“Hey.” Royal looks up at me with a grin, brown eyes bright and expressive. “Let me do all the worrying, you just do the enjoying. I did hours of research last night. And I’m very certain I’ve become more of an expert than most human men. I wanted to know what you were going through so I could help, and while I didn’t expect to get to this step of helping, I’m nothing if not prepared.”
“There’s going to be blood and stuff.” I protest.
“I’m familiar with blood and stuff. Not to be gross, but I do have a wolf inside me that tends to like to eat furry woodland creatures that are full of blood and stuff.” Royal pauses and slides back a little bit. “But I also don’t want to push you. If this isn’t right for you, I don’t want to —”
“I want it. I want this. I want you.” I’m quick to stop him. I sit up a little more, getting closer to him.
Royal rises to meet me.
“You said you wanted to make me feel loved, and I do.” I close my eyes, hoping I’m not reading too far into what’s happening between us, but I’m lost if not wrapped up in him.
With a deep kiss, Royal lays me back onto the bed. He climbs up along my body and keeps kissing as he comes to lie next to me. He trails his fingers back down my body andbetween my legs. Stroking with the lightest touch, he delves between my folds. The way he played with my nipple at first, all tease and no deep touch.
“Royal,” I gasp when his fingers brush over my clit.
“You like that?” He teases the motion again.
“Mmhmm.” I draw deep breaths, focusing on the pleasure like he taught me the other night.
It feels like forever ago that I was doing this for the first time, and now here I am in bed with him.
“That’s good.” He presses a little harder, and I reach up and turn his face toward me.
We kiss, and I let myself get lost in the intensifying touches. Pleasure pulsing but never coming to a peak.
Minutes pass, and I run my fingers into his hair. It’s soft and so grabbable. I squeeze my fingers together.
“God, that feels good,” Royal groans against my lips. “Ready for more?”
I nod and expect instructions, but instead, he pulls at the string of my tampon. Before I can say anything, he pulls it free.
Embarrassment heats my face, but Royal seems unfazed, just quickly wrapping it in a couple tissues from his nightstand, followed by a thud into what sounds like a waste bin.
Okay, that was surprisingly not that bad.I draw a steadying breath.
“I know a lot of guys like to make themselves sound bigger than they are and inflate their ego, but I don’t want to just force myself into you. I know things are better if you’re prepared. Are you okay if I use my fingers on you, or would you prefer I get a toy?” Royal’s eyes are locked on mine, and I’m lost in them for a moment.
“Fingers are okay. If you don’t mind... It feels more connected?” I struggle for words.
There is no judgment from him, and he nods before kissing me again. He trails his hand back across my hip to my pelvis and then back between my legs. This time, his fingers go lower. They run over my entrance, and I stop breathing, everything focused on what he’s doing, on what’s to come.
“Breathing is a super important part of life, gorgeous.” Royal kisses my cheek and then down my neck. “Please do that for me.”
I draw a slow breath and push it out. On my exhale, Royal slideshis fingers inside me. Two of them curl in this come-hither motion, and I raise my hips off the bed to meet it.
“Look at you, so needy. I love giving you what you want.” He practically purrs in my ear with a low growly sound. “You’re so warm, wet, and tight. So tempting.”
He moves down my body again, kissing his way down to my breast. This time he’s not as gentle as before. Royal’s teeth connect with the skin in a new sensation, a slight threat of pain, but I don’t hate it.
I focus on drawing another breath again, and when I do, Royal moves his fingers more as if to reward me. I close my eyes, the ceiling and the view down my body so blurry that I can hardly see anyway.
“That’s it, just relax, give in to the pleasure. Do my fingers feel good inside you?”
“Mmhmm. So good,” I moan, and he strokes in and out of me, his thumb finding my clit as he presses on something inside me, which drives a sharp zing of pleasure through my body. “What was that? It felt so good.”
“Your G-spot. Good to know you like it.”
He repeats the motion, and I shake and shudder.
