Page 119 of Prince Charming

This was bliss, she thought with a smile pressed into the bedsheets.

A hand strayed over her hip, squeezing gently, letting her know he was recovering too.

This was paradise served up on a platter from a perfect buffet.

Later, when she had her sea legs back, she turned off the water, and toweled off in front of the fogged mirror, her reflection a blur in the steamy glass.

When she was dressed in a pair of her leggings and t-shirt she’d left there one night, she ventured down the hall. Finding Tag sitting on his bed, resting his arms on his thighs. His wet golden head lifted when she entered, and his gaze dirtily looked her over slowly.

Not waiting for an invitation, she was bold as she walked across the carpeted floor and climbed onto his lap. His face split with a smile, looking so full of gladness and affection.

“How do you feel?” She asked, running her fingers through the strands of the longer part of his hair.

“Like you wrung a handful of climaxes out of me.” He smirked. Blushing, she knocked his shoulder. “I mean about winning your fight. Are your muscles sore?”

“Just fucked the woman of my dreams after waiting what feels like forever. I don’t feel anything but damn good, darlin’.”

Her smile felt shy and jubilant.

He was crazy, but you know… he’d shaken orgasms through her like an earthquake, so she knew what he was talking about.

Content to sit on his lap, she stroked her fingertips down his back, experiencing the way his muscles trembled under her touch.

It hit her with how right this all felt.

“Luke?”

“Hm?”

She bit him on the shoulder. “Again. Please.”

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There was a goddess on his lap.

He thought he’d had good sex in the past, maybe he had, but nothing felt this way.

Kissing wasn’t her only passionate skill. She’d worked his dick like she knew she had the thing under her control. But it was her breathy sounds now, oh those fucking little sounds, clawing through his veins, making him chuckle.

“More.” she moaned into his neck, nuzzling like a tiny kitten. “More talking.”

“You like my filthy talk?” Her reply was her head bobbing up and down.

“Your voice, I enjoy hearing it. It’s rough over my skin.”

“Makes you wet?”

He knew she was dripping.

Her exhale was bumpy and told Tag everything he needed to know about where her head was at. Where his passion was leading her.

They’d fucked and made love and slept a little. They’d showered, he’d made food for them, and she’d talked to her kids. Three times in total today, and after each call, she crawled on his lap, needing something from him in desperate ways.

Tag was happy to give.

He sensed she’d needed taking out of her own thoughts, so that’s what he’d given her. Hard, unrelenting fucks. Her screams bouncing off the surfaces in his house.

“If you want more, you better offer me your tongue.”

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