He’s glued to my pussy, utterly rapt as he slips a finger inside me as if he’s testing me out. He groans and rubs his cock with his other hand over his trousers. “Fuck, you’re tight. Jesus. I’m going to come so fast once I’m inside of you if I’m not careful. Come here.”
He crooks a finger at me, but I don’t have the chance to obey as he slips his hand under my ass, grips one cheek, and yanks me down until I practically fall off the edge.
His mouth covers my cunt, his tongue shoving up inside me, and I automatically throw my head back and let out a cry that would embarrass me if I could think past the wet heat on my pussy.
“Shit. Fuck!” he groans, low and loud, holding me against his mouth with his hands. He’s moving. Grinding. Rubbing into the bed, and I prop myself up higher, curious as to what he’s doing when I realize he just came. Holy shit. He came from tasting me.
He doesn’t seem to care.
If anything, it’s made him more feral because his arms loop around my thighs, and his face buries in me. His tongue thrusts up inside me, fucking deep and fast. It’s so wet. The sound is so fucking wet, and he’s groaning and grunting with it. He shifts one hand and uses it to press down on my mound so his thumb can rub my clit.
“Rowan!” flies from my lips, my hand ripping at his hair,and it sets him off. He digs deeper to the point where I don’t know how he can breathe. I grind into him, riding his face, unable to stop my body’s reaction. He’s rubbing my clit, pinching it, pressing down on it, but his mouth…his wicked, diabolical, delicious fucking mouth is feasting on me. He’s ravenous, licking and fucking and sucking. It’s so much.Too much. I can’t control or slow the climb.
“So good,” he murmurs. “I need you to come. I need to taste your cum.”
I nod. I don’t know why I’m nodding. He can’t see me do it, but it’s more of an affirmation because I’m so close. My hips roll into him as my eyes roll into the back of my head. One hand is in his hair, the other balls up the blanket in my fist. I feel. That’s all I do. I’m consumed by it. I don’t think about anything other than what thisfeelslike. How incredible it is.
A curl of heat and tingles starts deep in my core, like his tongue is tickling it, urging it on, stoking the flame and giving it life to breathe until the sensation spreads. It takes over, making my limbs seize and my pussy clench, and holy shit, I’m coming. I’m coming so fucking hard I can barely think through it as it robs me of everything.
It’s insanely intense. So unlike anything I’ve ever given myself.
“Oh god. Oh hell. Oh fuck!” I’m all sounds and thrashing movements.
“Fuck, yes. That’s it. Make me take it. Give me all of it. So fucking good, Ella.”
My back arches and my body splinters, and that’s all it is. Sparks and heat and sensation. Rowan doesn’t stop. He doesn’t let up. He licks and sucks and rubs me until I can’t take it for another second.
I sag, my limbs boneless, and for a moment, I can’t move. I’m winded, my eyes closed while a heady, hazy swirl colors my mind. I hear him moving. Shifting. Chuckling. I crack open aneye, and he’s staring down at his slacks where his cock is already hard again, straining through the fabric and wet with his cum.
“I came in my pants like a fucking teenager. That’s never happened before, even when I was a teenager.” He climbs over me and kisses me deeply, his hands on my face and his tongue in my mouth. I taste myself on him. Clean and salty and a little sweet. The sweet part, I think, is him and champagne, and I’m drunk. I’m so drunk right now. On alcohol. On sex endorphins. On him. That last one I’m trying very hard not to think about.
He gets up off the bed, removes his pants and boxer briefs, and walks naked over to a suitcase on a stand in the corner. He fishes through it, and I stare at his rock-hard ass, still in shock that I’m here in the prince’s hotel room. He locates a condom, rips it open with his teeth, and slides it on. I need to tell him. I need to say something.
I fold my lips and bite almost to the point of drawing blood.
I don’t challenge him. I don’t mention that I have an IUD because my stepmother doesn’t want me to get pregnant or even have a period, or that things are good on my end because I’ve never done this before. This is already giving him a piece of myself I’ll never get back, and the idea of feeling him inside of me with nothing between us…yeah, no.
Not gonna do it.
With his eyes on mine and a cocky smirk on his lips, he’s back on me, kissing me, touching me, licking my tits like a man who can’t get enough. Like a man who’s just getting started. His face hovers above mine, and his hand slips my thigh over his hips. I’m trembling, and he feels it.
“I’ve got you.”
It’s all he says. He doesn’t ask if I’m ready. He simply watches my face as he plays with my pussy using the head of his cock. And when he reaches the point of no return for both of us, he rams into me, giving me all ten thick inches at once,and I cry out at the top of my lungs, my body seizing as stabbing pain shoots through my lower abdomen.
“What the fuck?!” His hand is on my face, shaking it ever so slightly to try and force my eyes open. Tears sting, burning the tip of my nose, and those alone would make me laugh if I had humor in me at the moment. “Ella, what the fuck?”
I blow out the tense breath and slowly open my eyes. He’s right above me, concern in his black-as-midnight eyes.
“I’m a virgin.”
He stares at me and stares at me and stares at me. He’s still inside of me, but he hasn’t moved. Something I appreciate. Still, the word doesn’t seem to make much sense to him.
“A virgin.” It’s not a question. He can feel it as much as I can, no doubt. “You didn’t say anything.”
“I didn’t want you to know.”
He chuckles mirthlessly, his tone incredulous. “You didn’t think I’d figure it out?”
