His Demands: An Age Gap, Billionaire Boss Romance (Silver Fox Daddies)

We move toward the bedroom, closing the door behind us. Slowly, with a reverence that surprises even me, I gently slide my fingers beneath the straps of her dress, allowing it to slowly fall away, revealing skin that’s soft and inviting under my fingertips. I’d missed this. I’ve been dying to touch her again. Her breath quickens, her chest rising and falling with anticipation.

There’s a nervous excitement in her eyes, a willingness to explore the unknown territory we’re venturing into.

I sense her nervousness but also her willingness, her trust in me to guide her through this experience. It’s a responsibility I don’t take lightly. This isn’t just the whim of a hot moment, a response to a saucy text. This is our first night as husband and wife. With every touch, every kiss, I’m careful to gauge her reactions, ensuring she’s comfortable and that this is what she wants.

As her last garment slips away, leaving her exposed and vulnerable, I take a moment to appreciate her beauty in this specific context. My woman. The dim light casts her in a soft glow, highlighting the contours of her body. She’s stunning, a vision of desire and openness that captivates me entirely.

Julie stands before me, the lights casting a gentle glow on her. I’m struck by the sheer beauty of her form. Her skin is soft and luminous, a canvas of natural grace that invites my touch. Her shoulders are delicately curved, leading down to arms that have a subtle strength to them. Her breasts are full and round, her nipples small and pink. My gaze moves down, all along her figure, down to the thatch of blonde hair above her womanhood. There’s a tingling sensation in my upper lip, a remnant of that night on her couch.

God, I want her.

‘Come here,’ I growl, my voice low and laced with desire. As we approach the bed, each step feels charged with an exhilarating anticipation.

Julie’s gaze meets mine, a mixture of excitement and a hint of apprehension dancing in her eyes. ‘Ivan,’ she whispers, her voice a velvet caress that sends shivers down my spine.

She lays back and I climb onto the bed, my body hovering over hers. The proximity heightens the intensity of the moment, each breath we take mingling in the charged air between us.

‘You’re beautiful,’ I say, not just as a compliment, but as a simple statement of truth. My hands gently trace the contours of her body, exploring the landscape that’s both familiar and still so new.

Julie’s response is a soft sigh, her body responding to my touch with a subtle arching up toward me. ‘And you are too damn handsome for your own good,’ she breathes out, her hands reaching up to caress my face.

I savor the moments before we make love, drinking in the sight of her naked body beneath me. I’m hard as stone, my cock throbbing with an eagerness to be buried inside her. Julie reaches down, wrapping her slender fingers around my manhood, a small smile forming on her full, luscious lips.

“Tell me what you want,” I command, lowering myself to kiss her, the tip of my cock grazing against her slick folds.

“You. I want you.” She flashes me a sly smile.

“Then show me.”

She strokes me a bit more, the backs of her nails grazing against the underside of my cock. Julie takes hold of me once more, pulling me into her. I feel her lips spread, followed by the warmth of her pussy as my head pushes in.

“Oh…. Oh, wow…” she gasps.

The words are carried by her hot breath as I sink into her balls deep. She’s tight, but with a slow, deep plunge, I stretch her out, reach her depth. She moans, squirming underneath me as she wraps her legs around my waist, guiding me in as far as I can go.

I lower myself as I pull back and push into her again. She opens those gorgeous eyes, looking right at me. She’s innocent and vulnerable, but there’s a sly, animal hunger to the way she regards me, as if she’s ready to show me her wild side.

I build my pace, pushing into her over and over, her warm walls gripping me.

“God,” she moans. “If only you knew how many times I’ve fantasized about this.”

Her words turn me on even more than I already am.

“I know one of them, at least,” I say with a mischievous grin, referring to the overheard self-pleasuring episode that started our little arrangement.

She laughs, but her amused expression quickly turns back to one of serious, focused passion. I plunge into her again and again, her hair splaying out around her head like a fan of fire, her breasts bouncing with the power of each thrust.

As the intensity between us builds, I stay focused on Julie, attuned to her every reaction, every breath. My movements become more deliberate, each stroke designed to heighten her pleasure, to bring her closer to the edge. I can feel her body tensing, the anticipation building within her.

‘Let go, Julie,’ I whisper, my voice low and encouraging as I slip a hand between us and draw deliberate circles on her swollen clit.

Her response is immediate and uninhibited. She arches beneath me, a symphony of soft moans and quickened breaths filling the space between us. I continue to move, my own desire mirroring hers, each moment drawing us closer to a shared climax.

Finally, she crosses that threshold, a wave of release washing over her. Her body shudders beneath me, a beautiful, raw expression of pleasure that drives me to my own edge. I feel her pussy tighten around my shaft, the intensity in her eyes urging me on.

With a few more purposeful thrusts, I join her in that exquisite release. It’s a moment of profound connection, of two people lost in the sheer intensity of the experience. Our breaths mingle, our bodies intertwined in the aftermath, basking in the glow of a deeply shared intimacy.

Lying there in the serene afterglow, as the hum of the airplane engines blends into the background, I turn to Julie, a playful smile touching my lips. ‘I don’t think we’re going to be leaving this room before we land,’ I tease, my voice a mix of satisfaction and amusement.

Julie laughs, her eyes alive with a gleam of mischief. ‘Awfully sure of yourself, aren’t you?’

I raise an eyebrow, intrigued by her playful challenge. ‘Are you going to tell me I’m wrong?’

She leans closer, her breath a warm whisper against my cheek. ‘Nope, not even close.’

Pulling her into my arms, I nuzzle my face into her hair and breathe deeply.

We lay together in the quiet that follows, a tangle of limbs and contentment. It’s not long before she drifts off to sleep, and I’m quick to follow her.