Page 42 of Royal Hottie
I kiss along her neck, the satin skin hot to the touch. She angles her head to give me better access. I slide my hand up her flat stomach to her soft breast, cupping it, and then shift, clamping my fingers on her nipple. She jolts, and I release her nipple, sliding my hand back to pleasure central as I thrust steadily inside her, slow and deep. Then I keep my hand still, cupping her between the legs as I let the feeling build inside me. She feels incredible, tight and hot, and it takes every ounce of willpower to hold back.
She arches back into me over and over, taking me deeper, her breath coming in short pants. Then she grabs my hand and makes my fingers stroke her.
I thrust deep, holding her tight to me, and give her neck a nip. “Tell me what you want.”
“Your fingers,” she gasps out. “I swear you know when I’m close and you’re toying with me!”
I strum her lightly with my thumb, and her breath shudders out. “You’re so much fun to play with I can’t help but toy with you.”
She growls in frustration, and I give her a little more. She whimpers, and I give her even more, my touch firmer, my thrusts faster. She arches back against me, her hand reaching back and gripping my hair.
“You’ll come when I let you,” I whisper in her ear. She shivers, and I clamp her still, cupping her between the legs firmly, my cock buried deep inside. She moans softly and relaxes into me, a surrender. A vision of tying her up flashes through my mind, and I surge deep, thrusting over and over.Fuck, fuck, fuck. Hang on.I need her with me.
I stroke her softly, allowing myself another deep thrust. Her moans turn to a keening sound that fills my ears like a roar. Her body clamps down around me, and I give her what she needs, sending her over the edge. She breaks on a harsh cry, her body shuddering around me. I pump hard and deep, racing toward my own release, her soft cries spurring me on, and then I let go, the climax slamming hard in a rush of pleasure. I hold her tight to me, my body racked with it, still pumping, the sensation incredible. Finally I still, holding her in my arms.
We’re both breathing hard, our bodies slick with sweat. She goes limp. That means I did my job right.
I stroke her hair back from her face and smooth it over her shoulder.
She hums a happy sound. “Phillip?”
I stroke her hair again, loving the silky feel of it. “What is it? Let me guess, you want to thank me for a thoroughly satisfying fuck.”
She turns to look at me over her shoulder, her eyes heavy-lidded. “I am so getting you back.” She flops onto the mattress on her stomach.
I grin and caress the sweet curve of her bottom. “I look forward to it.”
No response. I think I wore her out again.
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Ruby
Is it wrong that I invited Phillip into the bath and then teased him mercilessly, rubbing against him, stroking him, and then asking him to wash me before retreating to the other side of the tub? That is called payback, people, and no one deserved it more than him. He gets off on holding me hostage, milliseconds from orgasm, and then pulling me back to square one. So I’ve kept him at square one for nearly an hour now, and I am loving it. Hmm, maybe I get off on it too. Could we be better matched? A twinge of sadness pierces my happy bubble. I’m heading home soon, and he’s going on a global tour for who knows how long? A year or more. We’re so different, it doesn’t make sense why we fit so well together.
“C’mere, Ruby,” he croons from across the tub. “This champagne has your name on it.”
I don’t move because I suspect he’s about to let loose his own form of payback. This ismyparty. His big hand clamps around my ankle and gives me a tug. Not hard enough to pull me under, just enough to nudge me. I ignore the hint and redo my hair in its messy updo with the hair band I found in my purse. His hand slides up my calf to my knee, pushing my leg open. A definite forward move in the sensual torture game.
“You’re sneaky,” I tell him, rapidly finishing my hair.
He grips my thigh and glides me through the water to him, bringing the champagne glass to my lips. I take a sip, and he takes a sip from it too, his aquamarine eyes intent on mine. I could drown in those eyes. All of me warms from throat to chest to belly just from one look.
I break eye contact and peer around him. “Where’s the chocolate? We should have that with the champagne.” It’s the wee hours of the morning, around four a.m. last I checked. Chocolate sounds like a great early breakfast and I’m hungry.
He doesn’t reply; instead he gives me more champagne, tipping the glass up for me to take a healthy swallow. I don’t mind. It’s delicious, better than any champagne I’ve ever had. He finishes the rest and sets the glass back on the tub’s ledge.
He cradles my face with both hands. “I’m going to tell you something, and I don’t want you to be mad.”
I blink. Normally I’d tense for bad news, but it’s impossible after soaking in this relaxing bath, getting multiple orgasms wrung out of me, and drinking champagne on an empty stomach. “What is it?”
A smile plays over his lips. “That wasn’t a box of chocolate I had delivered. It was a box of condoms.”
I splash him. “Phillip! I was looking forward to that chocolate!”
He laughs and wipes the water from his eyes. “You want me to order some chocolate?”
“God, no. They’d think we need more condoms.”
