Page 39 of Royal Hottie
He doesn’t answer. Instead he takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom. He stops next to the bed and shifts behind me, slowly unzipping the back of my dress, his fingers trailing lightly along my spine, giving me a shiver. I stare at the elegant bed done up in gold silk and blurt, “It’s too nice a bed to mess up.”
“Would you prefer the floor?”
“It’s a Persian rug!” I strip all the covers off, so it’s just the silk sheets, and look around for a safe place to set them.
Phillip takes them from my hands and sets them over a chair, giving me a wry look. “I’m beginning to think we should’ve booked the Holiday Inn.”
I laugh. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, be naked.” He slides my dress down and off and helps me step out of it. I reach for his belt buckle, but he shifts away.
His voice is rough. “Let me look at you.” I try not to fidget, knowing I’m petite, not overly curved anywhere, really. Smaller than some guys prefer.
His eyes eat me up, starting at my black lace bra down to my matching panties and black heels. “So beautiful, Ruby. So damn sexy.”
And I feel beautiful with him. I throw myself in his arms and then we’re kissing passionately, his hands all over me. I break the kiss and refocus on getting him naked, undoing his belt. This time he lets me. Then I’ve got the clasp and zipper and finally I stroke him. He moans and tips his head back. I go for it, stripping him down to his socks. He’s magnificent, his thick erection jutting out toward me, his legs powerful and muscular. He peels off the socks, and I step out of my heels.
We stare at each other for one sizzling moment before slamming together, mouths fused, hands grabbing, crazed for each other. The intensity is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I crave him like my next breath. We tumble onto the bed, a tangle of arms and legs. He rolls on top of me, taking his weight on his forearms, kissing me roughly. I spear my fingers through his thick hair, overwhelmed by all that I’m feeling. There’s nothing but the heat of his body, the fire igniting between us, his taste, his scent. He shifts, kissing his way down my throat, across my collarbones, his tongue dipping to the hollow between them.
“My turn,” I tell him, pushing at his shoulders. “I’ve been wanting to lick every spectacular muscular ridge on you since the first time we met.”
He rolls off me, onto his back, and holds his arms out to his sides. “Have at it.”
I straddle him, victorious, my hands on his shoulders, taking in his magnificent chest.
“Well?” he teases. “Just going to look at me?”
I lean down and kiss him, sinking my teeth into his full lower lip and then sucking it. He groans. My hands roam from his square jaw down his neck and over the swell of his shoulders. His hands grip my hips, but they’re not moving. I shift lower, kissing and nipping and tasting my way down, stopping to flick my tongue over his flat nipple. He moans, and I smile. I keep going, exploring his abs, running my tongue along them, and along the sides, his musky scent exciting me further. I shift, taking his massive erection in hand and running my tongue along the length of it. He groans long and low. I lick the salty drop off the tip and draw him into my mouth. His fingers tangle in my hair as his hips lift off the mattress. I take him as deep as I can, lifting my gaze to his gorgeous face. His jaw is slack, his eyes soft, watching me. I keep going, wanting to give to him after he’s given so much to me. I’m damp between the legs, achy with need, his pleasure adding to mine.
He jerks and gives my hair a sharp tug. “Ruby!”
I reluctantly loosen my hold and lift my head. “What?”
“My turn,” he growls.
My eyes widen at the roughness that’s new to his voice, and then he’s on me, his mouth sealed over mine as he lowers me under him. I wrap my arms around his neck and open my legs, cradling him.
He kisses a trail to my ear. “Jesus. So wet. I haven’t even touched you yet.”
“I got excited sucking you off.”
He drops his head for a moment.
“Phillip?”
He lifts his head, holds my jaw with one hand, and kisses me. “So fucking sexy.” He kisses me again, long and deep, his hand cupping my breast, caressing it, and then he shifts, his mouth closing over it, drawing my nipple deep into his mouth, the hollows of his cheekbones pronounced. Pleasure spears through me, my womb aching with each sharp suck. My legs fall open, aching for him there. He shifts to the other breast, caressing, kissing, sucking. His teeth clamp over my nipple and I suck in air, my back arching, and then he gentles, licking my hard nipple and then suckling again. My breath is coming harder now, need clawing at me.
“Phillip, kiss me, fuck me.” I want his mouth back up here, and I want him inside me.
He shifts lower suddenly and kisses my sex. I jolt. His warm blue-green eyes meet mine as he strokes me lazily with his fingers. “So sensitive,” he croons.
“You surprised—ah!” My hips arch up, white-hot pleasure stealing my breath. He lowered his head and sucked just as his fingers thrust inside me. He’s not taking his time with me now. He anchors my hip down with one hand while his fingers continue to thrust and stroke as his lips and tongue devour me. I’m trembling under him, my nails digging into his shoulders, whimpering incoherently, my brain screaming for release. I can’t form the words.I need, I need, please, please, please.
He lifts his head, watching my expression as he works me with his fingers. I’m panting, jaw slack, flushed with heat. I still can’t speak. He smirks, a very satisfied-looking smirk, and lowers his head again.Yes!Except now he’s gentle, soft kisses, slow licks, his fingers gentler too.
I moan and tug his hair. “I’m so fucking close. Don’t stop.”
“I’m not stopping.”
