Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband by Mariya Mercedes

Chapter 16
BLAIRE
Struggling to regain my composure, my breaths uneven, and my heart racing. I watched in anticipation as he began to undress with a deliberate yet enticing grace. The air seemed charged with an electrifying energy, each article of clothing falling away like a prelude to an intimate symphony.
As he revealed himself before me. my gaze was drawn to his formidable presence, a sight that never failed to captivate. A gulp escaped me involuntarily as my eyes locked onto his impressive member, a testament to his undeniable virility. It was in that moment that the memories of his size. both in length and intensity, flooded back. momentarily causing me to forget the challenges that awaited in fully accommodating
him
I haven’t fully recovered from that mind-blowing Or gasm, but my b*dy is still on fire. My heart was racing as I watched him slowly case himself inside me.
“Aaahhh…” We both moan in unison. The mixture of pain and pleasure engulfs my whole b*dy. It’s been so long since I last had any S**ual experience. Despite knowing that I’m not married anymore. I still couldn’t make myself interested in anyone, much less sleep with them. So, this whole experience feels like the first time all over again.
“Oooohhh…so fcking tight he grunted as he slowly pushed himself inch by inch.
Time seemed to stretch indefinitely as I awaited the moment when he would finally be entirely within me. The anticipation hung in the air. laden with a mixture of desire, making each passing second feel like an eternity. Holding my breath. I steeled myself for the impending intensity, bracing against the initial discomfort that accompanied the fullness of his sizable presence.
His awareness of my struggle became evident, prompting a subtle shift in his approach. With a tender understanding, he began to massage my clt, his fingers dancing with a knowing rhythm that added a layer of pleasure to the growing symphony of sensations. As his hips moved with deliberate slowness, the dual sensations of pain and pleasure created a delicate balance, a dance of contrasts that heightened the intimacy of the
moment.
The pain gradually yielded to a sweet, tingling sensation that enveloped me, and I found myself surrendering to the rhythm of our connection. In a crescendo of sensations, the pain melted away, replaced by an intoxicating mix of pleasure and fulfillment.
When he finally pushed his whole self completely inside me, the culmination of desire and surrender brought forth a sense of fullness in my b*dy. In that moment, time
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seemed to stand still, and we became entwined in the profound union of two souls navigating the depths of passion.
He stayed still for a moment, allowing me to adjust my insides to his size. “Are you okay?” he asked while breathing heavily.
“Hmm…” I replied, followed by a nod.
“I’m going to move now,” he informed me before slowly easing himself out and then thrusting deeper.
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The initial wince of pain was but a fleeting moment, a mere prelude to the symphony of sensations that followed. As minutes ticked by, the discomfort dissolved into a distant memory, replaced by an all-encompassing wave of blissful pleasure that. engulfed my entire being. Unable to contain the euphoria, my moans echoed through the room, rising in intensity like a melody reaching its crescendo.

His movements, initially soft and gentle, took on a fervent pace, mirroring the rhythm. of our shared desire. The gradual acceleration of his thrusts transformed the intimate dance into a passionate crescendo, leaving both of us breathless in the wake of each exhilarating exchange. It was as if he had become a wild horse-unrestrained and untamed, galloping through the realms of ecstasy.
I surrender to the rhythmic cadence of his thrusts, each movement sending a delicious shiver down my spine. The room is a hazy blur, and all that exists is the intoxicating dance of passion between us. His pace quickens, a symphony of desire that echoes through the very core of my being.
“Oooohhh…fck!” he grunted as his hips continued to move on top of me.
With each thrust, a sweet tingling sensation unfurls atop my belly, a tantalizing prelude to the impending pleasure. It’s as if every nerve ending is ablaze with fervent anticipation; each pulse of desire is building upon the last. The room becomes a sanctuary of sensation, where time loses its grip and we exist in the suspended realm of shared desire.
“Ooohhh….yes, please…more…faster!” I pleaded as I shamelessly grinded my hips, trying to imitate his movement.
Our bodies create a hypnotic rhythm that weaves through the air. I am caught in the vortex of pleasure, unable to resist the magnetic pull that draws me deeper into the abyss of pleasure. The sweet torment of sensation courses through me, and I find myself on the brink of an overwhelming release.
I feel a surge of pleasure radiating from the core of my being. His thrusts, now a seamless fusion of urgency and passion, propel us both into a realm where time stands still. The room echoes with the primal sounds of our shared unspoken language, which.
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communicates the depth of our connection. It’s a dance of vulnerability and surrender, where every nuance of pleasure becomes a brushstroke on the canvas of our shared intimacy.
I moan loudly as it echoes the pleasure coursing through me. The air is heavy with the scent of passion, and I am enveloped in the heady embrace of ecstasy.
“Yes…ooohhh…fck me harder!” I begged him as I slowly ascended to the peak of my
Or gasm.
“Yes, love. Cvm for me, baby,” he whispered against my ear as he thrust deeper into my core, reaching the innermost part of my femininity.
And then it happens: a seismic wave of pleasure crashes over me, an all-encompassing tidal force that leaves me gasping for breath. I am consumed by euphoria, a kaleidoscope of sensations that paint the canvas of my consciousness. The room, once a silent witness, now echoes with the aftermath of our shared
ecstasy.
We lay together in the quiet aftermath, our bodies intertwined after sharing our desires. He remained on top of me and inside me. The air is filled with the lingering traces of intimacy, and we gradually return to the present moment. In the calm aftermath, a strong sense of connection lingers, our synchronized breaths silently acknowledging the depth of our shared pleasure. The room, once filled with desire, now echoes with a silence of satisfaction.
We were both breathing heavily as we listened to each other’s heartbeat. Our hearts dance to the rhythm of our passion and desire. We were just enjoying the warmth of each other’s bodies when my phone suddenly rang. I wrapped the blanket around my b*dy and stood up to pick up my phone from the floor that was inside the pocket of clothes.
my
I frown when I read Ethan’s name flashing on the screen. I bit my lower lip as I was contemplating whether to answer the call or not. It’s not like Ethan and I have any sort of relationship, but I don’t want Sebastian to get the wrong idea. We’re just starting to patch up our marriage, and I don’t want to raise another misunderstanding. In the end, I decided not to answer the call. I hang up the call and place the phone on top of the bedside table before going back to the bed.
“Who was it?” he asked curiously.
“A friend from Hawaii,” I replied, vaguely giving him context.
“Why didn’t you answer?”
“Do you want me to answer?” I responded, throwing back the question.
He smirked. “Yeah, you shouldn’t. We’re just getting started,” he said with a playful smile
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on his lips.
He was about to give me another k*ss when my phone rang again. This time, he’s the one who grabbed my phone from the bedside table. His eyebrow arched while reading. the name flashing on the screen.
“Ethan?”
I roll my eyes as I hear a hint of jealousy in his voice. “He’s a friend, okay?” I assure him.
But his face remains dark. “Hmm…” He eyed me suspiciously. “Go on, answer it,” he said. while handing me the phone.
I have nothing to hide, so I did what he asked me to do. I wrapped the blanket around. my b*dy tightly before snatc hing the phone away from his hand. Though I know I’m not doing anything wrong, I’m still not comfortable with him listening to our conversation, so I decided to take a few steps away from the bed.
The room looked the same at the restaurant a while ago. It was surrounded by a glass wall, and you could see the whole city from where I was standing. I’m confident that this is tinted glass, so I’m not worried about being seen from the outside. As I stand around the corner of the room, I answer the call.
“Hey, Ethan,” I greeted.
“Hey, stranger,” he replied jokingly.