Park Avenue Prince(48)

“In a bed this time.” She stood facing me from the corner of her bedroom and kicked her shoes off.

“You’re impatient,” I said. She wanted me and that felt good. Perhaps it didn’t matter what came next. We’d managed so far.

“I’ve waited all evening.” She fiddled with the fastening of her skirt, but I stepped forward and batted her hand away.

“If we’re going to do this, then I want to take my time.” I slid one hand around her waist and cupped her face with my other.

“There’s an if?”

There wasn’t an if. Not now that we were here. I’d have her tonight, but it wasn’t just about getting off, scratching an itch, and I wanted her to get that. “There’s no rush, Grace Astor.” I smoothed my hand down her neck, mesmerized by her milky-white skin.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I pulled her between my knees. I could see her better like this. I unbuttoned her blouse, raising an eyebrow when she tried to help. She dropped her hands and let me work the small blue buttons through their holes. I parted the sides of her shirt to reveal a lacey white bra. “This, I like.” I ran my forefinger under the edges of the cup opening, relishing the feel of the rough lace on one side of my finger and her smooth skin on the other. Her nipples pebbled and I resisted the urge I had to pinch, bite, suck. My dick pressed against the seam in my pants.

Fuck she was so sweet.

I tugged her shirt from her and reached under her skirt. “This room is so perfect. The carpet, the cushions, the comforter. We’re going to mess it up a little bit. You know that, right?”#p#分页标题#e#

She pulled the corner of her bottom lip into her mouth, her body swaying slightly as I slid my hand up her thigh. “We’re going to fuck every which way.” I stroked the juncture of her leg with my thumb. My thumb slicked easily across her skin—she was so wet—teasing the edges of her panties. “Your juices are going to be everywhere, staining everything. Can you handle that?”

She nodded, her movement a little slow, her eyes a little hazy.

“And I’m going to come all over you. I’m going to stain your beautiful skin so I own you.” I slipped my thumb beneath the lace and into her folds. She gasped, grabbed my forearms for balance.

“Yes,” she said, her eyes fixed to mine.

I began to shift my thumb in small circles. The movements were wet and easy as slowly I edged up toward her clit. Her grip on my arms got tighter and tighter.

I was casting a spell over her, and the deeper under she fell, the more intoxicating I found her. The way she worshipped my fingers and what they could do was almost as good as if I were thrusting my dick inside her. I’d never experienced the euphoria that making someone else feel good could bring until Grace.

She pulsed beneath my thumb and my cock throbbed in response. Seeing her turned on, feeling her slippery wetness—I was being seduced. I was falling under her spell.

“I need more,” she said, pulling the cotton of my shirt.

“More?” I asked.

“Of you.” Didn’t she know she had more than anyone ever had?

I removed my hand, sliding her panties down, then unclasped her skirt, followed by her bra. My hands on her waist, I moved her to the bed. “Lie back,” I said, unable to look away for a second while I undressed.

“Yes.” Her eyes flickered between my jutting cock and my face. She reached out her hand. “I like this.”

“This?” I asked, kneeling naked on the bed.

“Us,” she said sleepily, running her foot down my calf then pulling me closer. “I like it when we’re close like this.”

My heart swooped. She was describing a pattern we had together. I wasn’t used to having patterns with a woman. In the back of my head I knew I should run, but with Grace, my head always got overruled. This was how it should be.

“And naked.”

I placed my lips over her small smile, grazing her soft mouth with mine. She hummed and the vibrations travelled straight to my dick. If she were any other girl, I’d have come by now. My cock strained for release, desperate for her tight, wet pussy.

I worked my way down her neck, kissing and sucking, wanting to devour her, wanting to make her as crazy with lust as I was.

I trailed a line of small kisses from one hip bone to the other, then dragged my tongue back to where I started.

She pushed her fingers through my hair. “My legs are shaking.”

I skimmed my hand down the length of her thigh. “That’s your body telling you how much you want me,” I mumbled against the skin between her breasts.

She moaned.