Page 29 of A Wise Prince

“Really?” she asks, her face turning pink.

She has no idea how beautiful she is and that shocks me and also turns me the fuck on.

“Yes,” I say. I lie down next to her and begin caressing and exploring her body as we kiss again. I haven’t made out like a teenager in a long time, too long in fact because this is heaven. My hand finds her breasts under her sweater and I tease her nipples. She groans against my lips and I squeeze one tighter. Her skin dots with goose bumps.

“You are so fucking responsive,” I murmur against her lips as my one hand trails down and slides inside her leggings and underwear. My finger separates her seam, and I’m rewarded with her heat and wetness as I slide it along her clit and down to her opening.

She trembles again and grips my shoulders as I slowly work a finger inside her.

“Fuck,” I groan. “You’re so fucking tight.”

“Don’t stop,” she pants as I begin to fuck her with my finger, my thumb making small circles on her clit.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’m not stopping until you are crying out my name,” I tell her.

Her inner walls clench around my finger at my words. Someone likes dirty talk. This surprises and excites me all at the same time. I double my efforts and after a moment or two her body tenses and quivers as she comes, her cream coating my finger as her tight channel grips me.

“August,” she sighs as she slowly comes down from her orgasm.

“You want more?” I ask her.

“Yes,” she whispers, and I can tell she’s embarrassed to admit this.

“Good because I’m just getting started.”

Kathryn

In my post-climax haze, I’m half-aware that Auggie is pulling down my leggings and underwear. His mouth peppers my body with kisses as he worships each exposed inch of my skin. I feel…cherished. I’ve never felt this way with a man. Aside from Jared the one time, there hasn’t been another man.

I shudder at the thought of my ex.

“You OK?” Auggie asks, clearly feeling my body tense.

I keep my eyes closed and will my body to relax. “Yes, don’t stop,” I urge. I don’t want Jared taking away another moment of this experience. And then as Auggie pulls my sweater over my head, I feel him stop and I know he sees it…my scar.

“What’s this from?” he asks me as he runs his finger over the line on the inside of my upper arm.

My eyes fly open and find his boring into me. “I broke my arm,” I say to him because it’s the truth.

“It must have been a bad break,” he ponders as he continues to examine the jagged scar. I’ve had two surgeries on it. One to set my arm with screws and pins and the other one to fix the scar because it was even worse than that. My eyes close again as I remember Jared picking up the golf club. Fortunately, Auggie can’t see the scar on the side of my head as it’s covered by hair. My ribs didn’t need surgery to heal, just time. I shiver at the memory.

“Fuck,” Auggie curses as he sits back on his haunches, and I know that he knows. “He did this to you.”

I can’t bring myself to open my eyes, but I nod slightly. I can’t stop the tears that run down my cheeks from beneath my lashes. The tone in his voice finally breaks my wall. Auggie scoops me up and pulls me onto his lap, cradling me as he rocks us back and forth, his voice making soft shushing sounds.

“I got you, sweetheart. I got you,” he says to me in a quiet voice. He lets me cry against his chest. When my tears dry, he smooths the hair away from my face. I open my eyes to see his worried expression.

“Sorry,” I whisper, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

His eyes burn as his jaw ticks. He doesn’t speak for a long moment.

“There is nothing to be sorry about. If that asshole were here…well, let’s just say he wouldn’t be walking away,” he says from behind gritted teeth.

“No, I mean I’m sorry that I ruined the moment,” I explain. I feel the heat creeping up my neck as full mortification takes hold.

His hand cups my face as he runs his thumb across my lips.

“You didn’t ruin anything,” he responds.

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