Ravishing Rapunzel (Passion-Filled Fairy Tales, #6)(22)

He’d laid her out on the sofa, and edged his bottom next to her, not quite fitting. He sat up and looked at the length of her body, shaking his head. Grabbing the lower edge of her purple night dress, he lifted it and said, “You don’t need this, do you?”

No. No she didn’t. She shook her head as a wave of nervous anticipation rolled through her. She sat up and took the corner of the dress from him, their hands brushing momentarily. Though feeling awkward, as she’d never undressed in front of a man, she hiked up the dress, shimmying slightly to remove it from beneath her seated body, pulled it over her head, and let it fall to the floor next to them. She reclined again, naked on the sofa, deciding to let him take the lead.

He smiled. “I must admit. I imagined your beauty without clothes, but I realize just how weak and pathetic my little fantasy was. The real thing is entirely better, by leaps and bounds.”

He leaned in, suckling, caressing and teasing her entire body. His touch was lithe and exacting, his fingers titillating her breasts, making her nipples harden, her breaths coming in uneasy gasps as he stroked her with deft skill. She’d never felt such ecstasy, and she could feel her insides liquefying.

He traced the length of her torso with his long, luxuriant tongue, rolling over her breasts, down her tummy, and burying his face in her thicket of yellow curly hair.

She spread her legs in anticipation, wondering if the words the page had planted in her mind would be as vivid in reality. And when he stroked her insides, her body trembled as she experienced a wave of visceral pleasure unlike anything she’d ever imagined, much less felt. A guttural grunt of joy emerged from her lips as her body took over and her mind cleared of everything but the pleasure he inflicted on her.

When she didn’t think she could enjoy a moment more of pleasure, he pulled his head from between her legs. She opened her eyes to look at him, his lips glistening with her juices, and said, “I think you are ready, my love.”

Indeed she was. She nodded her assent.

He slipped off his pants, and she saw his large, thick rod hanging from him. The mound of flesh with throbbing veins intrigued and delighted her, a primal instinct somehow making her crave what she’d never had but knew she desired more than anything.

He straddled her, and then slowly, gently pushed inside her. It wasn’t what she expected. A tighter fit than she’d considered, and a shocking amount of him. Yet as he settled inside her, there was overwhelming pleasure. A merciless delight that filled her. Gently, he pushed himself in and out of her. With each stroke, she seemed to loosen, and he seemed to find his rhythm. It was steady and, dare she think it, sweet.

She closed her eyes and focused just on feeling him inside her. His motion intense and constant. A perfect mate for her body, which rocked in time with him. She seemed to find her own pace, her back arching to better feel the ecstasy he provided. Her fingers gripped his back, digging in for purchase. She wanted all of him, to feel every inch of him.

His body leaning over hers as he rocked, she tipped her head forward and planted kisses on his neck as he pumped inside her. Her entire body responded to his, a perfect push and pull.

His soft grunts of pleasure as he filled her increased her need for him, and his body seemed to know. His pace increased, and they panted in unison as the soft thwap of their mingled bodies colliding filled the room. She could feel a wave of intensity building in her, and her moans of ecstasy grew louder, faster. He gripped her waist as he pounded faster, pushing himself deeper than she’d thought possible, every bit of her quivering beneath him.

Suddenly she felt her entire body tremble with an electrifying, unyielding rapturous waves, her legs feeling like jelly as he exploded inside her. The euphoria of feeling washed over her, and he lay down next to her, pressed into the back of the sofa, panting. She turned on her side so they both fit better and kissed him. “That was wonderful,” she said.

“I hope so,” he said back with a grin. “I want to make you feel wonderful like that every day.”





Chapter 11 – Horse Riding


T hey’d spent the next few days in luxuriant sexual bliss. Rapunzel was happier than she’d ever been. Bradyn was easy to talk to and easy to be around. He was helpful in the tower, often offering to cook with her, even though he hadn’t the faintest clue how. He even offered to go to the rooftop garden with her, but she’d been hesitant to take him up. Her mother noticed every small thing about the garden. She didn’t want him to step on something and have her mother notice something was amiss.

The evening before her mother was due back, Rapunzel and Bradyn said goodbye, and then she went about removing all traces that he had been there. Melancholy formed in her gut as she did, as it seemed like it was erasing part of who she was.

The next morning, her mother arrived bright and early, and Rapunzel felt glad that she’d insisted Bradyn leave last night. He’d wanted to stay with her until the morning.

“Wait until you see what I have for you,” her mother said as she climbed over the window sill.

Rapunzel stared at her mother, realizing what she would have noticed a few weeks ago simply by weight if she hadn’t been so used to Bradyn climbing up her braid. But now that her mother had spoken, she realized the woman had a satchel over her shoulder.

Genuinely curious, she stepped toward her mother. “What is it?”

Gothel smiled and was reaching into the bag when she tilted her head back and sniffed the air. “Did you do something different, dear?” she said, looking around the room. “It smells different.”