“With pleasure.” And she drew up on her knees to unfasten his trousers, her hands steady. With a swift movement she tugged them off, making quick work of his breeches as well, leaving both to puddle around his boots. He moved his legs as far apart as he could and grabbed himself in his fist.
His heart beat near through his ribs as she swept her long mantle of hair to the side and licked her lips again.
“You’re lovely,” she whispered, gazing at all of him.
“I’m not sure I’ve ever heard that be described as ‘lovely’ before.” He laughed a little as he gripped himself tighter, control becoming near impossible.
“I think it is.” Her voice was soft, almost shy. “It’s part of you and you’re lovely.” It was her turn to smirk. “Would you care for me to lick it?”
His throat went dry as his need grew. “Please,” he managed to say.
“Please what?” Her voice was firm as she straightened herself between his legs, her bearing almost regal despite her position.
Aaron’s eyes grew wide. “You’re teasing me, aren’t you?”
“No, I’m rather serious. I’m not licking anything unless I’m very clearly asked.” She ran her tongue over her lips in a slow, careful motion before running her hands over her own body once more, this time dipping between her breasts. “Which is a pity, as I see quite a few things I’d like to run my tongue over at the moment. Or perhaps take in my mouth.”
“How are you the one on your knees and yet have all the power?” He clucked his tongue, but he was impressed. More than impressed—he was hard. Harder than he’d ever been.
“Well, first, your trousers are at your ankles, so I think your position might be far more vulnerable than mine.” She smiled at him, a full, proud, pleased-with-herself smile that was somehow delightful and seductive and joyous all at the same time. “And second, I’m the prince. Power is who I am.”
“Don’t you mean the princess?” he asked, sucking in a sharp breath as she laid her arms on his knees.
“No. Princesses are gazed at and act as ornamental objects of desire. Also, I didn’t say ‘aprince.’ I said ‘theprince.’ The type of ruler who is given respect, if they follow Mr. Machiavelli’s instructions.” Her nostrils flared at the declaration. “And while people believe me the former, I strive to have the trappings of the latter as much as I’m able.” Her voice hitched as she scanned his face.
“Fair enough.” He inhaled and reached out to stroke her hair. God, he needed this, this gift, this coming together. “Though you do negotiate, don’t you?”
“Occasionally.” Her lip quirked. “If the terms are reasonable. Or more, advantageous.”
“I propose a trade.” He moved back to cup her chin. “After you lick me into oblivion, I’d like to return the favor. On my knees. To taste you again, before we put that sponge of yours to good use.” He ran his thumb over her jaw. “You’re very sweet, Isabelle.”
“I’m the opposite of sweet.” She threw back her head and gave him a glare. “I had a sword at your neck not more than twenty minutes ago.”
“You’re very sweet, and for some reason I found you handling a sword rather thrilling.” He gave himself a suggestive stroke, and he was rewarded by an eye roll from her, hands on her hips—a rather fetching pose, to be sure. He’d have to make her indignant while she was naked more often.
“So what do you say?” He leaned forward. “Please, Isabelle, let me suck your quim after you suck my shmekle.”
“Who said anything about sucking?” Though the gleam was back in her eye, and she twisted her hips a little. “But I’ll take it under advisement.” She made no movement toward him, just waiting for him. “Especially if I get to feel you inside me as well.”
Fuck yes to all of that.
“Please.” Aaron leaned forward and reached his hands toward her, imploring her. “Please, Isabelle. I need you.” He swallowed as she made him wait, as she drew out the anticipation.
Finally, with a smile, she leaned forward and, closing her eyes, licked the length of his penis from base to tip. He moaned and she repeated the action, again and again.
He dipped his head back, closing his eyes, savoring the movement. “All the way in, love.”
She paused, palms on his thighs, raising an eyebrow. His breath hitched in anticipation—would she ask him what he’d meant? Would she acknowledge what stirred between them—and open the door beyond their physical desires?
“All the way in where?” she asked instead.
“All the way in your mouth, please.” His voice was thick with need, his desire quickly edging out his disappointment over the unspoken words.
“Better.” She kissed along his inner thigh, so close but still so far, before putting her lips around him and pulling him inside her. “Like this?”
“Just like that.” He dipped his head back, closing his eyes, savoring the movement. “Yes. Please. More.” His hips bucked as she drew him in farther. “That’s it, take it all.” She hummed a little but paused, her lips in place, teasing him with her tongue but not moving. “Please?” The word was more of a gasp.
She rewarded him by drawing him all the way into her throat. And all the way out again. And in. Her eyes watered a little and he rubbed her jaw.
