Well, maybe I could wait for whatever he was about to say next.
“Theodore Rinaldi, sexiest, most handsome,charmingPrince of Monaco?—”
“You’re off to a good start,” I said, and bit down on my lower lip.
“I love every single thing about you. From your gorgeous eyes, to your cunning wit, to your trouble-talking mouth that I love to shut up with my…cock.”
I wasn’t going to last. If he kept talking like this and looking likethat,I was going to come right here in the suite’s living room before I even got my pants off.
“And luckily for me, you suck it like it’s one of your royal duties.”
I snorted, thinking that if that were the case, it might be the one duty I would show up for without complaint. But for now, I wanted more than that. I wanted to take this delicious man into the next room and show him that tonight, the only duties I was interested in performing were myhusbandlyduties.
I moved back up to my knees, gripped his cock, and lowered my head to suck on the tip. After a few well-placed swipes of my tongue, I let him go with a satisfyingpopand nuzzled my nose into the short hair at the base of his dick.
Shep’s hand moved to the back of my neck as I inhaled his scent, then I began to kiss my way up his treasure trail, abs, and chest. When I was back on my feet, he took my lips in a fierce kiss full of love and possession—something I was feeling myself.
“Come with me.” I laced my fingers with his and led him into our bedroom, needing him naked, needing him under me, needinghim.
When we reached the end of the bed, Shep was about to turn around when I whispered, “No, stay just like this.”
Shep let his head fall back as I circled his waist and flattened my hands over his stomach. I moved in close, pressing my body up against his, trailing my fingers up and down.
“Theo…” he said, and placed his hands over mine to draw them higher up his body. I kissed his shoulder over the material that still hung from it, then finally took hold of its edges and drew the shirt off him.
I tossed it on the floor and moved right back into position, but my hands weren’t the only thing touching him now—my lips had found a warm spot directly over his shoulder blade. I kissed and sucked my way across the tight, firm skin as my hands found their way back down to where his dick jutted out of his pants.
“My husband has a spectacular cock.”
Shep grunted out a chuckle as my thumb swept over the sticky head. “Was that a requirement?”
“Oui, and yours ismostspectacular.” I stroked my hand down his length, grinning against his back. “To ride, suck, and stroke.”
“Jesus,” he groaned, wrapping his hands over mine as I quickened my pace. He started to thrust in and out of the tight opening we’d created. “Yes…Theo.”
The more aroused Shep got, the deeper and more sensuous his voice became, seducing me and making my body heat like the expensive whiskey the two of us had polished off tonight.
Needing him now, more than ever, I let go of him and slipped my fingers under the waist of his pants and briefs, then drew them down his legs. He stepped out of them.
“Get up on the bed.” I punctuated the order with a sharp bite to his perfect ass. As Shep did as he was told, I undressed and grabbed the bottle of lube I’d made sure to pack for this impromptu visit.
When I turned back to see him face down on the covers, his arms wrapped around the pillow under his cheek, and his legs slightly spread, my feet faltered.
Putain. He was the picture of male beauty. The light dusting of hair on his legs and thighs led my eyes up to the plump, round ass I couldn’t wait to get inside of. His back muscles flexed with anticipation of what I was going to do next, and I couldn’t wait to lie over the top of him and make him mine.
I climbed up onto the bed and in between his thighs, and the second my fingers touched one of his cheeks, Shep canted his ass up in my direction.
“Damn, but your ass is something else,” I said, gripping his waist and pulling him fully up to his knees.
A muffled chuckle met my ears as I uncapped the lube and poured some into my hand. Then I reached for my cock, slicked it up, and used what was left to trail slippery fingers along Shep’s crack. He moaned loudly as he pushed back and I teased his eager entrance.
“Greedy tonight?”
“Greedy, horny, needy.”
“Me too, husband,” I said, pushing a finger inside him. “Me too.”
I smoothed a hand down his back as I continued to stretch him in preparation for what would come next. I couldn’t remember ever wanting a man as much as I wanted Shep, but every time I was with him, that need intensified.
