Royally Not Ready(85)

“You want me,” I say as a statement, because I can see it in her body language.

“Badly, my King,” she answers.

I kneel on the bed, my weight dipping the mattress as I straddle her shoulders with my hands, moving my mouth close to hers. Feeling the patter of her heartbeat against my chest, I press a soft kiss to her cheek, then to her eye, her other eye, and her other cheek. She sighs a heavenly sound as I bring my lips to her jaw, to the spot behind her ear, to her chin, and to the other side of her jaw.

Down the column of her neck, keeping my kisses soft, which causes a flood of goosebumps to break out over her skin. I drag my tongue along the rigid bone when I reach her collarbone. Her chest lifts as a light, almost undetectable moan falls past her lips.

Pleased with her response, I trail my lips farther south, right between her breasts. Her breathing picks up, and when I steal a glance at her, I catch her eyes squeeze shut in anticipation. Keeping my eyes on her, I flick her right nipple with my tongue. Her mouth parts and I take that moment to suck her breast into my mouth, making sure to pull on her nipple. Her arms tug on the ties as she lets out a deeper moan, this one more vocal.

I suck and play with her nipple piercing, moving it from side to side, knowing the sensation increases her arousal. When I switch to her other breast, I hear the vibrator fall to the mattress, so I pull back and reset it.

“Don’t let that fall.”

“It’s teasing me.”

“Good,” I say then spend another five minutes just lapping at her breasts, sucking, nibbling, doing everything in my power to bring her close to her climax.

Her muscles tense beneath me, her breathing becomes more labored, and I know she’s on the edge, so I pull away.

She groans out a protest, her eyes flashing open. I pull away from her, sitting up on the bed, leaving only her vibrator touching her, but not where she wants.

I grip the base of my hard cock, and I give it a few pumps, watching as her eyes take in every stroke. She wets her lips, and the utter satisfaction in her heady, hungry eyes spurs me on more. I bring my cock up to her mouth and without me having to say anything, she parts her lips and sucks the head of my cock into her warm, delicious mouth.

“Fuck, I could live here,” I say.

Her tongue circles the tip, her mouth so fucking soft that I fear what will happen to my will when I finally get between her legs. If her mouth is this amazing, I can’t imagine what her pussy will feel like.

While my cock is in her mouth, I grab the vibrator, turn it off, and move it to the side before moving my fingers to her slit. I gently slide them in to find her so goddamn wet that my cock surges in her mouth.

“Christ,” I growl as I pull my cock from her mouth and move between her legs. I smooth my hands up her thighs and rest my thumbs on either side of her labia. I part her open and take in her glistening cunt. “Fucking beautiful,” I say right before I flick out my tongue and take one long stroke. “Fuck me, you taste amazing,” I say as she cries out in a long, drawn-out moan.

I grow closer, my cock pressing against the mattress, pained, begging for more of her mouth. But now that I’ve had this taste of her, there’s no fucking way I’m leaving.

I prop my hands under her butt, angle her up, and I fucking feast.

I flatten my tongue and take long, drawn-out strokes against her piercing, lapping every last bit of her arousal. She writhes against the mattress, her hands clutching into fists, her breasts arching into the air, her nipples impossibly hard.

Turning my tongue into a point, I position it against her clit piercing making short, quick flicks, loving how responsive she is.

“Oh my God, my King. Please . . . please tell me I can come.”

“You’re free to come whenever you want,” I say as I go back down on her, my scruff rubbing against her inner thighs as I suck her clit into my mouth, pulling just hard enough to cause her to cry out. When I glance up, tears caress the corners of her eyes.

I let her clit go and go back to flicking up and down.

Up.

And.

Down.

Until her legs clamp against me, her stomach hollows out, and a piercing moan falls past her lips.

“Oh, fuck me, oh my God, ohhhhhh . . . fuck,” she cries, her orgasm ripping through her.

I let her ride my tongue until there doesn’t seem to be anything left in her.

Her body sags into the mattress, her breathing settles, and the most satisfied look crosses her face when she opens her eyes.

I smooth my hands over her thighs and say, “So damn beautiful.”

A lazy smile pulls at her lips as I sit up and stroke my cock again, offering myself some relief.

“I want you inside me,” she says, tugging on her ties.

“Don’t pull on those, as I don’t want you hurting yourself. Relax.”

“I want to hold you.”

“Lilly, who’s in charge?”

“You, my King,” she whispers.

“Then stop telling me what you want and let me show you what you need.”

I position myself between her legs and bring the tip of my erection to her pussy, still wet from her orgasm. I drag it up and down, causing her to release a hiss from her mouth.

“You don’t need to hold me, Lilly. You need to feel how desperately I want you.”

“Yes, my King,” she whispers, urging her hips forward.