Princess Next Door(18)

She moaned.

Her grip around his neck tightened as he touched her clit.

No man had ever touched her.

She was a virgin.

His to do with as he pleased, to show her exactly what he liked, and to get her used to his touch.

Just the thought of that alone was making him ache to claim her there and then, but he held back.

“I want us to get out,” he said.

“Why?”

“I want to see all of you, and I want to show you another skill I have, and I know without a doubt you’re going to love.”

She smiled, and he watched as she moved to the edge of the pool. He followed her, groaning as her ass came into view.

He wanted to bite her ass, to slap it as he fucked her hard. There would be time for that, so much time, but for now, he kept his hands to himself.

She stood at the edge of the pool with her hands clenched.

Taking the lead, he walked her toward one of the lounge chairs, getting her to lie down.

She stretched her arms out and he put her legs on either side, spreading her wide. When she kept trying to cover herself, he winked, and got her to put her hands on the arms of the chair.

“You’ve got to learn to trust me.”

“I don’t see how me being spread-eagled like this is going to show me any of your skills.”

“That’s because you have no faith in me whatsoever.”

She rolled her eyes, and he cupped her pussy, silencing any protest from her. He changed in position so that his face was just above her pussy.

Her gaze was on him, and he spread the lips of her pussy open, and licked across her clit, flicking back and forth, watching as she gasped, and her body shake as he teased her.

“Holy … oh, my.”

His mission was to get her to cuss, if for no other reason than to get him to fuck her, or at least to say it.

Sucking her clit into his mouth, he gave it a gentle tug before releasing her and licking her, going back and forth, teasing her until she was shaking with her need.

With just a few minutes of his tongue on her mouth, she came, crying out his name, her entire body quivering.

He was surprised at how quickly she came apart, but he didn’t mind, not at all.

“You taste exquisite,” he said.

“You really are talented.” Her gaze moved to his aching dick. “Could you show me?”

“What?”

“Show me how you like to do it.” She nodded at his dick.

Wrapping his fingers around his length, he began to stroke himself. They’d known each other such a short time, and yet it felt endless. He felt like he knew her, and there was no pressure.

She moved forward, wrapping her fingers around his cock, working with him.

Her lips brushed his, and as her hand took over, he played with her tits, pulling her close as she worked his dick.

The pleasure was intense as he came, holding her while he did.





Chapter Six


Standing in the grocery store Wednesday evening, Wynter looked at the carrots, trying to figure out which ones would be better, the short, dumpy ones or the long ones. Cooking for one was a nightmare, but tonight she was determined to cook for two.

So far Zane had taken care of their meals for the past couple of nights, and he could cook. His lasagna was the nicest she’d ever tasted, and he’d even offered to give her the recipe. She’d wanted to watch him cook, and he’d agreed but for another night. Last night he’d done some other concoction with shrimp and pasta, which made her mouth water for more.

Tonight was her turn, or tomorrow seeing as he was working late, and she wouldn’t see him tonight.

Picking up several large carrots, she placed them in the basket she held over her arm, and moved on to some peppers. Her thoughts were constantly moving back to Monday night when he’d showed her exactly how wicked his tongue could be.

After they’d enjoyed their meal, she’d insisted on going back home to get some sleep, and giving him a chance to rest. When she’d been at home, she’d started to do some research on how long it took for a woman to reach orgasm.

Much to her embarrassment, everything she’d watched and read stated at least thirty minutes. She’d not even lasted five.

She didn’t know if that was normal or not, so she had no choice but to ask Tammy. Of course, asking your friend for orgasm time hadn’t been the most comfortable conversation.

“He clearly rocks your boat.”

“Is it normal?”

“What’s normal? When Marshall has me going, it takes a few seconds, but we’re talking a buildup.”

Tammy had then told her about the buildup, the caressing and teasing that brought them to their knees.

She finished her shopping, and was making her way toward her car when someone shouted her name.

“Wynter, Wynter.”

Carey, her ex, was rushing toward her. Holding her shopping basket in her arms, she forced a smile to her lips.

“Hey, Carey, how have you been?” she asked.

They’d been friends, not much else, not that they needed to be much else. She also wasn’t a believer in being rude. She’d been the one to end things with him, and he’d not been heartbroken. He’d shrugged, and said there were more girls out there.

“I’ve been great. I’ve just seen your parents.” He held up a shopping list. “Asked me to pick some things up for them.”