Page 40 of Innocent Princess

Normally, I'd be okay with that, but I startle us both by interrupting him. "Watch the hair, buddy! If you mess it up, I won't be able to get it back in a braid in the morning." He blinks at me, and I add, "Lifting my arms hurts, so it will be hard to re-braid." And suddenly, I'm embarrassed at my predicament.

He lets out a deep laugh. "You are the sweetest fucking thing, Zella." He calms his laughing, but a huge smile covers his face. He leans in again. "I promise to watch your hair, this time." And he kisses me.

The kiss is passion and desire. It's warm and wet. The taste of his peppermint toothpaste on his tongue leaves tingles on my own. Suddenly, thoughts of all my insecurities about being intimate with Ryker flee. His hands cup my cheeks, my hands on his chest.

My hunger to be closer to Ryker is nearly impossible to ignore. Without breaking our kiss, I get on my knees. He starts to pull himself off the bed but refuses to break the connection, so he gently pulls me along with him until he's standing next to the bed in front of me.

"Clothes, off. I need them off, Blondie," he commands, his hands reaching down and pulling off my tank.

Suddenly, I'm naked from the waist up, and he's devouring me with his eyes, then with his mouth.

His lips pepper kisses and nips all over my chest. My breasts are full and heavy with a need I never knew possible.

With my hands in his hair, he leans forward, worshiping my body in a way I'll never forget. I tug too hard. His head pops up, and he stares me down as he takes a deep breath and breaks all connection between us.

"Zella, I need to know how far you want this to go tonight? I need to know now, so I don't push you."

My heart melts with his concern—another reason why he's the one. I lift my hand to his face; he leans into my palm. "I want it all with you, Ryker. I'm ready."

His eyes close with my words, a small smile playing at his lips. "I want it all with you too, Blondie." The moment between us is sensual, but it doesn't last long. He points to my tiny sleep shorts. "Off."

I get them off as he pulls down his own, and I'm struck stupid at the sight.

I might be a virgin, with little-to-no-experience when it comes to being with men, but I know how to research. I know how to please myself. But seeing Ryker now, the real deal, right in front of me, I could stare at him forever. I want to feel him. I want to feel his hard length in my hands, against my body, inside me, and in my mouth.

I pull my eyes away from his cock at the sound of his low growl. My voice barely above a whisper, "I want it all."

He pounces. We're a tangle of arms and legs. Our skin, coated with a light sheen of sweat, causes us to nearly stick together— as we touch, kiss, and explore. Soon, his hand traces a trail down my stomach, to my hip, thigh, and ending between my legs.

"I want this to be so good for you. Don't hold back," he says in my ear, as his fingers run through my wet folds. I let out a moan when one finger enters me, then another. He works me up to the top of a cliff, and it's long until I'm blissfully falling over the edge.

He lets me catch my breath while he places tiny kisses across my collarbone. When he leans away, I force my eyes open to see why. He's reaching for a condom, and within seconds, he's positioning himself between my tired, languid legs.

"How's the shoulder?" His voice is low, husky, and sexy as sin.

"What shoulder?" I offer.

He smiles, but his expression turns concerned. "You need to tell me as soon as anything starts to hurt, that includes your shoulder. I'll stop, we'll readjust, or be done. Up to you." He's so sweet, but I'm already too far gone to stop now, so I answer by wrapping my arm around the back of his neck and pulling him down to me. I kiss him with as much fervor as I can to show him just how ready I am.

He lines himself up with my center, and before I have a second to think, he pushes in.

My gasp, due to the shock shooting through my body, causes him pause.

"Zella," he whispers, searching my face. Whatever he sees causes him to place a sweet kiss on my cheek. Then another and another, as he slowly pushes in further. The initial pain and sting fade as he slowly starts again.

Only moments later, it’s like I’m back in the field full of fireflies. Thousands of tiny lights float around in my vision as I clutch to him. He holds on to me as I fall into a sea of stars, and then he finds his own release.

We lay there, wrapped up together in silence. The AC unit in the room kicks on, and I realize how hot it is in our tiny room. I run my hand up his back and feel his shiver at my touch.

"You alright, Blondie?" he asks into my neck.

"Best. Day. Ever." I smile.

16

Ryker

We wake laterthan we planned, but when you stay up too late having the best sex of your life and eating cookies, what do you expect?

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