” she answered, opening her eyes and feeling the warm rush between her thighs as she met his tortured gaze. “I trust you,” she whispered loud enough for him to hear.

Zane stared at her for a moment before he leaned down and kissed her with a longing that her soul immediately answered. She opened to him, let him take her mouth as roughly as he wanted. Ellie wanted to feel his desire, and she kissed him back just as savagely.

He didn’t warn her before he pushed his massive cock into her, nor did he hesitate. One stroke and he was deep inside her, and then he stopped, burying himself to the root and pausing so she could get used to his size.

She pulled her mouth from his, panting. “You’re so damn big.”

Zane let out a groan of pleasure before he replied, “Baby, you’re so tight and wet that I’m not going to last very long. Fuck! This all seems so surreal.”

Ellie agreed completely. The momentary pain of accepting a cock as big as his was beginning to fade, and her body was insisting he move. Wrapping her legs around his waist instinctively, she swiveled her hips against him, her body begging him to fuck her.

When he started to move, Ellie felt elated. When he started to enter and retreat, pumping into her like his life depended on it, she knew she’d never be the same. The intimacy of their primal connection was physically explosive and blissfully emotional.

Ellie wallowed in Zane’s possessive claiming of her body, and she raised her hips to meet every frantic stroke of his cock as their bodies tangled together in one big mass of heat and need.

He reached between their bodies, searching and finding her clit. “Come for me, Ellie. I can’t wait any longer. Not this time. But I’m not fucking leaving you behind,” he grunted, his finger stroking urgently over her clit as he continued to slam his cock inside her over and over again.

The stimulation on that tiny bundle of nerves forced her to explode, her body feeling like it was being torn to pieces as she started a strong, different kind of climax that she’d never experienced before. “
Yes. Oh, God. It’s too much
.”

“Let go, baby. Take what you want,” he urged desperately.

All she wanted was Zane, and that included seeing him get off. She clung to his sweat-laden shoulder, their bodies sliding together erotically as the pulsations became strong, and then impossibly more intense.

“Zane!” She screamed out his name as sensation overwhelmed her.

He covered her mouth with his, as though he wanted to claim her exclamation of pleasure as his. The kiss was rough, covetous, and greedy, and Ellie welcomed it. She shuddered with ecstasy as the crescendo started to calm, the muscles within the walls of her sheath clamping down on Zane’s cock.

Ellie’s short nails dug into the skin of his back, needing to find purchase to keep her grounded.

He yanked his mouth from hers. “Fuck!” he groaned, lifting his upper body on his forearms, his head thrown back, every muscle in his body tight as her contractions made him spill himself inside her.

Ellie was panting, her body spent, but her heart was still racing as she watched Zane in his moment of release. He’d never looked more gorgeous than he did right now, his pleasure seemingly so acute that it was almost painful.

Finally, he relaxed, resting his body on top of hers. Ellie gently threaded her fingers into his hair and cradled his head against her shoulder as they both struggled for breath.

“Jesus! Did I hurt you? Please tell me I didn’t,” Zane said between ragged breaths.

She smiled as she stroked his irresistible head of hair. It was perfect.
He
was perfect. “You didn’t hurt me. You were worth waiting for, Zane.”

He rose up, causing her fingers to slide out of his hair as he speared her with an intense stare, a look that seemed to be searching to see if she was telling the truth.

Stroking her fingers over the five o’clock shadow on his jaw, she repeated, “You didn’t hurt me. Really. My first time was more amazing than I could have dreamed about. Thank you.”

“Christ! Don’t thank me for something I’ve desperately wanted for so long. It’s not like I was doing you a favor.” Zane broke their stare as he rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him. “It should have been longer and much gentler,” he answered in a self-deriding tone as he stroked his hand over her hair and down her back.

She sighed. “It was mind-blowingly amazing.” Her spent body was relaxed and still humming with a pleasant post-coital bliss.

“Then you’re easily pleased,” Zane remarked with a lazy humor in his voice.

“Are you having performance anxiety?” she teased him.

“This was a first for me, too. Maybe a little,” he admitted freely. “I can assure you, I’ve never had any problems before.”

Ellie let out a startled laugh at his sudden arrogance. “I’m sure you haven’t if what just happened was any indication of your previous performances.”

“They never mattered, Ell,” he replied hoarsely. “This time, I wanted everything to be good for you.”

She had to swallow the lump in her throat before she could speak. “I’m glad it was you,” she told him simply, unable to express how much it meant to her that he gave a damn.

All this time, Ellie knew she’d been waiting for this day, this evening. She’d been waiting for Zane Colter, even though he had always been an impossible dream that she just couldn’t let go of.

“It will always be me,” he grumbled, putting a possessive hand on her ass. “This wasn’t a one-timer. I still have all those dirty thoughts about you that I need to make a reality.”

Ellie thought for a moment before she spoke. “Zane, I don’t want you to feel like you have to do anything more.” He’d been hurt by a woman before, and she wasn’t going to force their relationship.