“Georgie,” Isahn growled as he kicked open the door to the bedchamber and left the washroom behind.
“Mmm?” She did it again.
“Woman!” He reached the bed and tossed her down unceremoniously. “You will not make me come first.”
Thatcommand wasn’t a question, but George couldn’t say she minded. She laughed, open-mouthed and joyful, as he climbed over the top of her.
“You’re magnificent.” His voice was low as he studied her reverently while trailing the pad of his thumb over her sensitive nipples.
“Mmm, I know,” she teased. Grinning—hard—to keep her eyes from tearing up, she wriggled. No one had ever called her magnificent before. She’d only been with a few people over the years and already knewnoneof them were as attentive or as kind as Isahn. Still, her teasing comment had the desired impact.
Isahn kissed the smile right off her face, replacing it with an open-mouthed pout of pleasure as his fingers worked their way between her legs, where his throbbing cock had been only moments before.
“Do you want to come on my fingers—”
“Yes.”
“I wasn’t done. You didn’t hear the second option.”
She mumbled a sound of question as his fingertip slipped briefly over her most sensitive spot.
“My fingers, or my tongue?”
George popped up on her elbows, cocking her head to the side. He wanted to go down on her, something she’d never done before, never really considered, truth be told. She knew what it was, but she’d never been in a situation where she wanted anything more than fingers... until now.
“Tongue, please.”
Isahn smirked before lowering his face between her thighs and nuzzling her with his nose.
“Oh!” She jolted, falling back when her elbows forgot to work.
“You’ve never done this?” He spoke against her, allowing his lips to tickle against her smooth, shaved skin.
George lifted her hips involuntarily, her body craving what she couldn’t give words to. “No. Am I that obvious?” she managed to get out.
Isahn rumbled from deep in his chest. “I’m going to taste you. Is that all right, Georgie?”
“Yes,” she murmured as he rubbed the tip of his nose against her clit again.
Shock and euphoria had her frozen on an inhale when the slick heat of his tongue first met her center. His first lick was gentle, surprising her with its contrasting intensity. Every nerve in her body fired simultaneously, delightfully overwhelmed, craving something more.
“Delicious,” he rumbled, hot against her flesh.
She emitted a nasally whine, one truly beneath a princess and future queen.
“Again, George,” he requested, running his tongue up her and swirling over her clitoris.
She delivered, and he responded with a growl and his fingers spreading her open for his gaze. She’d never felt so bare, so vulnerable, so utterly safe.
Once he’d looked his fill, it was his tongue’s turn to play, and what Isahn had done first was so very far from what he did to her then, George thought a blissful death was on the horizon. Her heart wouldn’t survive his ministrations.
Tongue wide and flat, he lapped her center before thrusting into her channel like she was the most divine thing he’d ever experienced, like each one of his senses needed her. He hummed along to a tune that poured from her very soul. Each time he licked up to her clit, she squealed, body overtaking mind as she pressed herself against his face.
Groaning, he grabbed her thighs and tossed them over his shoulders, rumbling something about beauty and perfection as he dove back in.
In the least princessly manner possible, George found herself grabbing the back of his head, forcing Isahn to remainonher at all times as he lathed and sucked her. His moans and the way he rocked against the bed assured her he didn’t mind her forceful attention. Hips up, her ass rose off the mattress, and he slipped a hand beneath, palming her cheeks, teasing her holes with his fingers while his tongue took her closer to the edge.
She exploded, and the glittering fragments of her sanity sparkled in the air around her as she floated, weightless and convulsing. He kept his mouth on her until her shaking subsided. Then he gave her one final soft lick before moving toward the edge of the bed.
