Writing Our Song:A Billionaire Romance

Chapter 13


After stopping in a place called Christchurch for an early lunch and a couple times along the road to stretch our legs, the journey from Kaikoura to Wanaka basically took the whole day. Jeremy had rented another house just as big as the one we had left that morning, but the views were much better.

The town of Wanaka was situated beside a beautiful lake overlooked by mountains with just a hint of snow at the top. The sun was low in the sky, just behind those mountains, when we arrived and the combined effect was like a landscape painter’s dream come true. Beautiful calm lake, snowy mountains and a sunset all rolled into one, it really was fantastical.

I could have stared out of the window for hours if the rotation of the earth and my stomach had been agreeable, but the world had never stopped spinning before and the sun soon disappeared. My stomach added its own grumbling impetus for dragging myself away.

Jeremy had booked a table at a local restaurant and we each went to our own rooms with attached en suites to get ready. The shower was hot and powerful, pounding into my back with wonderful pressure like a massage, taking away the stiffness that came from sitting in the car all day after walking around all of the previous day.

The shower was almost as difficult to leave as the window had been but somehow I managed it, re-entering my room in a billow of steam with my towel wrapped around my body. I’d flung my bag on the bed when I had chosen my room and I opened it now with severe doubts about what I should wear.

Like I had told Jeremy back in L.A, I was a woman of few possessions and I hadn’t been expecting to go out for so many lunches and dinners. Everything I had brought had already been worn out more than once and as I rummaged through my clothes I was finding it difficult to raise much enthusiasm for any of it, especially given the events of the picnic yesterday and the car ride today.

Then, after brushing aside a t-shirt, I spotted it peeking out from the very bottom of my bag and pulled it out carefully to place it on top of the covers. I took a deep breath.

It was the box containing the black dress Jeremy had bought for me back in Auckland. Although I had asked him to take it back when we had that dinner in the sky tower, the evening had turned out so unexpectedly wonderful that my mind had been elsewhere. I hadn’t reminded Jeremy to return it and he hadn’t brought it up again either. I had packed it away when we left the Hilton and basically forgot about it.

Now though, I took it out of the box for only the second time and was once more swept up by how exquisite it was but again I couldn’t help but be struck by that image of my mom with all her new clothes. I clenched my jaw and banished the thought from my mind.

I would wear it because Jeremy had given it to me, had thought that I would like it. He might not realize why it was difficult for me, or understand it even if he did, but after everything else he had given me I wanted to look good for him.

It couldn’t have fit more perfectly if I had been measured and had the dress custom-made, hugging my body in all the right places yet not too tight anywhere. The smooth material brushed against my skin like light fingertips whenever I moved, particularly noticeable against my breasts where it was impractical to wear a bra due to the lack of a back on the dress.

I took a deep breath before opening my door and making my way down the staircase, which overlooked the living room. Jeremy was facing the other direction and looking at his phone when he heard me coming down and turned to look. I struggled to suppress a blush and a smile when his jaw dropped open for a moment.

“Does it suit me?” I asked when I stood in front of him.

“Wow. Just wow. You look beautiful, Bea.”

“Sorry I took so long to get ready.”

“I think it was worth the wait. Shall we?”

We held hands as we walked down the street and around the corner in the direction of the restaurant. A fat crescent moon was still high in the sky and the fading light of the sun was still visible above the mountains, dimly reflected in the lake. I was thankful I was wearing more sensible shoes than I had been the day I met Jeremy or the walk might not have been quite so enjoyable.

The restaurant was nearly empty except for two other couples quietly eating their food, both much older than us and looking like they were closer to the end of their meals than the start. The waitress said it was not quite the busy season yet, by the time December rolled around they’d be packed out every night.

By the time we had ordered and our food arrived, the other couples had paid and left, leaving Jeremy and I alone with the restaurant staff, who didn’t intrude much. While enjoying a mouthful of my apricot chicken dish I picked up the dessert menu to consider it and noticed that the restaurant was due to close pretty much right away.

“Hmmm. This says they’re supposed to be closing now… think they’ll rush us out?”

“I think I heard they received an anonymous phone call and agreed to stay open for as long as a small party of two might need.”

“Oh, that worked out well for us,” I said.

“Blessed, I guess,” said Jeremy.

Somebody turned the background music up and the lights down, leaving our strongest source of illumination the candle on our table. The few staff that hadn’t already left began cleaning up everything they could without disturbing us, gradually getting closer and closer, pushing the other tables to the sides with the chairs stacked on top and clearing a space on the floor, presumably for ease of cleaning.

When the mains were finished our waitress collected our plates and asked us if we’d like any dessert. I looked at Jeremy and shrugged, he did the same.

“Give us a few minutes to decide, would you?” he asked.

“Sure thing,” the girl smiled and carried our plates away.

“To be honest I think I’ll pass tonight,” I said. “You go ahead if you want, I don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind either way, if you’re not then…”

Some slow song began playing over the restaurant sound system and Jeremy halted in the middle of his sentence and pushed his chair back.

“What are you…”

Jeremy stood up and stepped to the side of the table holding out his hand in my direction.

“Bea, would you dance with me?”

“Are you crazy?” I asked.

“C’mon, don’t leave me hanging,” he said.

I almost cringed but took his hand anyway and let him help me to my feet as I looked around to see if our waitress was watching us like we were a couple of freaks. Nobody was paying us any attention at that moment though, either inside or through the front window of the restaurant, so I let myself relax a bit.

I placed one hand on Jeremy’s shoulder, the other in his hand. When he put his hand on my hip I almost gasped, the material of my dress was so silky that it almost felt like he was touching my bare skin. The surprise distracted me from the fact that I had no idea how to dance.

Jeremy led me slowly around the cleared space and I shuffled awkwardly, trying to keep an eye on my feet so as to not step on his and blushing at my gracelessness. After a moment Jeremy whispered to me.

“Close your eyes, just follow my lead.”

I did, felt his foot under mine on the very next step, and winced but Jeremy told me not to worry and soon I was moving in time with him. My sense of direction was completely lost, it was almost like the world was spinning under us and the only thing that was solid in the universe was Jeremy.


Now that the need for me to crane my neck downwards had been negated, the space between us gradually lessened until I felt my body press up against his and Jeremy’s hand moved from my hip to my lower back, pulling me towards him even tighter. I could feel the heat of him right through the dress and when I rested my head against his chest I could hear his heart beating, steady and dependable enough to set your watch by.

Jeremy let go with his left hand and slid it across my shoulder to rest against my upper back and I kept my eyes closed, feeling the closeness of him, feeling surrounded by him, protected and safe. The apocalypse might well have been happening out there in the wider world, but inside that hug I felt nothing but peace.

I hadn’t been held quite like this ever before, so tenderly yet with an unmistakable undercurrent of lust. I’d had embraces in the past, in another lifetime, that meant all kinds of things. Celebrations, commiserations, I-was-just-jokings, they’d provided so much I didn’t even realize until they were gone.

One minute they were there and then all of a sudden there were no more shoulders to cry on. The shoulder that I should have been able to turn to was busy with other things, things that weren’t me, and that had maybe done the most damage of all. That had hurt a lot.

“Are you going to hurt me too?” I whispered without even consciously willing it, so quietly that I didn’t think Jeremy would hear, but he did.

Jeremy stopped moving and I could feel him looking down at me.

“No. Bea, look at me,” he said.

Jeremy let go with one hand and I felt his finger lightly pushing my chin until I opened my eyes and gazed up at him. Jeremy’s brow furrowed and he shook his head gently.

“No,” he repeated.

I lost myself in his eyes for a second and then raised myself up on the tips of my toes to get closer to him. Jeremy lowered his head and our lips met for the second time in as many days, a much slower kiss that soon had me as oblivious to the outside world as I had been while dancing just a few moments ago.

The song faded away and our lips parted as I heard the sound of a couple people clapping. Our waitress was standing next to the young man who had been moving tables earlier and an older man, the owner perhaps. They were all clapping politely, but only our waitress had a truly dreamy look in her eye.

When we had been interrupted the previous day I had been anxious to get some distance between the two of us as quickly as possible. I didn’t feel that now, I didn’t want to be apart from him even a single inch.

*****

We both abstained from dessert in the end, and walked back to the house in near silence. I tried to distract myself with the view of the moon over the lake but couldn’t stop myself from trembling in a mixture of excitement, anticipation and, if the truth be told, fear too.

I stole a glance at the handsome man holding my hand as we walked towards the place where I intended to end my partially-self-imposed celibacy and trust him with bigger part of myself than I had with anybody else in a very long time. It was difficult to tell if I was leading him there, or if he was leading me.

Countless butterflies waged some kind of war in my stomach as thoughts and doubts about what it would be like filled my mind. Would he be disappointed with me? With my body? Too rough? I gulped. What if it felt so good I couldn’t get enough of him? That notion was almost as scary.

When we entered the house and kicked our shoes off, I led Jeremy by the hand straight up the stairs and paused by the entrance to my bedroom. This was my last chance. If I wanted to stop right here, I could. I could just say goodnight and go to my room alone. If not, then I was lost to the most basic and animalistic needs of my body.

I turned and looked up into his eyes, seeing the barely restrained lust I felt reflected in their depths too. My right hand reached up and felt his chest through his shirt, running downwards until I could feel his clearly defined abs through the light material.

Each muscular bump of his body under my palm was like another nail in the coffin for my resistance and when Jeremy moved against me, pressing my back against the wall next to my bedroom door, I felt another hard bulge against my stomach that sent my hunger for him into overdrive.

Jeremy’s hand buried itself into my hair, gripping lightly but firmly, and pulled me into another kiss, the tip of his tongue reaching out to lightly brush against my own before we parted again and he rested his forehead against mine. Our eyes were only inches apart. If they truly are the window to the soul then it felt like Jeremy had front row seats to mine, like he could see everything and wasn’t running away.

“Come to my room, Bea,” he said.

It wasn’t a question, wasn’t a command, it was a simple statement of what he wanted most at that very moment. It could be denied safely or accepted with joy, Jeremy was clearly still conscious of how fragile I was, what a fine line I was walking between fear and desire. Desire won this fight, hands down.

“Yes.”

The pressure of his body against mine receded, along with that hardness that had been pressing into my mid-section, and now it was Jeremy that was leading me the final few steps to his room, pulling me in by the hand and closing the door behind us.

There was nobody out there to close the door on, but the click when it shut was almost like a symbol of the significance of what was about to happen. ‘Out there is them, in here is us. Everything that happens in here is just for us. Special and exclusive, shared with nobody else.’

In unison we moved towards the bed until I felt it against the back of my knees while Jeremy stood directly in front of me. I reached up and began undoing the buttons to his shirt, eager to reveal to my eyes what I had just felt with my hands.

I had seen his upper body before when we had gone swimming but this was going to be different. This time I was going to touch it as a lover, hold it against me, feel him flex and move against my skin as we took all the pleasure we could from each other.

As I was undoing the last button Jeremy kissed me again, before shrugging off his shirt and pulling my body against him. His heat radiated through the sleek material of my dress even more clearly now, my soft chest rubbed against his hard muscles, raising electric jolts of arousal from my nipples.

Jeremy’s fingers slipped under the thin straps on my shoulders and tugged them outwards until, with a little shimmy from myself, my dress flowed off me like water, cascading downwards until it was an inky black puddle around my feet. For the first time my bare breasts pressed against his skin and his hands reached behind me, to pull me against him even tighter, kissing me the entire time.

Our lips finally parted and I felt my heels return to the ground, having hardly been aware how desperately I was straining upwards to meet him. I looked up into his face, seeing his eyes lingering on the twin swells of my breasts pressed against him before slowly returning upwards to hold my gaze.

The hard bulge in his pants pressed against me more urgently than ever, just above the waistband of my panties, the only article of clothing I still had on. I reached down to caress it through his pants and he let out a breath in one quick huff as I gently ran my palm along its length, his eyelids drooping almost imperceptibly.

I brought my other hand down and undid his belt, followed by his button and zipper, before pushing his pants downwards far enough for them to fall around his feet much as my dress had. Slowly, I pulled the elastic waistband of his boxer shorts out and reached inside with my other hand, feeling his hard member first with my fingertips and then more fully as I wrapped my fingers around.


With a few more pushes, his boxers joined his pants and I brought my other hand to his stiff length too. I used both hands to stroke him up and down until, after only a few moments, I felt the warm slickness of his pre-cum first against my belly and then on my fingers.

Jeremy cupped my left breast with his right hand and curled the fingers of his other hand around my neck, kissing me again as he kneaded my soft flesh and then gently squeezed my nipple, making me half-gasp and half-squeak in the midst of our kiss.

The dark-haired billionaire gently pressed against me until I had no option but to slowly lower myself to a sitting position on the bed. Then, right before my eyes and still grasped in my hands, was Jeremy’s manhood, hard, straight and certainly bigger than any I had seen in real life before.

I could have sworn I could feel his heartbeat through the palms of my hands, beating faster than I had ever felt it before when my head had rested against his chest. He wanted me as much as I wanted him and the thought was almost intimidating.

I tilted my head upwards and looked into his eyes as I pulled his erection towards me, slipped it over my lips, and accepted him into my mouth. I was inexperienced and well out of practice, but the way Jeremy closed his eyes, tilted his head back and let out a sigh of contentment told me that I probably wasn’t doing anything wrong and bolstered my confidence.

Taking as much of him as I could each time, I began bobbing my head back and forth, flicking my tongue along the underside each time until Jeremy was looking back down at me with rapt attention, his hand buried in the hair at the back of my head again and applying gentle pressure.

His breathing was getting faster and shallower when he pulled his hips back and gently pushed on my shoulders until I laid myself flat on my back while he kneeled at the foot of the bed. When he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties on either side, I raised my hips off the mattress to allow them to slip off easily.

“You’re so beautiful, Bea,” he whispered

Jeremy lifted my right foot off the floor, kissing his way up the underside of my calf until the feel of his rough stubble on the back of my knee made me squirm deliciously, before placing my foot on the edge of the bed and repeating the procedure on the left side. Slowly and deliberately, he kissed my inner thighs until I felt his hot breath on my sex.

I couldn’t help but moan in surprised delight when his tongue slowly caressed along my outer lips, first on the right and then the left, before delving into my depths and exploring me, savoring me, in a way no man had before. I was already a soaking wet, writhing, mess when he shifted the focus of his tongue to my most sensitive little spot and flickered it there for an eternity while gently teasing my folds with the tip of one finger.

A feeling quite unlike anything I’d ever experienced before built up in my tummy, seemingly fuelled by every movement of Jeremy between my legs, until it was so intense that my head was rolling from side to side and my breaths were coming in ragged gasps. It felt like something so big that I might not be able to handle it, I didn’t know whether to try to stop him or go out with a bang.

Before I could come to any rational conclusion, I was rocked by an orgasm that had me arching my back and bucking my hips in ecstasy. I squeezed my eyes shut and covered my mouth with the crook of my elbow, afraid that if I didn’t restrain myself in some way I might scream the house down with my pleasure.

Gradually my climax faded and I was left panting, feeling a faint buzz like weak pins and needles all over my body, particularly wherever Jeremy happened to brush against me. I shuffled backwards on the bed when he climbed on and over me, still quivering from the exertion.

Jeremy rested his upper body on one elbow, reaching downwards to guide his tip to my entrance with the other hand, and I stroked his hair until I felt him slowly glide inside an inch or two. After repositioning himself directly over me he began to push forward once more, watching my face for any signs of discomfort.

I did my best to not show any such signs, but I’d never felt such a sensation of fullness since my very first time and when I gritted my teeth with the effort, Jeremy halted for a moment. I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him towards me, nodding to give reassurance.

“I want you,” I said.

Jeremy continued his advance until he was fully embedded inside me and he knew me in ways only a couple others ever had. He paused, letting me grow accustomed to the sensations, before beginning to thrust into me with a steady rhythm that soon had me gasping and moaning as enthusiastically as ever.

To my surprise I felt a second orgasm fast approaching and held on to Jeremy for dear life as it grew inside me like a fire stoked by every welcome invasion of his masculine presence. Jeremy slowed his pace every time I felt like I was going to be tipped over that final edge and I was held on the cusp of bliss for so long that I wasn’t sure if it was actually going to happen again, despite my desperation.

I gripped him with all my might and heard him groan in response as the friction between us grew. It was enough for me and I closed my eyes against the assault of pleasure that shook my body almost as much as his powerful thrusts.

From somewhere far away I felt the evidence of Jeremy’s own orgasm inside me. It was reckless, dangerous even, but I wanted it anyway. I was too far gone to think of any consequences.

Eventually we both came down from our own respective clouds and laid next to each other, quietly recovering and gently exploring each other’s bodies with fingers, hands and lips. At some point we dozed off and the last thing I felt was his strong arms all around me.