World's Richest Man: I Leaped Across Time

I awoke with my usual morning hard-on. My eyes were still closed, but I felt Charlotte's presence against my chest, and a wave of pure bliss spread across my body.

This was heaven.

The morning air was cold against my right cheek, the pillow reassuringly warm against my left. I snuggled deeper into the covers and their cocooning heat while pressing my chest against Charlotte's back, covered only by a thin layer of cotton.

As my senses came alive, the fingers of my left hand reflexively squeezed the breast I was currently palming as my left arm snaked beneath her pillow to hold her from the opposite side. My right hand firmed up over her hip, gently holding her in place while I reflexively ground my erection into her naked asscrack.

Just another morning.

Just me and Charlotte.

With my eyes still closed, I squeezed her just a little tighter, a hug of affection.

But the pleasant affection soon gave way to primal lust as fond memories of the many times Charlotte and I had made love dominated my prefrontal cortex.

So, breathing deeply, I let my head roll forward to push my nose into her hair, smelling her sweet fragrance. I exhaled softly.

Moving slowly, I kept my touch as light as possible while still grazing across her skin.

She stirred slightly but did not awaken as my left hand continued to fondle her nipple while my right hand slid down her buttcheek and back up between her legs.

Charlotte's shirt had ridden up in the night, giving me a clear path to her crotch.

Still with an infinitely gentle touch, the pad of my middle finger glided up through the furrow of her closed labia, pressing just slightly to part them until I found the harder nub of her love button.

We had not made love last night. Charlotte and I had simply stayed on the bed, cuddling and talking about anything that came to us. We had some wine. And most of all, we reaffirmed to each other again what kind of bond we have with each other.

I had extremely checkered expectations, ones I knew were enough to scare almost any girl away from ever forming a romantic relationship with me. I'd embarked on highly intimate relationships with other women, something that very few girlfriends would have been able to tolerate.

Still, Charlotte loved me more than ever.

We weren't perfect; far from it. I was considering telling Charlotte that I came from the future but I wasn't sure if she would understand. If it would make her see me differently.

There would be trials and tribulations to come, I was sure.

But where other relationships might crumble, ours would succeed. That I know.

Last night, we'd fallen asleep in each other's arms at a fairly early hour. Now, the clock was just barely past 7am on this Tuesday morning.

But I knew we both had enough sleep, so I wouldn't feel guilty about waking my angel a little early.

With a few more swipes of my fingerpad over her clit and a few delicate squeezes of her nipple, my Charlotte started to get wet. Her nether lips opened up like petals, secreting their honey, which I coated upon my fingertip.

Probing more firmly now, my finger glided back up through her cleft, buzzing over her love button. I fondled it, making love to her sensitive clit.

I kept this up for a good five minutes. Charlotte nearly woke once, her soft pants hitching into a startled gasp. But within seconds, she hummed and calmed down, squirming her thighs together as she obviously dreamed a pleasant dream.

I returned to my job.

In the end, Charlotte's pussy was on fire. Her nether lips were parted wide-open, surely glistening pink should I be able to get down and take a peek.

There was a fine layer of sweat now covering her skin beneath the covers, and as my finger swiped up and down through her cleft, she trembled in anticipation.

I shifted my hips until her asscheeks neatly encircled my erection. Sliding myself further down, I felt my cockhead travel through her buttcrack, lower and lower, until there was suddenly room in front of it.

Pivoting my pelvis, I nudged the mushroom tip forward and slid myself back up the bed. And as the moist warmth surrounded me, I smoothly pushed myself inside.

Charlotte gasped as she suddenly came awake.

By then, she was already three inches full of dick and helpless to stop the last five from pushing in as well.

She moaned and pushed her ass back against my pelvis as I reached over her hip with my still wet fingertips and resumed rubbing her clit.

Within three strokes of me pumping my hard cock in and out of her body, she stiffened up and came.

"Oh, god..." she whimpered as the bliss swept over her.

"Now, now. I'm not God. It's just me." I whispered into her ear.

"God..." Charlotte began before sighing, "I love you, Jack."

I then pushed my forehead against the back of Charlotte's neck, whispering nasty words to make her want me more than ever.

It didn't take long. I didn't hold myself back.

"OOooohhh ... Don't stop!" Charlotte begged as I fucked my cock into her pussy.

I was so worked up after teasing her sleeping body that I was primed to blow.

Charlotte's vaginal muscles throbbed and gripped at my cock, begging to be bathed in my cum.

Within five minutes of steady pumping, I came to a stop and let my cockhead do the pumping for me, pushing out a steady stream of cum that splashed into the back of Charlotte's womb while she whimpered in mutual orgasm.

I gave her short kisses and hugged her as we recovered from our mutual climaxes.

After a minute of recovery, Charlotte slid her body atop mine.

She didn't say anything else. She didn't have to. The fire in her eyes was full of lustful energy and eternal gratitude.

Her pussy was a swampy inferno, literally dripping honey down onto my thigh. I expected her to gush of my juices. She didn't. I understood where my load of sperm went—sucked up by her hungry womb.

She kissed me—one of those explosive volcanic kisses that blew the top of my head off. And after sliding forward so that my dick could press into her with the ease of liquid butter, she royally fucked the shit out of me.

It was a good morning.

...

Charlotte lay atop my chest, her fingers tracing lazy circles on my skin. Her touch was gentle and her eyes were locked onto mine.

"Hungry?" I asked, a small smile tugging at the corner of my lips.

"Maybe…"

I brushed a strand of hair from her face. "How about we go out for breakfast? There's this restaurant I've been wanting to try. We could have some classic Swedish food."

"Okay, let's go." she said, rolling off of me and onto her back.

We both got up and I slapped her tight ass on the way to the bathroom.

After a quick shower, we got dressed and headed to the restaurant.

...

We enjoyed every bite, but as we returned to the hotel, I knew that it was time to get back to the business side of things. The reason for my visit to Sweden.

I leaned in and kissed Charlotte on the lips.

As I pulled back, she looked up at me. "So where are you going? To that Institute of Technology you told me about?"

"Yeah. There's a tech event happening there today. There's this one guy doing a guest lecture; I want to talk with him." I put my shoes on. "I'll be back before you know it. "

"Okay... bye."

With that, I grabbed my wallet from the shelf and headed out the door.

I left the hotel and got into the rented car. My destination was the KTH Royal Institute of Technology, one of the leading technical universities in the world.

As I arrived, I took note of the buildings around.They were huge, old and beautiful.

I entered the main building and walked towards the main hall, where the presentation was supposed to take place.

Along the way, there were all sorts of stands prepared by the students, showcasing their latest projects, as well as booths from companies looking to recruit young, talented people.

When I entered the auditorium, it was already filling up with students, professors and professionals.

It was the biggest hall I have ever been in.

Everyone waited for the guest speaker to take the stage.

A few minutes later, a man stepped up to the podium. He was tall and blonde, with very short hair. He wore a blue, elegant shirt that didn't really match his casual choice of shorts.

"Good morning, everyone." He started to speak, his voice clear. "It's a pleasure to be here today. For those of you who don't know me, my name is Niklas Zennström. I'm a computer programmer. I graduated with a master's degree from Uppsala University and another master's degree from the University of Michigan."

"Some of you might know me as the co-founder of Kazaa, which I started in 2000 with my friend Janus Friis. Kazaa was designed as a peer-to-peer file-sharing network that allowed users to share music, videos, and other files directly between computers."

A few people in the audience nodded, recognizing the name, while others whispered to each other, recalling the very... controversial software.

Zennström smiled slightly. "Of course, some of you might also know that we had a few problems with Kazaa—legal issues, to be precise. But what's important is that I consider myself an expert in peer-to-peer protocol, and that's why I got invited to give a lecture."

As Zennström began to dive into some technicals, I had only one thing on my mind.

How to approach this man—the man who created Skype.

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