Page 115 of Peasants and Kings
The rough whiskers on his jaw were their own form of torture. I was overly sensitive and when he swiped his tongue across the bundle of nerves between my legs, I erupted around him.
It was the fastest I’d ever come, my body primed for pleasure. Maybe I had a bit of blood lust of my own.
His eyes never left mine as he got up off the bed, only long enough to shed his boxers.
“Why are you so beautiful,” I asked, my gaze hungrily raking over him.
His lips curled in gratification at my question. “I was going to ask you the same thing.”
He palmed his erection which seemed to grow even larger and then he crawled on top of me. My legs fell open in eager welcome and he thrust into me with one smooth, hard drive.
My body took all of him.
He stared into my eyes while he slowly drove in and out of me, never breaking contact. His hands wandered but his gaze did not. I felt him everywhere on my skin. Every touch was a burn, irrevocably branding me as his.
Hadrian angled his pelvis and ground against me with ruthless determination. His fingers played with my nipples, his lips kissed the side of my neck.
I grasped him to me, wanting us to come together.
“I’m close,” I whispered.
Hadrian’s thrust ceased as his mouth took mine in a ravenous kiss. I was just about to beg him to move again when he withdrew.
“What? What are you doing?” I cried out.
He grinned. “I want to try something else.”
“Something else?” I repeated. “What do you want—”
He gently rolled me over so I was on my belly, and then he grabbed a pillow to nestle it under me, so my butt was angled in the air.
I realized what he wanted.
Apprehension coated my throat. “I’ve never done this before.”
“We’ll go slow. You say stop, we stop. Aye?”
I nodded. Nerves dampened my ardor.
Hadrian’s chest covered my back, his face coming to rest in the crook where my shoulder met my neck. “Trust me,” he whispered.
I nodded again and then lay my cheek flush to the bed and closed my eyes. The bedside drawer opened and closed. I looked up just in time to see Hadrian unscrewing a lid on a jar of coconut oil. He scooped out a dollop and settled it between his hands before putting them on me.
“Relax,” he said.
“It’s hard to relax when I don’t know what’s coming,” I quipped.
His strong hands started at my neck and worked their way down. He kneaded the muscles of my shoulders and back, and every once in a while, he’d stop to place a kiss on my skin.
Lulled by his sensual, caressing touch, my eyes drifted shut and they didn’t open—not even when he spread my cheeks.
He dribbled more oil onto my skin, letting it fall into crevices and creases. Every once in a while, he touched his finger to a place that had never been touched for pleasure before.
Hadrian nibbled on my shoulder as his finger gently eased into me. I tensed immediately, not liking the pinch of discomfort, my untried body learning to make room.
“Easy,” he whispered, gently easing his finger in and out of me.
I squirmed against his touch, not sure if I was trying to get away or wanting him to go deeper.
