Page 18 of Royal Rebel

TRISTAN

“Tristan,” she sighs before our tongues duel for position in this kiss we’re sharing. Pulling back, I allow myself to look at her for just a few moments, just to get my fill of her. My hands slide down her stomach to the button of the jeans she was trying to get off earlier. With jerky movements, I get them unfastened and push them down her legs, panties and all.

“Let’s get this off too,” I whisper as I grasp the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her body, leaving her in nothing more than a lacy bra, that’s become see-through. “Damn.” My eyes run up and down her body, before they come to rest on the smooth skin just above the scalloped edges of her bra.

With the index finger of both of my hands, I draw her collarbone from end to end, coming to meet in the middle. When they meet, I trace the line of her sternum down to the skin that’s gotten my attention. Her breaths are coming faster, her sharp intake is heard in the relative quiet of theroom. The pouring of the water in the shower does nothing to hide her excitement. Using those fingers, I hook them into the encasements and pull down, exposing her flesh to my eyes for the first time.

“Mmmm, Lia.” I love the fact those nubs have tightened under my gaze, the skin pulling taut.

Her breathing is heavier now, she’s restlessly moving on her feet. “Do something, please.”

“What is it you want me to do?” I tilt my head to the left, slowly licking my suddenly dry lips.

When she doesn’t answer, I raise my eyes from where they’ve been locked up to her face. There’s desire, passion, arousal in those depths. There’s also a sense of impatience. “Make me feel good.” She lets her head fall back onto her shoulders.

My cock is hard beneath my boxer briefs and I’m almost positive that one touch from her will unman me, but I want her to feel good just as much as she wants to feel good too. Reaching out, I grab her hand in mine, still cold as ice, and bring it down to the tented front of my underwear. “Come on, Lia, show me how much you want it.”

Her small hand snakes between the waistband and my flesh, grasping me with a firm stroke, pushing first down and then back up again, using her palm to circle the head, gather the fluid already there, and then go back down again.

For me? That’s game over. I attack her with everything I’ve got, ripping the bra off her body when I can’t make my fingers cooperate, and then taking one tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue as I move my hands down her back and cup her ass. With little help she circles her legs around my waist and I walk us into the shower.

There are jets all around, and a waterfall showerhead;I’m not worried about making sure she’s getting warm as I push her against the wall, using the weight of my body to hold her up as I get out of my now wet boxer briefs. I sling them behind me, not giving a fuck where they end up, and then use my hand to cup her breast, feeding it back into my mouth.

“Oh my god, Tristan.” She thrusts against me, pushing as close to my body as she can. “Feels so good.”

I let her nipple go with a groan. “I know.”

Grasping her jaw, I situate her mouth the way I want it and then I take the kiss I’ve wanted to take since I first saw her. We move this way and that, nipping, biting, eating up one another with an uncontrolled passion like I’ve never felt before. Pulling away, I balance her body against the wall and move down, until I’m between her thighs.

“Hang on, baby. This is my specialty.” I grin up at her as I dive in.

Using my tongue, mouth, and fingers I bring her to the edge two or three times, teasing her clit as I push my middle and index finger inside of her, using my other hand to hold her thighs open. The fingers of one of her hands is twisted in my hair, holding me to her while the other is working on her nipple, pulling hard enough to make her moan louder when I hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her.

“Tristan, I want you, I want to come with you inside me,” she gasps. “And I’m so hot, now, so fucking hot.”

I let go of her, moving back so that I can look up. She’s in her own world, teasing her nipple with her fingers, her head moving this way and that against the shower wall, her cheeks a bright red, those lips of hers full and plump with the passion I shared with them.

The steam of the shower has created an almost dreamsequence feeling to what’s going on, but I’m with her, it’s too hot. Carefully letting her down, I reach over to turn the knobs into the off position when I feel her mouth wrap around my dick.

“Jesus Christ.” I throw my head back, inhaling a breath so deep it concaves my stomach. “You’ve gotta stop.” I grip my fingers in her hair. “If you want me to actually get it inside you, you have to stop.” I pull her back.

She uses her hand to move up and down on my length, then sticks her tongue out to tease the tip. “You’re no fun.”

“After we’ve got a few rounds out of our way, you can have all the fun you want, I promise.”

Pulling her up by the arm, I pick her up again, carrying her into the bedroom. As I toss her on the made bed, both of us dripping from the water in the shower, I cover her body with mine. “I don’t think I can wait,” I groan as she opens her thighs to make room for me in between them.

“I can’t either.” She fuses our lips together, kissing me in a hurried, hot manner that has me panting even harder.

“We didn’t talk about things, but I have condoms in the drawer.”

“Yeah, that would be a good idea.” She licks the taste of me off her lips as I sit back on my haunches, reaching backward so I can grab the condom. That one piece of latex will be the only thing separating us in just a few moments. Quicker than I have before, I suit up. Then I gently spread her thighs again, pushing in as carefully as I can.

“God, you’re tight.” I pitch forward on my hands, palming the covers by her head, gripping them to keep from blowing my load as soon as I’m seated inside her.

“Not too experienced.” She clutches at me. “I’ve only been with one other guy. To be honest, it was teenage rebellionafter I realized the rules of the monarchy didn’t dictate I would be a virgin.”

And he must not have been nearly as big as me, or it was a long time ago, because she’s tight and having trouble accepting me. Dropping my head, I go to work on her neck, move back down to those tits that look just as good slick with water as they did cupped in lace.

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