Park Avenue Prince(20)

She flung her hands across her face.

I pushed her thighs wider. “Tell me.”

“It’s embarrassing. Please.”

Jesus. Was she Catholic or . . .

I crawled up her body, hovering over her. “Take your hands from your face and talk to me.” If I could, I’d reach inside her brain and pull out each and every fascinating thought.

Her ribcage lowered as she let out a long breath.

“It’s just . . .”

She looked me in the eye, then down at my collarbone.

“I’m just overly . . . wet down there.”

Huh? Was she a squirter? I could work with that. “And?”

She gave a little shrug. “I don’t know. I’m not normally like this. Please, don’t go down there.”

Jesus, she might as well have told me I had a monster cock and I was the best lover she’d ever had. She thought she was revealing some embarrassing secret, when really all she was doing was turning me on, revving me up.

After that revelation, I wondered if there’d ever be a time when I wasn’t hard. “I don’t want to do anything that’s going to make you feel uncomfortable.” I nudged her nose with mine. “But just so you know, there’s nothing I would like to do more than lick your *, especially if it’s never been so drenched in wetness.” I placed a delicate kiss on her lips and pulled back so I could look at her. “I did that to you and there’s absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about.”

She tried to fight the grin dancing at the edges of her lips. Who had given her reason to be embarrassed about what she had to offer? Someone who was less than her, and knew it. Someone who wanted to squash her.

I hated him instantly.

Her fingertips fluttered at my side and she might as well have been sucking my cock, the things her touch did to me. I needed a condom before I came all over that perfect belly of hers. Awkwardly, I reached for my pants, where I’d transferred a familiar square package earlier.

I looked her straight in the eye. “I need you. And given you’ve told me you’re more than ready, I’m going to f*ck you now.”

She gave me a small nod and I moved to my side as I pushed the rubber over my straining dick, right down as far as it would go. In seconds, I would be buried in her—there was nothing on this planet I wanted more in that moment.

I positioned myself and glanced up to find her watching me, her eyes connected to mine as if she was trying to see inside me.

Don’t bother, Princess.

“Ready?” I asked.

She nodded and rolled her lips together. If she was nervous, within seconds that feeling would fall away. I dipped to take another kiss, to reassure her, and found myself unable to pull away entirely. Instead I dropped my forehead to hers. We were so close our mouths brushed every time she exhaled.

I traced the tip of my dick from her clit down to her entrance. Her body was tense but it soon wouldn’t be. I’d f*ck all the anxiety away.

“You want me?” I asked.

She whimpered. “Please.”

Her sounds vibrated across my lips. Such a simple word.

I pushed into her in a slow, controlled slide, but I wasn’t stopping until I was balls deep. Jesus, she was so f*cking tight. I gasped, letting go of my breath.

I wanted to be fast, to find my climax in the next thirty seconds, but at the same time I liked how we were connected, every part of my body touching every part of hers. I groaned at the thought.

She twisted beneath me.

“You like that, Princess?” I whispered. “You like being pinned to the ground with my body, my dick right up inside you like that?”

Of course she liked it; how could she not?

She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer, her legs hugging my waist. She felt this connection like I did. I could tell, couldn’t I?

I began to make small, isolated movements, keeping our bodies tight against each other while shifting my cock up and down, not too far out—I didn’t want to lose her warmth—just enough to. Be. Fucking. Perfect.

Everything was just so intense, the pleasure so concentrated. I licked the underside of her top lip. Cherries. The taste went straight to my groin, threatening to push me over as she tipped her head back. “Fuck,” I groaned, my words spilling directly into her open mouth.

Her fingernails bit into my shoulder. “Don’t stop.”

“Not ever,” I replied. Our bodies were so tightly pressed against each other it was as if we shared every breath, as if we were merging into one. I reached beneath her butt cheek, wanting her closer still.

“Stay there,” she said, breathless. “I like you over me. On me. So heavy.” She groaned and arched her back off the ground, turned on by her own words. Fuck me, that was nearly too much. I almost let go, but I refused to go before her. I pushed harder and deeper, keeping my movements small, squeezing into her.

My tongue reached for her mouth again in a desperate attempt to have more of her, to give her more of me. This time our tongues crashed together as she gasped. Her fingers on my arms froze and I felt her pulling me into her, her orgasm igniting mine.

It didn’t need much encouragement. I managed to pull back just a few inches to see her beautiful face. Her eyes were glassy, but she was looking straight at me as if she knew everything.

“Fuck,” I cried out as I spilled into her, bowing my head, my cheek resting against hers.