ORGASM PLEASE
Royal slides his pants down,and his cock is bare to me. I look at it and almost ask if I can see it closer, but I’m pretty sure there will be time for that later. He kicks his pants aside and then slowly climbs into bed next to me.
There’s a bandage on his leg, white and pristine, stuck to the skin. I want to ask about the wound and if this will hurt him. But he’s smiling so big at me that I let it go.If he was worried, he’d tell me, right?
Lying on his side, he presses up against me, and his cock finds a home along my hip. It’s warm and I feel it throb.Why is this so hot?
In Royal’s bed, everything smells like him and fresh laundry. It’s this deep, masculine scent of rich dark chocolate and something else I can’t put a finger on, and I almost want to roll around in it. But the source is right in front of me, looking down at me and smiling.
“Hey,” I say because I feel like I should say something, but immediately, it feels like the wrong thing.
Can you fail at intimacy? Because I’m pretty sure I’m failing.
“Hey,” Royal answers and presses a kiss against my lips. After a few seconds of kissing, I already feel better about being so weird. “I want to explore your body with my hands, is that okay?”
I nod and press up to kiss him again. Apparently, I love kissing. From watching movies, it never seemed like much.Toni’s recount of her first kiss never made it seem like this. Nothing like this intensity.
Royal starts out with his hand on my stomach like he’d coached me to do. He’s so warm that every part of him feels like a little furnace against my skin, and I’m grateful for it. The heat of his body drives away some of the chill of being naked in front of someone for the first time.
Slowly, he moves his hand, traveling up my body toward my breasts. He pauses on my sternum between them, not making any move to pick one or the other.
Against his lips, I let out a disappointed huff.
“In such a hurry.” He kisses my cheek and then down my neck, his body sliding along mine while his hand finally moves to a breast. He doesn’t beeline toward the nipple; he traces his fingers around it, almost petting the soft skin and working his way there.
I arch into the touch. Everything he does, I want more of. I need more of it. I’ve never felt this sort of need before, and it’s so ungodly intense that I could writhe from it.
Finally, his fingers brush my nipple, and it hardens under his touch. The way his fingers dance around it tickles, but not in the way I expect. The view as he takes it between his thumb and index finger is alluring. He squeezes gently, and I can’t help my body’s response. I do writhe, pressing up into his hand and against his body next to mine.
I want to be a part of him, to move with him, and feel every bit against him.
“More,” I whine, but the word comes out breathy.
“As you wish.” Royal trails the kisses he’d been placing on my neck and shoulder lower, across the top of my chest and toward my other breast.
“Oh fuck,” I whisper as his kisses draw nearer to my nipple.
I can’t breathe like a normal person, the air moving in and out of my body in shuddering breaths.
“We’ll get there.” Royal looks up at me with a smile.
I nod and watch as he goes back to lapping over my nipple. It’s warm and rough but tender all the same, the saliva cooling on my skin.
“Are you cold?” Royal cocks his head to the side.
“A little, you’re nice and warm, but I’m a little cold.” I don’t want to complain or stop what’s happening.
Royal reaches behind him to the bedside table and picks up a remote. After two taps of a button, a fan kicks on. “Just diverted some heat off the server room vents. It’ll warm up in here.”
“You didn’t have to do that.” I feel like an inconvenience.
“Didn’t have to, but wanted to all the same.” He sets the remote down and rather than going back to my nipple, he pushes up over the top of me before moving down my body, kissing his way down my stomach and lower.
The butterflies in my stomach do somersault aerials, fluttering everywhere all at once, while he kisses lower and lower yet.
Royal is absorbed in what he’s doing, and I follow his lead. With tender care, he raises one of my thighs, spreading me open to him, and I let him.
When he nudges the other aside, I push myself up. “You don’t have to, there’s the tam —”
