Paris Was The Place I Met My Billionaire Lover (My Sweet Billionaire Love Story Series) by Kiera Zane Page B

were kissing not only with their lips, but with their entire faces, with their entire bodies, with their entire selves and entire souls.
    Caitlyn leaned Julien back, kissing his neck.  Her lips lazily found his broad chest. 
    Julien put both his hands flat on Caitlyn’s head, fingers easily brushing through that thick blonde hair, stalks between his strong yet gentle fingers.  Caitlyn’s tongue filled Julien’s belly button, his flat stomach rising and quivering.
    Caitlyn used her front teeth to pull Julien’s belt out of the buckle.  Once she pulled the belt open, she used the same technique on the slacks themselves.
    Caitlyn’s fingers wrapped firmly around him, tugging and squeezing before sliding him into her warm, wet mouth.  Her tongue traced his every curve.  Caitlyn’s throat quivered, cheeks stretching.
    She nuzzled him, kissed him, pressing him hard to her face, her little nose a playful nub.
    “Oh yeah,” Julien hissed through quickened breath.  “So good, Caitlyn, sooo goood...”
    Julien groaned as he returned to Caitlyn’s intimate opening.  He pressed himself in as she wrapped herself around him.  Caitlyn opened her mouth but made no sound to adjoin Julien’s introductory motion. 
    Julien lowered himself with an easy circular pattern to activate Caitlyn’s nerves, restless and stirring beneath every inch of tender pink.
    Julien pressed further, sliding into her precious treasure, measured thrusts delighting and arousing them both.  Subtle tilts and movements of Julien’s hips pressed him into the crown of Caitlyn’s womanhood, her pelvis rushing with seething pleasure.  Her pulse rose alongside her passion.
    Julien let Caitlyn’s anticipation rise, flooding her taught body, nearly bursting in her veins, pushing her heart rate to near-impossible speeds, driving perspiration to collect and then recede down her face and along the crevice running lengthwise down the center of her back.
    “C’mon, Julien, c’mon.”  Caitlyn forced a quicker rhythm with her own gyrating hips. 
    “No,” Julien said in a low sexy growl, “no rush, Caitlyn, no rush...”
    Julien smiled.   Caitlyn knew that he loved watching her writhe, her anticipation swelling, suspense heightening, muscles stretching, orgasm growing.  And the more time it had to grow, the more beautiful and the more wondrous the flower would ultimately be. 
    Julien said, “No, pretty one...”
    Caitlyn groaned louder as he met her unseen surfaces.  Tension strained within, fingers clawing into Julien’s broad, hairless back, teeth gritted, breath hissing.  Caitlyn clutched and clamped with every ounce of her frenzied strength, her slick liquid barrier only bringing them closer with each searing stroke.
    “That’s it, Julien,” Caitlyn said as he pressed her tissues back even further.  Then Julien skipped a long beat and returned full-force. 
    Caitlyn’s teeth pressed together so tight they nearly shattered from the pressure.
    Julien’s mastery pushed Caitlyn’s body past the point of mere convulsion.  She jittered as if electrocuted from the inside, which is exactly how she felt; burning, crackling, shaking. 
    Dying.
    Living.
    Juices were swirling and gathering within Caitlyn once more, every inch of her accepting Julien, devouring him, cradling him.  Their bodies pressed and pounded and ultimately froze in that crazed, chaotic aftermath which stumbled after the blinding rushes of their heated, simultaneous orgasms.
    Caitlyn finally released a long, heaving sigh, pulling Julien into her dewy nape, fingers lazily strolling through his hair.  They lay there quietly, knowing that despite their mutual desires, there was every possibility that this would be their last such encounter and that, after her departure in the morning, the two may never set eyes on each other again. 
    * * *
    It was a long, miserable flight back to Los Angeles, Caitlyn haunted by memories of Julien at the airport, kissing her, hugging her,