Dumped A Scumbag At The Altar For A One Night Stand With A Billionaire-Chapter 20: Take It Slow

Celine felt her heart flutter harder at his words. Working in the entertainment industry, she was used to being praised for her beauty, yet no one had ever spoken to her with such passion or intimacy.

She had felt extremely shy, wondering if he would find her attractive enough, she had never had the experience of being intimate with a man, and she knew every man had his own preference when it came to a woman’s body, for a moment she had thought... what if he didn’t like her?

But his words made a smooth trail of relief wash into her chest, that self doubt became nothing but an afterthought that dissipated into a sweet warmth coiling tightly in her lower belly, a trail of damp heat formed between her legs.

His lips crashed onto her shoulders, biting and nibbling his way upwards and a small moan escaped her mouth. With nervously trembling hands, she slowly began to undress him by pushing his coat down his shoulders, he allowed it to fall by his feet.

She didn’t want to be lagging behind, she was a willing participants in this and his every touch was bringing crazy sensations into her, she wanted to do the same for him too, wanted him to feel the same thing she was feeling too.

He didn’t say a word nor tried to stop her, in fact he offered encouragements when she fiddled with his clothes unaware of how to take it off him. Not a long while later, he stood before her in a powerfully towering form of a naked man.

Her eyes trailed over him, from his perfectly broad, masculine shoulders, to the taut muscles that made up his form, muscles that flexed under her slightests touch.

Hesitantly, she looked into his eyes seeing a mirror of heat just like how she felt, and gained a little bit of courage to raise her hands, her touch was fleeting when she allowed her fingers to rest on his shoulder then trailed downwards, when her fingers skimmed over his chest, she heard his breath hitch. She was startled at first before she realized her touch had the same effect on him as his had on her.

It made her a bit bolder, trailing her fingers further downwards, over the ridges of his abdominal muscles down to the tapered part of his waist, his skin was smooth and hard to the touch. She didn’t realize when her hands reached the lower parts of him, when her fingers lightly grazed a large and hard object, she gasped softly and pulled her hand backwards.

Could she...touch that part of him?

She wondered quietly before hesitantly letting her hand settle flatly on his lower belly, she felt the slow rise and fall with every time he breathed, and his breathing always turned labored whenever she touched him.

Slowly, she allowed her hands to go lower in exploration until she felt it again, her fingers trailed it’s length and it awed her. The thick veins that lined it’s length, how aggressively hard it felt to the touch. The moment her hand touched it, she heard a deep sound rumble from him and when she looked up she noticed how his eyes closed.

Something in her loved that she was making him feel this way.

Letting her instinct lead her, she wrapped her fingers around it, it’s girth startled her and she let go at the same time a deep groan escaped his throat.

Again, she reached her hands forward to touch him, berating herself for always getting startled and pulling away, but this time, he grabbed her wrist before she could. She raised innocently inexperienced eyes to look at him nervously.

"Did I...do something wrong?" She whispered meekly, her nervousness bleeding into her voice.

"No, it’s just right but, if you keep touching me like that I might not be able to hold back."

Her touch felt like it could unravel him, tearing him open in ways he had never allowed another woman to do. He never gave women the liberty to touch him, but with her he stayed still, loving how soft her fingers felt, loving how slow and explorative her touch was.

It almost felt like she had never touched a man before, and there was an appreciative way she looked at him that he enjoyed immensely.

If pleasure had felt this way for him in the past he might have become addicted to it, because the way she looked at him felt addictive, the way she touched him felt addictive, it had only just started, but it felt like he could never get enough.

"Let’s take it slow, shall we?" He asked.

Celine nodded and he lifted her away without warning, setting her down on the massive bed, his eyes roaming over her body fully as she was laid bare before him.

Just the sight of her was enough to have a man’s blood leaping in his veins in full seduction, and once again he despised the fact that another man might have been with her like this before.

After tonight, if she ever thought of intimacy, he wanted her to remember him and feel like no other man had made her feel the kind of pleasure he had. It was a twistedly possessive thought that kept coming into his head repeatedly. He wanted to leave his mark all over her body, on every single inch of her.

Damn, he needed to get a grip.

"I...I don’t know what to do next." She said nervously seeing how he quietly stood over her watching her with those searing eyes as if he wanted to gobble her up entirely.

The way he looked at her made her feel like the most beautiful thing in existence, because it was exactly what she could see in his gaze.

He lowered down, covering her body with his, her small body fitting perfectly underneath his.

"It’s okay, just follow my lead." The nervous uncertain parts of her made him feel like she had never done this before, but it was just impossible...she was too breathtaking, and she had dated that fiancee of hers for a few years, surely he wouldn’t have been able to keep his hands off her.

Again, the thought enraged him but he suppressed it by lowering his mouth to kiss her. Immediately their lips touched, his displeasure melted because she kissed him back with the same hunger her had for her.

She couldn’t focus on his kisses alone, not when his hands roamed everywhere on her body. He cupped her breast in his large palm, toying with her nipple in a sensual way.

"Tristan." With her eyes closed, she didn’t realize when she breathed his name as a sweet shiver engulfed her. Instinctively, she arched her back further pressing herself into him, she could feel his arousal rock hard against her thigh and she gasped when his mouth caught her nipple, slowly sucking it into his hot mouth.