The Carrero Effect - Falling for the Boss (Billionaire CEO)

I stay still and quiet, waiting now he’s no longer touching any part of my body and the inability to see has heightened all my other senses drastically. I flinch and yelp when a warm hand touches my inner thigh, then giggle in reaction and hear him stifle a soft laugh.

A warm mouth follows, causing me to arch my back from the bed in response, it feels completely different and far too good. Held captive, completely at his mercy and unable to predict his movements. Every single touch is heightened to an intoxicating degree. I’m vulnerable with no control in every way, but I like it, it’s exhilarating because I’m so completely trusting of him and know I am safe, even tied down and exposed. Old Emma would have died like this.

He unties the straps of my bikini pants, slowly, pulling them free, sliding them away, my body lifting to aid the removal. His knees dip the bed at each side of my hips, so I guess he’s straddling me, but nothing else touches me.

Soft lips graze my cleavage, so I jump again and laugh impulsively, nerves on high alert, still held in my bikini top as his warm fingers trace the thin straps up to my neck, sliding behind to pull it free. The bow unravels, letting the soft damp fabric be pulled out from behind me easily. A hot firm hand slides under my back and I arch upwards, allowing the removal of the second tie, inhaling slowly and deeply when the bikini is pulled away completely. I’m fully naked and utterly his to do with as he pleases. This slow act he has going on is building up the tension inside of me, the anticipation to feverish levels.

His warm breath hovers over my abdomen, the weight shifting down the bed as he moves. I keep tilting my head to try and figure out what he’s doing but I’ve never felt so alert, so in anticipation of a touch. His lips come to my skin and again I tense abruptly, relaxing to the small gentle kisses, a lick, then his mouth moves to the apex of my thighs. He hovers, blowing gently, sending a thousand sparks through me before his warm sensual tongue probes me deeply. I moan out loud, writhing within my confines and tug against them as I respond.

doing, and it makes it all the more erotic. This is a

to my clitoris that makes my body shudder and writhe in ecstasy. Wet, hot softness of his tongue entering me over and over, teasing, sucking, probing. Gentle pleasurable jolts shoot through me, bringing me to the brink, his breath on my most secret part achingly good. I bite my lip hard,

I tug again and the cuff jerks against me. It’s so in contrast to what he’s doing, it only adds to the effect. Harshness and a biting ache of being held prisoner and then sensual softness and deep pleasure as though he’s serving me. There’s something so highly sexual about surrendering myself to him this way, letting

thundering glory, unable to tense and pull my legs in yet it only makes it even more mind-blowing. Leaving me exposed to him, he doesn’t stop as I cry out, his tongue pushing in for a final assault, his hands on my hips, yanking me down to force me further into him which causes an almost instant second explosion of ecstasy. I groan out wildly as I convulse more harshly. This time the stars going off in my darkened

through me again despite two orgasms. His lips graze my neck, his hands on my breasts, stroking, teasing, exploring me. His fingertips tug at my erect nipples and in turn it causes me to strain at

his shorts, the damp sea water is cold against my overheated skin, so sensual and sends sparks in every direction. A jolt like a thunderbolt. I push against him savoring the feeling, the inner ache for his body to join with mine overpowering

sound and touch, so it heightens everything inside of me to the point I’m panting helplessly.

meeting mine, his tongue slowly opening my mouth to him and sliding inside. I can taste

to every sound he makes, moving across the bed. The noise of him opening a drawer, then