Page 62 of Princess of Thieves

He nods again, a few times. “Yes. Right.” With easy, fluid strength, he lifts me to the edge, and I waste no time with the zipper of my jeans, shimmying them down my hips so I’m ready.

Tuck takes a breath, then steps forward, against me, and pushes the hem of my shirt up, just a few inches. The tip of his thumb grazes the lower part of my belly and I let out a small sound, deep in my throat, sending his gaze jumping back to mine.

A slow grin spreads across his face. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I murmur, and his smile gets wider.

I shiver. I like where this is going.

He runs his hands up and down the skin over my ribs, pushing my shirt a bit higher each time. When he reaches the bottom edge of my bra, he hesitates.

“Here,” I say, and sit up, grab the hem of my top, and shuck it off. Sue me, I’m impatient. “Now you.”

“O-okay.”

He takes a few steps back and strips, pulling his polo shirt over his head, revealing a broad, toned chest, a taut stomach, and a light sprinkling of hair. He unbuttons his jeans and yanks them off, stepping out of his shoes and socks, and then his boxers.

And...well.

Tuck’s cock is long and thick and flushed with color, his tip glistening with arousal.

“God, Tuck,” I murmur.

“You like that?” he says. He’s getting bolder.

And I do like it.

“Yeah, I do.”

Tuck gives a quick nod, and steps closer to me. He looks uncertain for a moment, so I take his hand.

“Where do you want to touch me?” I ask.

“I...” He swallows. “Wherever you want.”

I scoot just a little closer, lower my voice. “I’m soaking through my panties, Tuck. Anywhere you touch me will be more than good.” I pull back, relishing the astonished look on his face. “What do you think about when you imagine me?”

Tuck licks his lips.

“Your tits,” he whispers. “These...”

“Here.” I grab his hands, curve them into my bra, against my skin, and he lets out a low hiss.

“God,” he grits out. “You...” He ducks his head, then stops. “Can I...”

“Do it.” I almost gasp it, strung out on the way he brushes his thumb over my flesh as he pushes my bra up and away.. “Please.”

Tuck nods, and leans forward, taking my nipple into his hot, eager mouth and sucking so hard I let out a yelp.

He pulls back. “Are you—”

“Good,” I pant. “God, you’re good.”

Tuck beams.

“You’re beautiful,” he tells me, and bends down to kiss me. His hands slide up my legs, over the tops of my thighs, to the creases where my legs meet my hips.

He pulls away from the kiss, and moves his hands inward, deeper. Achingly slowly, his fingertips brush against my clit, and my breath hitches. He’s so gentle, but his touch is firm and steady all the same.

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