Page 40 of Royal Hottie
“More, more, more.” I am shameless.
“Demanding little minx,” he growls and proceeds to drive me out of my mind. He amps me up again and I’m so grateful I can’t stop moaning. I’m loud, I don’t care. His mouth, his beautiful hungry mouth, consumes me; his fingers own me. I’m so far gone, within minutes I’m shaking with need. My insides coil tight.
“Look at me,” he says gruffly.
My eyes fly open, locked on his. He watches me as he lowers his head again, sucking gently, his fingers, oh, god, the pressure. My world goes dark for a moment and then it explodes, my hips bucking helplessly against him. Electric sensations surge through my body, radiating out from my core to the tips of my toes; even my scalp is tingling. I’m a shimmering shooting star flying through the heavens.
He climbs up my body, strokes my sweaty hair back, and gives me a kiss. I smile against his lips. I’m limp, melting into the mattress. I vaguely think I should invite him to fuck me now, but I can’t speak, can’t move. He doesn’t seem to mind. He lies on his side next to me and runs his hand over me, stroking me from shoulder to wrist, down my side, my hip. Even this feels good, warm sensations radiating everywhere he touches.
Finally, I find my voice. “I want to do more, but I can’t seem to move.”
“Shh, just let me touch you.”
So I do. I lie there warm and relaxed while he runs his hands over me, until he finally pulls me into his arms and just holds me. I snuggle into his heat, safe and content and satisfied. The truth slams into me—
I am in love.
Fuck. No. This is supposed to be our one night in Paris, our bubble, our memory. Tears sting my eyes. Dammit.
I grab his head and kiss him hard, thrusting my tongue in his mouth, desperate to get back to passion and raw need. He’s right there with me, his mouth demanding, and then he rolls on top of me, fitting himself between my legs. He stills suddenly and turns to the nightstand. He’s left a condom there. I didn’t even see him do that.
He rolls it on and then settles between my legs, his big hand cradling my face, gazing into my eyes.
Emotion clogs my throat, and I swallow hard.
“You okay?” he asks.
I grab his ass and pull him close. “Yes, fuck me.”
He thrusts hard, taking me to the hilt, his mouth sealing over mine, swallowing my soft cry. He’s so much bigger than me. He’s stretching me, thick and hard, bringing a deep ache. He shifts to whisper in my ear, “You’re so tight. So good.”
I try to relax under him. And then he kisses me tenderly as he pumps into me, slow and sure, and I do relax again. The pleasure builds slowly.
He gazes down at me with a look of such tenderness I’m momentarily breathless. No man has ever looked at me like this when we’re fucking. Because it’s not fucking, he’s making love to me.
I rake my nails down his back and bite his neck. His reaction is swift and sure, his hand sliding under my hip, lifting me for deeper penetration as he pounds into me, his breath harsh by my ear.
“Come with me,” he rasps.
“Yes,” I gasp out. I’m close, and he’s relentless, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. My body clenches around him, my breathing ragged.
He holds my jaw, our gazes lock, our breaths merge as our bodies merge. His voice is deep and commanding. “Now.”
I break, the orgasm ripping through me. He lets go, thrusting through my release, bringing more and more pleasure, wave after wave, until we’re both spent. He gives me his weight, a delicious feeling. I try to memorize everything about this moment. The musky scent of sex, our heated skin pressed together, the pounding of my heart, the euphoric high.
It is aperfectmoment.
He eases his weight off, holding himself over me as he cradles my jaw and kisses me. “Rest now. I’ve got plans for you.”
I’m too sated to move, the words form slowly in my dreamy state. “Should I be concerned?”
His eyes are warm on mine. “Only if multiple orgasms concern you.”
I smile what I’m sure is a goofy wide smile. “I think I lo—” I clamp my mouth shut.
He stills. I stare at his chin, unable to meet his eyes, desperately wishing I could take it back.
He rolls off me and out of bed.
