Page 15 of Princess

I squirm and make silly whimpering sounds since every touch on my breasts seems to tug a cord that goes straight to the hot ache between my legs. I reach around and dig my fingernails into the back of his shoulders since I desperately need to hang on.

He’s still working on my breasts when he moves his weight to only one of his hands and uses the other to push my thighs apart and stroke my pussy.

“Shit, you’re wet,” he mutters, lifting his head to watch the way I’m tossing my head back and forth and wriggling my hips as one of his fingers slides inside me.

Everything is feeling so good now. It’s almost too much for me to process. My face twists as I try to keep from making too many embarrassing sounds.

He adds a second finger and pushes both of them inside me, rubbing my inner walls in a way that threatens to blow off the top of my head. I make a weird sobbing sound and flail my arms out, fumbling for the covers beneath me.

“Don’t fight it, princess.” He pumps his fingers harder, the move generating a sound of wet suction. “You’re almost there. Take a couple of deep breaths.”

I do what he says without hesitation, and on the second exhale the pleasure erupts in hard spasms. My intimate muscles clamp down around his fingers, and he pushes against the contractions. It feels so good I hear myself making a helpless, gasping sound on every pulse of sensation.

“There you go,” he’s saying as I ride out the length of my orgasm. “Good girl. That’s what you needed.”

It is exactly what I’ve needed. As the pleasure starts to subside, every muscle in my body loosens until I feel soft and warm and limp and sated. He strokes me a few more times before he pulls out his hand.

I squeezed my eyes shut as I started to come, and only now do I open them. He’s still poised above me. Still staring down at me with those hot blue eyes.

“Did you like that?” he asks in a rough voice.

“Yeah. Yeah, I liked it so much.”

“Good. I think you’ll like this next part too.”

I don’t know what to say to that. I’m both embarrassed and excited by how I’ve been responding. I never knew I could be like this, feel this way.

He repositions himself, lifting himself up to his knees above me. He’s still hard, his cock bouncing as he moves. I reach up eagerly and take it in my hands, wanting to feel him again in the most intimate way.

I want him to gasp and squirm when I touch him the way I did when he touched me.

His breath hitches again as I stroke him, but he holds himself very still. He’s liking it though. I can see it on his tense face. After a minute, his head jerks to the side.

He reaches down and gently moves my hands, and I don’t object because I’m anticipating what’s about to happen. He gives his erection a few hard squeezes with one hand before he says, “Part your legs for me.”

I bend my knees and pull my thighs apart, the air feeling cold against my warm, wet flesh. He moves over me again, settling between my legs. He lifts my bottom up and moves me a little closer to him. Then he props himself above me on one arm again, pulling my thighs farther apart.

“I’ve never done this before,” I tell him.

“I figured.” The hand on my thigh softens.

“Don’t you dare treat me like I’m going to break.”

He’s still and silent for a moment. Then he mutters, “Got it.” He takes his erection in one hand and lines it up at my entrance, slowly guiding it inside me.

I breathe intentionally as the penetration gets deeper. It’s full and tight and aching. Really aching but not sharp. I gasp when he pushes farther in because it feels so good and so intensely tight at the same time.

“Too much?” Grant’s voice is slightly breathless. The arm he’s holding his weight on is shaking just a little.

I bite my bottom lip and shake my head. “No. It’s good.”

“Tell me if—”

“I said it’s good.” My vision is blurring over. I close my eyes and move my head back and forth as my body relaxes around the penetration. “I like it. I like it to feel this way.”

“Okay. Just tell me if there’s anything you don’t like, and I’ll stop.”

He’s saying that to make me feel safe, and I know it comes from a good place in Grant. But I don’t really want to feel safe right now.

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