Park Avenue Prince(59)

He dipped his head and kissed my neck. “All weekend,” he replied. “It’s been torture.”

I giggled. “Thank you for not dry humping me in front of Max and Harper.” After our argument, sex hadn’t been on the agenda. But despite the lack of physical intimacy, after our discussion in the pool house about Sam’s parents, I felt we were closer than ever.

“Well, my control is up.” He walked me backward toward the bedroom. “I want to show you what you’ve been missing.”

As we walked, he pulled off my top and unzipped my skirt. I bounced as my ass hit the bed and watched as Sam stripped off in double time before me.

“What are you looking at?” he asked, standing on one leg as he peeled off his socks.

I shrugged. “Some guy.”

“Some guy who thinks you’re the most beautiful woman on the planet?” he asked as he stood naked, sliding his finger behind my knee. How could one touch in such an innocuous place get me so wet?

“Maybe,” I breathed. I’d told him I’d loved him and he’d freaked out. I could settle for him calling me beautiful for now. I knew he cared about me, and I had to be sensitive to how different our relationship was for him.

He leaned over, forcing my back to the mattress. Rather than drive me away as Sam had feared, the things he’d told me about his past only made me love him more. To have endured what he had as a child and be the man he was, floored me. I was in awe of him. “Some guy who is the most special man.”

“Some guy who’s going to work really hard at being the man you deserve,” he said.

My body and mind turned to jelly.

He placed small kisses from my stomach up between my breasts, then yanked down my bra straps, enveloping my hardened nipple with his tongue. My fingers threaded through his hair as he sucked and scraped, bit and licked. I twisted my hips in frustration. I needed him to know how wet I was. His palm spanned my belly, holding my hips to the mattress.

He released a nipple and looked up at me. “Is that the way your * asks for attention?”

I nodded, a little embarrassed.

“Don’t hold back. I like you needy,” he said as his fingers dipped beneath my panties, his middle finger finding my clit. Infuriatingly, he just rested his finger lightly on my nub and went back to work on my other nipple.

“Please,” I cried out, tilting my hips in an effort to create some friction against his finger.

“There,” he said, slowly circling my clit. “I like to hear everything. Even if it means we fight and then make up. I want to know everything that’s going on in your head, my princess.”

“Kiss me,” I said with a smile. “But don’t move your hand.”

He grinned and pressed his lips against mine, his tongue delving deeper.

“You feel so good, like coming home,” he said as he pulled back to look at me. It was the biggest compliment Sam could have paid me. I understood how difficult it must have been to let me in, but I knew he wanted to, and I would do anything in return. I swept my hands down his back.

I unhooked my bra and tossed it away while Sam pulled off my panties. I clasped my hands over his shoulders. I liked the feel of him under my fingers. He was so solid, so safe.

In one swift movement, he slid me to him, my back to his front, and lifted my leg up and back so it leaned on his. I loved the warmth of him enveloping me in this position. “You ready, Princess?” he asked as he teased my sex with the tip of his cock.

“Always,” I said. I waited as he slipped on a condom.

“I’ve wanted you so bad all weekend. We have a lot of catching up to do.” He thrust into me, his hand on my hip, pushing me onto him. My body sagged in relief at having him inside me. This was how it should be. Always.

“I’ve missed this,” I said. “Missed you.”

“You never need to miss it.” He dragged himself out and thrust up again. “I’m going to try, for you, Grace.”

His tender words coupled with his hard f*cking were the perfect combination. Had he meant what he said?

My mind went blank as my body began to buzz from the inside out with the beginning of an orgasm.

“Fuck,” Sam yelled, then pulled out, rolling to his back. “I was so close—too close—I want to make this last,” he said.

I liked that he’d only been in me a few seconds before his need to come had overtaken him. I shifted to face him and placed a kiss on his sticky, hot chest.

“I’m sorry,” he said, stroking my back. “I have no control around you.”

“That’s okay.”

He swept his hand down my body, his fingers finding my clit. He stared deep into my eyes as he circled and circled. His gaze made his touch all the stronger. The buzz built in my stomach this time. His movements were steady and small, as if he were patiently and carefully pulling my orgasm from me. I gripped his arm, keeping him in position.

I let out a groan and he took my bottom lip between his teeth, then slid his tongue into my mouth in strong, possessive strokes, as if to remind me I was his. I groaned and seeped onto his fingers as my body shook and then dissolved into my climax.

“Jesus, I love it when you come,” he said, pushing me to my back and sliding over me.

I couldn’t speak. Just smiled and cupped his face with my palm.