The Billionaire Who Saved Me

Expressing her love with all her feelings, Elice took a short breath. Just before she closed her eyes. Just before she touched Garrett’s lips with hers.

Garrett obviously wanted to return this expression in the same way. But when Elice kissed him, he could only freeze. With a heart that seemed to stop beating. And when Elice pulled away from the kiss, there was only one word Garrett could utter.

“Elice.”

At close range, Elice smiled. Her eyes were serene and full of love.

What Elice expressed. What Elice was doing. It was clearly not just an expression or an empty action. For even without speaking or doing anything, Garrett dared to swear. This love shone through so vividly.

This feeling filled Garrett’s chest. Amidst the pressures of work and the question marks of his family tragedy, he found that there was a reason that could make him endure. There would always be a reason to persevere. And that, of course, was Elice herself.

“I love you too.”

Just like Elice, Garrett leaned closer to his wife when he finished his confession. To do the same thing that Elice had done to him earlier.

Garrett kissed Elice. With his eyes closed and his lips parted, he sent a signal of desire that Elice immediately responded to with pleasure.

In Garrett’s kiss, Elice’s lips created a gap. She surrendered without resistance to every touch Garrett would give her.

Garrett kissed Elice with deep emotion. Always like that. Something that couldn’t be explained in words, but Elice swore that the beat she felt never changed.

Garrett’s lips moved in a captivating sway. In a rhythm that brought a familiar feeling to Elice’s entire body. Until there was nothing she could do when that natural urge rose and showed itself. Giving Elice different reasons to come closer. Slowly bridging each gap. Clinging to Garrett and really landing on his chest. For with Garrett, this determination was truly real. That a kiss would never be just a kiss.

Because when Garrett pressed his upper lips to hers, Elice felt the whole world disappear from her mind. No sorrow. No tears. And if there were any problems, with Garrett they would be easily overcome.

As easily as what Garrett did next. When he released his upper lip from Elice’s and then shifted. Only to reassure himself that he would give the same touch to her lower lip. In a kiss that felt so adoring of her lower lip.

Elice needed something to hold on to. So, she grabbed Garrett’s shoulder. Holding on there in tandem with Garrett’s touch that devoured her lips again and again.

Deeply. Demanding. In signals that indicated the kiss wouldn’t end anytime soon.

For Garrett was eager to taste the tantalizing corner of Elice’s lips. Until his lips slid over Elice’s. In sensual movements that made Elice hold her breath against his chest.

Garrett kissed the corner of Elice’s mouth. In the feminine curve that always managed to captivate him. That tasted sweet to his taste buds. That made Garrett slide the tip of his tongue. Just to caress that part in the way he liked best.

Garrett teased. He seduced. In a way that immediately brought out Elice’s moans. Making her heart beat faster in her chest. Bringing an excitement that was unbearable. Igniting a passion that quickly took over her.

It was an urge Elice couldn’t resist. A pressure she couldn’t resist. Something that made her surrender without a second thought. To let the sparks grow as she surrendered to every touch.

Because when Garrett kissed her like that, Elice found nothing more reasonable than to respond in kind.

So, Elice made sure that every kiss she received was met with the same passionate response. With full emotion. With full intoxication. Until she pushed Garrett to give something more.

Moving to a kiss that then captured her lower lip, Elice tried to hold her breath as she did the same. Seducing with kisses that stirred Garrett’s passion.

Until the touch ended with a gentle nip at the corner of Elice’s lips. To widen the gap in Elice’s lips even more. Sending a signal without words. An invitation without language.

And Garrett didn’t waste it. His tongue emerged, accepting the invitation without immediately fulfilling it. Because he had to caress first. In the form of warm and exciting strokes along Elice’s lips.

Elice’s grip on Garrett’s shoulder tightened. Her ten toes curled. Her knees trembled with the growing excitement Garrett stirred.

Elice’s breath began to catch. It felt like she couldn’t hold on, but she couldn’t resist the next temptation.

Feeling Garrett explore her mouth, offering sweet gifts for her to taste and enjoy, Elice didn’t want to let all those temptations pass. She caught Garrett’s tongue in an intimate trap that made Garrett moan in restraint.

Elice sucked on Garrett’s tongue, taking him deeper into the ocean of escalating passion. It was like the splash of gasoline in a blazing fire, igniting an increasingly intense heat. And as Elice nibbled at Garrett’s tongue, the man ignited even more.

Enjoying the seduction Elice was performing, Garrett let the passion drive his primitive side. In the form of the movements of his hands, which seemed to have a mind of their own.

Garrett’s fingers moved. At first, only in gentle strokes, feeling the softness of Elice’s bare hand. But he found that it wasn’t enough. So, he decided to explore further.

Garrett’s hand moved again. To another slender curve below. To her tantalizing waist. And Garrett squeezed just as Elice gave his tongue a sensual bite.

Garrett moaned. His hand moved again. Cupping her buttocks as Elice squirmed. Deciding she needed to change her position for more promising intimacy support.

Elice landed on Garrett. Literally landed. And she didn’t resist at all when Garrett guided her to open her legs. Just as he decided to sit up. So, he could fully immerse himself in their intimate position.

The signal had been sent and received very well. Both Elice and Garrett understood perfectly. That at this moment, everything they did and felt would be drowned in an undeniable climax.

And there were actually many reasons why the intimate shadow was not a good idea. Tomorrow, there was still work to be done. There were still tasks to be completed. But that didn’t matter now. Because when Elice sat on top of him and Garrett’s hand crept through her nightgown, it was natural instinct that won.

With one last deep kiss that Elice gave to Garrett’s tongue, he pulled away. Pulling away from the kiss that had taken almost all of his breath. They both gasped. Pressed by the need for air and passion.

There was only a brief moment for Elice and Garrett to exchange glances. Because the blush that appeared on Elice’s cheeks was a spur that Garrett couldn’t resist. To give her a kiss. And Elice closed her eyes again.

Feeling Garrett’s soft and loving kiss on her cheek, Elice let out a long breath. Only to take a deep breath when the man’s lips moved again. Slowly, as if creeping down. Tracing her face and then moving to her cleavage.

The tip of Garrett’s nose played around. Tempting sensations that instantly made Elice’s hair stand on end. Passionate and eager, she smiled. Unable to do anything but raise her neck high. Giving Garrett permission and opportunity to be more uninhibited. To gently inhale Elice’s scent there. To gently taste Elice’s skin there. To gently tease Elice’s devotion there.

Because when Garrett kissed the skin of Elice’s neck and gave a warm wetness there, Elice sighed. Letting the hum fill the air. Sending vibrations that made Garrett’s hands move again.

The thin straps holding the nightgown slipped from Elice’s shoulder. Falling to the opposite side. And Elice wriggled sensuously. Giving the smooth satin a chance to fall from her chest.

Huddling around Elice’s waist. Opening the intimacy that became Garrett’s next target. And the man’s lips descended again. Just a brief greeting to the amazing collarbone when true temptation was already calling his desire.

Garrett’s hands tugged at Elice’s waist. Weakly, Elice’s body lifted from Garrett’s lap. Because Garrett demanded that he could enjoy the temptation. His mouth opened and immediately engulfed the nipple in the warmth he possessed.

Elice threw her head back. With both hands on Garrett’s shoulders, she moaned. Pressed by the increasingly dark seduction.

Elice could feel it very clearly. How her nipples were being worshiped in Garrett’s mouth.

For with the tip of his tongue, Garrett teased Elice’s nipples. Caressing them. Pampering them. Until he elicited moans that made Elice try to close her legs.

Because not only that, Garrett also sucked on Elice’s breasts. Nibbled them. Caressed them with an intimacy that Elice had never imagined before.

And if Elice wasn’t satisfied with all these temptations, then Garrett’s fingers would gladly complete them. In the form of tantalizing squeezes of her other breasts. Which he then gave gentle pinches there. Also playing with them in touches that made Elice even more helpless.

No, it wasn’t only Elice who was helpless. Garrett felt the same way.

So, Garrett let his fingers run to the next place. Where all his fantasies were formed. In the form of mischief that made him feel intoxicated.

There was warmth. There was moisture. There was a sensation that welcomed Garrett’s fingers as they decided to slip between the edges of his wife’s underwear. Already wet with the marks of excitement.

Then Garrett’s lips planted a sensual kiss right on Elice’s neck. At the same time, his fingertips gave the first greeting down there. As if he wanted to send a wordless greeting. A signal for the next touch.

But Elice blinked. Her hands moved. They left Garrett’s shoulder and then held the man’s hand.

Garrett’s fingers, originally intended to plunge directly, suddenly stopped. He was silent for a moment. With his eyes closed and his lips on Elice’s neck, he waited.

Elice’s eyes opened. As she slowly pulled away from Garrett’s embrace. Pulling away. Creating a distance that wasn’t much.

Garrett looked at Elice. Clearly seeing the mist that covered her clear eyes. A fog similar to the one that clouded his vision.

Garrett’s jaw went up and down. He swallowed when he realized how beautiful Elice looked at that moment. With a blushing face full of desire. And he wouldn’t be wrong that Elice and he wanted the same. But why did Elice pull Garrett’s fingers out?

Because at that moment, Elice wanted Garrett to give in to the passion that now controlled him. Instead of letting Garrett enjoy her, Elice wanted the opposite.

Later. There would be a time when Garrett would regain control of himself. But not now. Where Elice ran her fingers to Garrett’s chest. Targeting the buttons and pulling them out of their holes one by one. And wordlessly, she pushed the pajamas off Garrett’s body.

The air was trapped in Garrett’s chest. When Elice kissed his chest with her wet lips, he moaned, stifled. And when Elice pushed her body gently, he could only surrender.

Garrett’s head fell back onto the pillow. With the limitations he had, he tried to look at Elice. She was still kissing his chest. Occasionally she looked at him with a look that shook his soul.

Elice descended slowly. With sensual movements full of vitality on Garrett’s body, she approached a point. A place where Garrett expected her. For it seemed not difficult for Garrett to guess what his wife wanted.

Just a little. Just enough distance that Elice created. Just enough to complete the task of her hands. To remove the pants from Garrett’s body. Along with the last barrier behind them.

Garrett’s eyeballs rolled dramatically. Then closed for a moment. Bringing darkness into Garrett’s vision. A darkness that did not evoke fear. Instead, a heartbeat that was intensely loud in his chest.

Because at that moment, Elice didn’t waste a single precious second. She rubbed Garrett’s arousal with her soft fingers. Teasing the little bit of moisture there. Caressing it. And wordlessly, she let her mouth give a sensual greeting.

Garrett seemed to forget to breathe. As the warmth and moisture enveloped his manhood, he seemed to forget everything.

“E-Elice.”

He didn’t want to, but Garrett couldn’t stop himself. Because the movements of Elice’s mouth felt like a jolt to his heart. Making his breath catch. Creating an indescribable tension.

Elice’s mouth enveloped Garrett’s manhood with a warmth he had never imagined. It was an indescribable sensation. Without words. Just a feeling that penetrated him and rendered him powerless.

“E-Elice.”

Elice lifted her eyes. Just as she pulled her face away, allowing Garrett’s manhood to slowly escape through her parted lips. But with no intention of letting go, Elice was actually holding onto the tip of Garrett’s manhood.

Garrett’s eyes blinked helplessly. He swallowed as he felt a small temptation greet the tip of his manhood. In the mischievous strokes of Elice’s warm tongue. Tickling in sparks of passion that suddenly made Garrett’s breath catch.

Garrett had to endure. Throwing off any shame for the natural superiority of his gender, he gripped the sheet. For truly. As Elice slowly submerged his manhood again, Garrett felt an increasingly urgent urge.

And in Elice’s eyes, the sight truly ignited her courage. Like a whip that pushed her to act even bolder. More seductive, and her curiosity ignited for every mischievous thought that crossed her mind.

For Elice had never imagined that Garrett would be so submissive. Never thought there would be a time when Garrett would seem helpless. And especially she hadn’t expected that he would be the cause of it all.

So, Elice took control. Her mouth teasing Garrett’s manhood until it was completely submerged. Making him widen his eyes. Almost choking. But he endured.

Because the longer Elice teased, the more she found herself tempted. Captivated by her own seduction. Which made her more and more eager.

Not only with her mouth, but the natural urge also made Elice’s slender fingers move. Not wanting to be left out of the teasing. In the form of strokes and caresses that continually tantalized Garrett’s manhood.

Garrett’s muffled moans filled the air. Filling Elice’s hearing. Urging Elice to release Garrett’s manhood from her mouth just so she could kiss the tip.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Then Elice gave a similar touch. Along the length of his manhood. Alternating with massages that continued without pause.

Until Elice’s seduction culminated in Garrett’s testicles. Which had not received enough attention from Elice. Which finally got their turn. And that made Garrett even more desperate in the wave of passion that engulfed him.

Garrett blinked. Tried to catch his breath as Elice’s fingers, tongue and mouth continued to tease him.

With those fingers, Elice stroked Garrett’s manhood. Giving massages that were incredibly tantalizing. Also teasing as she tickled his testicles.

With this tongue, Elice caressed Garrett’s manhood. Providing touches and even licks that were incredibly intoxicating. Also seductive as she stroked his shaft.

And with that mouth, Elice enveloped Garrett’s manhood. Delivering suck after suck that was incredibly intoxicating. Kissing, too, as she reached her climax.

“Oh, my goodness.”

At the right moment, Garrett stopped Elice. To prevent her from continuing her seduction. For Garrett could already see the threshold of his restraint. He didn’t want to explode prematurely.

Garrett reached for Elice. Before she could speak, he acted quickly. He laid Elice down and reversed their positions.

Garrett’s breath was heavy. Like a predator tired from stalking his prey.

“W-what’s wrong, Garrett?”

Elice blinked. Between the confusion and dizziness of the desire that urged her to finish the game, she found Garrett staring at her intensely.

“D-do you not like it?”

Garrett grimaced. He seemed pained.

“Don’t like it?” Garrett asked with difficulty. “I like it so much I thought I was going to explode in your mouth, Elice.”

Garrett took a deep breath. The confusion disappeared from Elice’s face. Replaced by satisfaction and pride. A very natural reaction when she realized that her husband enjoyed what she was doing.

So, Elice didn’t need an explanation. And neither did Garrett, who didn’t want to waste any time. He moved. He moved to remove the barrier that still held Elice captive.

In a sensual wriggle, Elice helped Garrett remove her nightgown and underwear. And she spread her legs happily. Allowing Garrett to take his rightful place.

Garrett’s hand took Elice’s. Allowing their fingers to meet and complement each other. With eyes locked, Garrett then guided his manhood. To enter the feminine passage of Elice that he longed for.

Their gaze broke. Just as Elice felt Garrett’s manhood enter her, her eyes suddenly closed. Her mouth opened and a soft sigh escaped. Vibrating her throat. Filling the air. Touching Garrett’s hearing.

Until a kiss landed on her cheek, causing Elice to open her eyes. Only to find how deeply Garrett looked at her. With tenderness. With a feeling that made Elice feel as if the world disappeared from her eyes.

There was only Garrett.

There was only Elice.

There was only the two of them in the world they had created. A world filled with the worship of love. It made them merge and become whole.

Because this was certainly not just about physical intimacy. Because there would never be a physical intimacy that felt so heartbreaking. No. Not if there was no love uniting them.

Because when Garrett looked at Elice, he could find every reason he needed to endure. Elice was his goal. Elice was everything. So for Elice, Garrett would give everything.

Garrett remembered to let Elice know how much he loved her. Without having to say anything. Because through the touches he gave, Elice could surely feel it.

Oh, dear. Even if Elice were blind or deaf, she wouldn’t miss everything that was created. This love really existed. It grew without being asked. It took root without being expected. And it strengthened two individuals who adored each other.

So when Garrett moved and took back his dominance, there was nothing more reasonable for Elice to do than to surrender to Garrett.

Elice let Garrett lead her in the rhythm of love that intoxicated them both. In a dance so intimate and deep with feeling between them.

Garrett moved with such softness that Elice felt overwhelmed in her chest. Inside, filled with a happiness that made her so hypnotized. How could there be such an incredible love?

Even when Garrett pressed himself against her, Elice never felt any selfishness. Just like Garrett, who always made sure that every thrust he gave wouldn’t hurt Elice. Instead, it would only bring pleasure and joy. Exactly what Garrett felt.

Because when Garrett’s manhood filled Elice, he felt as if his heart stopped beating. The devotion and submission that Elice offered was proof of how much she trusted him.

Not just in words. Elice trusted him with body and soul. She gave everything without any reservations.

For that reason, Garrett would feel guilty if he didn’t give everything he could. He would position himself correctly. Push in the right place. Without forgetting to indulge in the right seduction.

Elice’s ears were not spared Garrett’s kisses. He devoured them. Nibbling at Elice’s earlobes. Sending shivers that made Elice moan.

Elice closed her eyes. Sighing constantly, a smile curving her lips. She enjoyed how Garrett’s lips continued to caress her.

It was truly an intoxicating touch. As Garrett’s manhood continued to mesmerize her below, there were lips and fingers that did not join in the teasing.

Garrett wooed Elice. He breathed in the scent of Elice’s hair. He moved slowly to plant a kiss on her cheek.

Garrett’s hand cupped Elice’s waist. While his other hand landed on her chest. Squeezing and caressing in ways Elice had never imagined.

“Garrett.”

Elice couldn’t help it. Sighing the man’s name over and over as their lovemaking made her head spin.

Evidenced by Elice’s hand then rising. She needed a grip as their lovemaking made her float. She needed to be sure she was still on earth. Not in heaven, as she thought.

So, Elice’s ten fingers landed on Garrett’s shoulder. Squeezing. But no. That wasn’t enough for Elice.

Then Elice grabbed Garrett’s neck. Pulled the man closer to her. So, he could hear every moan she made.

Sweat splashed. Running down. Not just on Garrett’s body. But also on Elice’s body.

Wet. Sticky. That’s what penetrated their bodies. It made Garrett and Elice move closer to each other without any barriers. They stuck together tightly.

Inseparable.

Unravelable by anything in the world.

Because only Elice would love Garrett like that. And vice versa. Only Garrett would accept Elice with all his heart.

Until their lovemaking fused them more and more, Garrett was pressured by his somewhat lacking reason. He found himself caught between the demands of passion and the hope of feeling.

But Elice’s embrace erased any doubts Garrett might have felt. Because he knew that Elice wanted what he wanted.

So, Garrett held on to Elice. Pressed against her. He used his large body to dominate Elice completely.

And Elice made sure of that. When Garrett pressed again with full demand, she didn’t refuse. Instead, she smiled and continued to sigh. Wordless signals that she liked it.

Elice liked it when Garrett pressed hard against her femininity.

Elice liked it when Garrett thrust deep into her.

Elice liked it when Garrett did everything.

Then Garrett thought of nothing else. Except to give what they both wanted.

“Elice.”

Garrett clasped Elice’s waist. And Elice quickly understood his meaning. She returned the favor by wrapping both of her legs around Garrett’s waist.

Garrett’s waist moved repeatedly. Forwards and backwards. Bringing his manhood in and out of Elice’s femininity.

Garrett growled. Feeling how warm and tight Elice’s femininity was, dazzling him more and more. Making him unable to restrain himself. He was pushed and pushed harder.

Until at one point Garrett pushed in with the right position and Elice suddenly tensed. The sensation came and made Elice sway.

Elice whimpered. Endlessly. And her embrace around Garrett’s neck tightened. Not only that. She grabbed Garrett’s hair with all her might.

“Garrett, oh, Garrett.”

Garrett understood exactly what Elice wanted. So he sped up his movements. He kept pressing. Pressed harder. Until finally Garrett swallowed his saliva.

There was a grip Garrett felt inside. Coinciding with a scream that burst into the air.

It was Elice. Who couldn’t hold back and finally decided to surrender. Powerless and broken. Dispersed in the ocean of pleasure that successfully drowned her.

But Garrett wouldn’t let Elice drown alone. Because the pleasure that hit Elice clearly had its own effect on Garrett’s resistance.

Elice’s femininity felt more and more captivating to Garrett’s masculinity. It felt more and more captivating. So much so that Garrett had to clench his jaw.

Garrett growled into Elice’s ear. He held on to Elice’s body. And then let his natural instincts take over.

Garrett lost control. He was panting. Pressed by desire and passion.

Until not a sound could be heard. Except for sighs and moans. Echoing back and forth from Elice’s and Garrett’s lips.

Alternating. Interrupting each other. Joining in a melodious chant.

The passion grew fiercer. The tumult roared louder. And everything around them seemed senseless.

There was only the thirst that demanded satisfaction. So Garrett quickened the pace of their lovemaking.

Garrett pushed. He pushed. Then thrust.

Hard. And deeper.

Until there was nothing left. Except the increasingly unbridled feeling.

So, in a moment when all the passion merged into sparks of love, Garrett could only surrender to the surge of passion. It took control and allowed Garrett to act beyond his reason.

Garrett went blindly. Moving with increasing fervor until Elice closed her eyes tightly. Biting her lower lip and powerless when Garrett invited them to float together again.

For when Garrett growled and his face hardened, he was cornered. Unable to evade and only able to surrender. Giving one last thrust that made him collapse.

Garrett was thrown. Thrown into a world without air. Where there was nothing. Just him and Elice alone. Screaming together as Garrett broke inside her.

Garrett.

Elice.

Two beings who gasped and ran out of air as pleasure exploded them. Becoming meaningless fragments. Then melting. Merging. Becoming one.

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