Page 12 of Royal Bastard

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Evie

Pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever known bolted through my body as Henry’s fingers moved in my panties. I’d never had a man do this to me before. My ex didn’t care about whether I got off or not, and certainly not in such a dominant, primal way. From the moment he’d asked me to tell him no, I knew I wouldn’t be able to. It had been an admission of his weakness against me, and that gave me power, power that made hot.

Where I should have been timid, unsure, I’d been totally certain I wanted Henry to fuck me. I wanted what he could give me, the oblivion those knowing eyes of his promised. I just wanted to feel good for a few minutes, to know what other women my age knew, what it felt like to get off with a fucking gorgeous man.

He’d got me off alright, and now we stood and stared at each other as we caught our breath. I’d turned back around the moment he pulled his hands away and waited for an indication of what I should do next. His eyebrow quirked and the left side of his face crooked in a grin.

“What do you want to do now, princess?” His hair was falling around his forehead and I wanted to touch it, to run my fingers through it until I tugged his head down to the place his fingers had only just left.

I paused as I watched him unbutton his pants. His eyebrow quirked again in a question of permission.

I laughed at the flirtatiousness of it.

“I dare you.” I gave him what I hoped was a saucy look. I wasn’t sure if I pulled it off, but I was a big girl, I told myself I could do this. I let the jacket and my shirt fall from my shoulders as I watched him pull his shirt away.

Strong, muscular, unmarked by scars or tattoos, and beautiful. His skin was naturally tanned but his arms and legs were darker, as though he’d been on vacation to a tropical island lately. He obviously took very good care of himself and I used my eyes to show him how much I appreciated it.

He stalked back to me and his pants disappeared by that time he pressed me back into the glass. I felt him between us, that long, hard, thick part of him that was almost scary it was so big.

His lips came down to mine, his hands on each side of my head, and I knew the glass would need to be cleaned of our prints but didn’t care. His tongue swiped at mine and our kiss became a dance that soon had my body hot again. It had been so long since I’d been touched by a man, and I’d never come as hard as he’d made me just moments ago. Not even on my own.

He smiled as our lips broke apart and his fingers traced my jaw.

“You are all that is sweet and good. I can’t wait to dirty you up, just a little.” His eyes were dark but smiled at me in a way that was an answer to my earlier dare.

The sunlight was starting to disappear, and the shadows started to creep out in his office as streetlights came to life below. How far would we take this? How far could I take it? I bit my lip unconsciously while I studied him speculatively.

“How dirty were you thinking?” I asked. “Like porn star, “fuck me, daddy” dirty, or hot housewife “fuck me, baby” dirty?” I don’t know where the words came from, but I saw the effect they had on him. His nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed in appreciation.

“That last one, yeah, that last one will do nicely.”

I looked into his black-lashed gray eyes and smiled. We were about to take this to a whole different place than I’ve ever been to.

I felt my heart beat frantically as his lips brushed at mine, just a tease of what was to come. My arm went around his waist to pull him closer.

He mumbled something I didn’t hear, and his lips finally settled back down onto mine.

I placed a small hand against his waist, his silky flesh too tempting to resist.

My heart pounded again as I felt his hands pull me tight against his hardness, and I wanted to be higher, with my legs wrapped around his waist.

I heard him sigh as his right arm came up, the back of his hand pressing into my cheek as his other fingers slipped around my nipple. I watched him do it after I broke our kiss, fascinated as sparks flew from my nipple straight down to my core.

My back arched, and I pressed my breast into his hand. His face, even without my touch, took on a look of pleasure. His lips formed into a “O” of delight as his eyebrows drew together.

I gasped as the heated moisture of his mouth surrounded the tight peak of my neglected nipples, while my back arched further. Oh, how far could my back bend? I didn’t think I could stand anymore pleasure.

I reached out, trailing a hand down his body as his lips teased me. I saw his eyes go wide and a grin of deep satisfaction gave him a rather naughty gaze. I completely adored that look on him.

Our hands began to move, exploring each other as we moved around together. I’d become bolder as my confidence increased. I knew I was about to do things I’d have never dreamed of when I was married.

I moved, pulling his mouth back to mine. I wasn’t aggressive, just determined. I wanted his kiss and to feel his lips on mine again.

I heard him sigh as I broke away and moved down, my fingers trailing over his bare skin and made his flesh prickle. I kept moving down, until I found him hard and ready for my mouth. I’d always wanted to do this, but Aaron would never let me. Before we were married he said he’d let me after the wedding, and afterwards he said married ladies didn’t do it. Well, I wasn’t a married lady anymore.

I circled him with my fingers, though my fingers wouldn’t touch, and moved my hand over him. A twitch of his hips and a groan told me he liked it.