Page 49 of Royal Player
Her nails dig into my shoulders. “Just do it.”
I kiss her. “I’m taking it slow for your sake.”
“I want fast.”
I close my eyes, drawing on every ounce of willpower I possess. She doesn’t know what she’s asking, and the last thing I want is to hurt her. I kiss her, easing in, and then I feel it, the barrier between us. She’s right. One quick thrust will be easier on her. I nuzzle her neck and then I sink my teeth into the cord of her neck, distracting her with the bite as I thrust fully into her.
She cries out.
I lift my head. “You okay?”
She nods, but she doesn’t look okay. Her expression is strained, her lips clamped tightly together like she’s bearing through it.
I keep still, buried deep, and shift to her ear. “It’ll get better, I promise.”
She pats my shoulder in acknowledgment, still uncharacteristically quiet.
I shift enough to reach my fingers between us and stroke her. She arches up into me with a moan.Yes.I kiss her and rock into her at the same time, cupping her jaw with one hand. I feel the moment she relaxes under me, and take full advantage, increasing the rhythm. I need so much more, but I hold back, waiting, waiting, waiting.
I gaze into her eyes, our breaths mingling as we join, and suddenly there’s nothing but this elemental bond. I never knew what it meant to make love until now. I tilt her hips up for a better angle, and then I hit it just right.
“Oh, oh, oh!” she cries, her nails digging into my ass. “Oscar.”
“Surrender,” I tell her in French. She doesn’t notice when I change languages, but deep inside she responds. She goes off, her body squeezing me rhythmically, and I lose control, thrusting hard and deep, racing to my own release. It slams into me, an explosion of pleasure as I pump into her, dimly aware of her soft moans. I’m spent.
She hugs me tight, and a smile tugs at my lips. I kiss the side of her neck and close my eyes, sinking into her love.
Chapter Twelve
Polly
I snuggle closer to the heat of a naked Oscar in bed. It’s just before dawn and he’s sound asleep. I gave him my virginity last night freely, an expression of my love. I’m confident it was the right choice. I must be in denial over what this all means, but I just feel too good lying here with him to feel anything but happy.
I made my choice. No regrets. Oscar is good to me, protective and tender. He even changed the sheets while I cleaned up in the bathroom last night, so the servants wouldn’t notice the evidence of my virginity. He cares for me deeply, and I feel the same.
I’m not ready to sneak back to my room yet. I pull the covers off us to help wake him up, and then throw my arm and leg over him, where he’s sleeping flat on his back.
I whisper in his ear, “I want to try sex when there’s no virgin barrier in the way.”
No response.
I climb on top of him and kiss his scruffy jaw, his neck, and finally his lips.
He wraps his arms around me. “Pol.”
“One more time before I have to go.”
His hand strokes down my back to cup my ass. “You’re going to be sore. Marge is going to wonder why you’re walking funny.”
I laugh. “Do I look different?”
He pushes my long hair out of his face and holds my head, studying me. “Well, the giant V on your forehead faded.”
“Ha-ha, I’m serious. Can you tell?”
His gaze turns tender and he kisses me. “You’ve looked relaxed and happy ever since you started visiting me at night. My magic touch.”
“I am relaxed and happy with you. Now make love to me and don’t go so slow this time.”
