Page 77 of The Thing About My Prince
“Christ, Lexi.” His face is over mine again now, his chest expanding and contracting with deep, heavy breaths. “You are soaking wet.”
Then he kisses me.
It’s lingering and intoxicating, and at the same time he teases my entrance with his finger, sending me higher on this plane of unreality before sliding inside me.
We sigh into each other’s mouths, the kissing more urgent now, my fingers gliding down his back and inside his jeans and boxers until I’m gripping his firm ass.
In response, he presses his hardness into my thigh, making me want him all the more.
He eases his mouth away from mine and kisses a line across my cheek to my ear, simultaneously slipping his finger out of me and sliding it toward my clit.
The moment he makes contact with my desperate, throbbing nub, the whole world turns black. All I’m aware of is his touch, the rocking of his hips into my leg, and his heavy breaths against my ear.
“I want you, Lexi. I want you so fucking much.”
As he increases the pressure on my clit and kisses his way down the side of my neck, I reach for his belt.
But before I can grab it, he’s moved back down my body, his hand out of my underwear, and is tugging at my pants.
“Oh God, yes.” I lift my hips so he can pull off my bottoms.
Then I’m lying here, completely naked, with his eyes roving my body in the half-light creeping in from the castle’s exterior lights, a smile of wonderment on the mouth that was just kissing me.
He parts my legs and kneels between them. “You are fucking beautiful. You are every fucking thing.”
When I reach for the bulge in his jeans and trace the outline, his head rolls back while his hands stretch forward for my shoulders. They rest there for a second before he drags his fingers down my body, over my breasts, pausing to tease my nipples before continuing the journey down over my belly, around the outside of my hips and under my butt.
He lifts my hips a little, lowers his head, and oh dear God, I might be about to explode before his mouth even reaches me.
The groan that comes from deep inside him the moment his tongue touches my clit vibrates through me.
My hands fly over my head and grip the pillow. The heat of his mouth, the circling pressure of his tongue and his pulsing little sucks are almost unbearable.
“Fucking delicious,” he says against me before he pulls a hand out from under my butt and moves it between my legs.
“Oh my God, Oliver.”
His tongue pauses for a second. “Come on.”
I open my eyes for just long enough to see him watch himself slide two fingers inside me.
It’s too much to bear. A cry flies out of me and my head falls back again as I give myself to him completely, sink into his mouth, and bear down on his hand.
His fingers glide in and out as his tongue pulses against my clit. Everything behind my eyes is as dark and heavy and lush as the velvet curtains framing the night sky outside the windows.
It’s just me and Oliver. Not a reporter and an interviewee. Not a prince. Just two people who are connected in some way deeper than this physical pleasure of each other.
The hand that’s still on my butt loosens its grip and slides inward until he reaches the top of my crack, then a finger gingerly traces a line downward. The second he reaches that sensitive circle of nerve endings, the pressure of his tongue and pace of his fingers inside me increases.
And that’s it. I shoot straight to the peak, no steady climb—I’m right there, no turning back. The circles he rubs on my rear entrance mirror the circles of his tongue on my clit, and I’m gone. The darkness explodes with shattering stars and bursting fireworks.
My inner walls contract around his thrusting fingers, and I’m vaguely aware of my head thrashing from side to side as I crash over the top with a cry I don’t recognize. As everything inside me undulates with ecstasy, I release the pillow with one hand and grab Oliver’s hair to anchor myself.
After one final deep arch of my back off the bed, I collapse again, ribbons of pleasure rippling through my body as he slows his pace and brings me back down.
“Holy shit,” I say on a sigh. “What the hell was that?”
Then he’s on all fours over me. Gazing down like he’s stumbled across a rare treasure and can’t believe his luck.
