Player's Princess (A Royal Sports Romance)(72)

I brought a blanket anyway, a big one. Actually two. I grab them and carry them over my shoulders and walk out onto the sand with Ana.

She strides out onto the beach and stands there, and she looks like a goddess when the wind picks up and blows her hair every which way, half of it loosened from her braid.

Anastasia just gives up and sets her hair free, and it blows out wild and untamed in a silver-gold stream that shimmers in the late afternoon sun like snow on a mountain.

"We're alone," she notes.

"Yeah. I was thinking we could just hang out here for a while and—"

She starts taking her clothes off.

"Ana," I warn her. "The water is freezing."

"I checked the temperature. It's fifty-six degrees. I will only be in for a minute."

"I really don't think—"

My words die in my mouth as she casually tosses her hoodie on the blanket I've laid out, and then her jeans, and then her underwear. She takes it off as if she's alone, her movements so natural and comfortable that they somehow make my cock even harder at the sight of her naked body.

I trail after her, planning to dive in and rescue her, but she's true to her word.

She walks out until she's perhaps waist-deep in the water and ducks down, and then rises up with her hair soaked. She bobs in the waves just long enough that I'm about to go in after her before she walks back out, leaving tracks in the wet sand Water shimmers on her naked body, and her waist-length hair sticks to her skin like snow on a mountain slope. With her mismatched eyes and the sea and sky behind her, she looks like some ocean goddess rising from the waves. I drink in the sight of every inch of her, from her delicate toes to the thick, honey-colored hair between her legs to her hard nipples to her soft lips and the way the bold look on her face contrasts with the blush on her skin.

She stands before me wet and naked and just now shivering and says, "Are we going to make love now?"

I start peeling off my clothes.





Chapter Fourteen





Anastasia



When Jason starts to disrobe, I go to help him. I lift his shirt up first, and tremble when the backs of my fingers brush his skin. I gasp when I see him.

My heart pounds in my chest, for his beautiful body and for the threat someone will come walking over the hill and see us. We walked far down the beach, well away from anything, really. We are totally alone, the only sounds the waves and the cry of gulls and my own blood rushing in my ears as I undo his belt and let his shorts fall down around his ankles.

His boxers go down last. He's already hard.

Jason slips his arms around me. I love how vulnerable I feel, and how safe it makes me feel to be wrapped in his arms. I lean against him and savor our nudity, his soft skin against mine, his powerful chest expanding and contracting as he breathes.

Very gently, he tips my chin up with his fingers and kisses me. It's overwhelming when he leans over me, towering over me, and puts his hands on my ass, squeezing as I taste him. I squeeze him in return, and quiver at the feeling of his hard cock, throbbing against my stomach.

He kisses my neck and shoulders, sinks down, and takes my nipples in my mouth. When I try to go down onto the blanket with him, meaning to fall on my back and take him inside me, he stops me, holding me firmly around the waist.

Jason sinks to his knees in front of me. He keeps my legs together with his hands on my thighs and makes me stand. I look around, suddenly feeling intensely exposed, aware of all the open air around my nude body. Being naked changes in his presence, becomes exciting.

He nuzzles his chin between my legs and drags his tongue over my mound, tasting me. I gasp and shudder, stroking his head with both hands. When his tongue touches the most intimate places of my body, my nakedness becomes almost unbearable. I can feel the whole world through my skin.

I don't know how he expects me to stand up like this. My legs start to buckle as his tonguing of my clit grows more intense. My toes curl and my balance wavers, but he holds me up with rock-like strength, his arms unmovable.

He leans back and licks his lips.

"You're so f*cking wet."

"I want you inside me."

He smiles a distant, almost vacant smile and sits on the blanket, then grabs my wrists and pulls me down. He catches me and eases me into his waist, and uses his hand to guide his cock between us, pressed against my stomach as I straddle him in his lap.

Jason leans back, and slowly lowers himself to lie on the blanket. I fall forward with my palms on his chest and stroke his skin. He gasps when I shift my weight a little and my lower lips slide along his shaft, and I groan at the feeling of the heat and thickness longing to enter me. When I sit up and look down at its girth, I can't stop thinking, he wants to put that in me.

I want it so much. My entire body aches for him. I feel hollow inside, ready to be filled, like there's an ache and only he can mend it by filling the gap inside me.

It's been long enough. I can't wait. I rise up on my knees and take hold of him, and stroke his shaft as I rub the head of his cock with my lips, wetting it. I'm so aroused it takes almost nothing to slick his shaft before I take him.

The nerves come back, and my legs lock up. I try to lower myself, but I can feel how big he's going to be, how he's going to open me like nothing ever has before. He holds my hips and steadies me, holding me in place as my legs start to tremble.