‘I’m just thinking you look like a naughty cat.’ Did I mention the princess was feline?
‘Given that I’m responsible for a naughty cat, I can’t say I find that particularly endearing.’
‘You, my lovely woman, would be the sexiest feline that ever lived. And anytime you want to wind yourself around my legs or find a comfortable spot on my lap, you can.’
‘So generous.’ Nell’s hand reaches to the back of my neck, pulling me down for a kiss. ‘Now take me to bed. I don’t want to be quiet when you fuck me.’ My dick hardens, the hairs on my arms standing like pins as she pulls away, trailing her hand from my neck to my chest, and the looks she throws over her shoulder pure coquette.
‘Have you forgotten the lack of doors?’ I say, following her out of the room.
‘Maybe you’ll just have to find something to put in my mouth.’
In her bedroom, I notice the bedding has been changed, and as I look at Nell, she glances shyly away. The light in the hallway renders the room in shadows but not so much that I can’t see her colour-suffused cheeks. I’d like to think she’s remembering the things I said about her pussy in those rose-pink sheets. The way I’d devoured her. On second glance, I can see the room is tidier, too, less clothing festoons the sparse furniture. A teak side table stands in as a nightstand, a wicker box underneath, a selection of books, some huge medical tomes, standing almost as tall as the bedside lamp on top. A clothes rail stands at the end of the room, and in the place of window treatments, an Oriental screen stands in view of the long window.
I realise I haven’t moved from the doorway as Nell stands on the opposite side of the bed, shimmying out of her skirt. Her earrings chink as she deposits them on a porcelain dish set on the tall chest of drawers. She makes quick work of the buttons of her dark blouse, her gaze not leaving mine as she holds it out before dropping it. I alone watch it flutter to the floor.
The first time we fucked, she wore scrubs and running shoes. Her underwear was cute but functional, and as I’d wrapped my hand around her ankle, they were faintly marked by the elastic from her socks. Last time we fucked was on me. This time, it’s clearly lady’s choice as she stands in front of me in sheer black underwear, the gauzy fabric barely concealing her femininity.
Desire buzzes between us as I push off from the doorframe, making my way across the room until I’m in front of her. She isso fucking gorgeous. Her dark eyes are bright and greedy as she raises her palms to my chest, and as I settle my hands on her hips, I wonder if she can feel the rapid beating of my heart.
‘What should I do?’ she whispers.
‘As I recall, you wanted something in your mouth. Something to keep you quiet.’ Her dark eyes flare wantonly, but there’s also a hesitancy there. ‘But we could start someplace else.’
‘No, I want to. I’m just... I haven’t had a lot of practice.’ Her words fall in a tumble as she ducks her head, hiding her gaze.
Gripping her chin, I bring it back to mine. ‘You haven’t sucked many cocks?’
‘Just one,’ she answers as though the answer is obvious. And yeah, I suppose it is. There’s only ever been him—her prick of a fiancé—and she’s not the cheating type. ‘But not often. Maybe only a handful of times.’
‘Because you don’t.. . like to?’ I ask when it becomes obvious she’s not going to fill in the blanks. It’s a possibility, though it would be a crying shame if so, especially with a mouth as pretty as hers.
‘No, it’s not that. This sounds so stupid—I’m a doctor, not a young girl.’ Her gaze slides over my shoulder as she mumbles, ‘I should be able to talk about this stuff.’
‘Just say it, Nell. There’s nothing to be worried about.’
‘I’m not worried.’ Serious now, her gaze snaps back to mine. ‘It’s just a little dumb. Liam—he didn’t like to... todine down there.’
I feel a wide smile crawl across my face, which probably makes me a complete dick. ‘You’re saying he didn’t like to eat you out?’ She nods, discomforted. ‘Was he gay?’ This time, she laughs a little, but still, she tries to pull away.But not on my watch. ‘So you’re saying he wasn’t gay. Just a dick.’
‘Pretty much. Look, none of that is relevant—’
‘Of course, it is. You deserve better. And I’m going to give you better. All. Night. Long. And you’ll blow both my cock and my mind. Do you know why?’ She shakes her head rapidly. ‘Becauseyouwill be doing it, and I have been obsessed with you since I was twelve. I’ve never wanted anything like I want you, and if I added up the moments I’ve thought of you, the times I’ve dreamed of you, I’m sure those moments would amount to years.’
‘Thinking about torturing me, you mean.’
‘Torturing you in the best kind of ways. Even now, when I’ve had you, I think about you more than is healthy. I think about you spread out under me, our fingers linked as I eat you out. I spend more time than is fucking healthy thinking about the ways I want to make you come, holding my dick in my hand, wishing it was yours.’
‘I don’t have a dick for you to hold,’ she answers saucily.
‘You know what I mean. Now, do as you’re fucking told,’ I say, bringing my hand to her left bum cheek, fast and a little hard. ‘Undress me.’
‘Ow! But so masterful.’ And though she might tease, her fingers go straight to the placket of my shirt. ‘You’ll tell me what you like? What to do.’
I feed my fingers into her hair, holding her there, forcing her to loosen the buttons by feel. ‘It will be my pleasure. Literally.’
Buttons loose, she begins to push the shirt from my shoulders, leaving it as it becomes clear I’ve no intention of moving my hands from her hair. She transfers her attentions to my belt, then my zipper, dipping one finger into the waistband of my boxer briefs.
‘I liked watching you touch yourself,’ she whispers.
