Park Avenue Prince(49)

“But I want you to tell me.” I wanted to hear it. I needed her to know this was what she wanted.

“I want you,” she whispered.

“Say it again.”

“I want you,” she panted. “I want you. I want you.” She writhed underneath me. “Please, Sam.”

I groaned.

Quickly, I ripped open the condom I’d pulled out of my wallet while undressing and sheathed my cock. “Are you ready, Princess?”

She looked at me from under her lashes and nodded.

“Flip over.” Maybe if I didn’t have to see her beautiful eyes fall half closed as I drove into her, I’d have a fighting chance of lasting more than five seconds.#p#分页标题#e#

She reached over her head and rolled to her stomach. Straddling her, I pulled her hips up, revealing her swollen pussy. Jesus. Five seconds would be a miracle. I pressed my dick against her entrance and had to pause. Just the wetness surrounding my tip was dizzying.

But something wasn’t right. I needed to see her beautiful face, feel her heat against my skin. She wasn’t someone just to fuck—we shared this experience together.

I slumped to her side and pulled her toward me, her ass in my lap, her shoulders on the bed. Yeah. I needed this closeness with her, needed there to be nothing between us. I sucked in a long breath, breathing the almost sweet smell of her hair. “Look at me,” I said, and she looked up at me. Fuck yeah. I pushed inside her, right up to the hilt, and nearly came as she caught her breath.

“You okay?” I asked.

“More than,” she replied, reaching for my ass as I pulled her closer. We were a tangle of limbs, every part of us interconnected.

I started to move in slow, small movements, hooking my arm across her chest and onto her shoulder, keeping her in place.

“Jesus,” she choked out, her eyes drifting closed.

“Look at me,” I said again. I needed to see her. For her to see me. I wanted to be reminded of our connection—to know it was real.

My thrusts became sharper. Her fingernails dug into my thigh. I hoped she’d leave a mark. Another rendition of ultimate bliss to add to my skin.

I found her clit and her lungs decompressed in a guttural cry, her mouth opening wide as I gently circled the bundle of nerves. Her muscles clenched around my cock.

We stared at each other, wrapped in wonder and lust and connection as the drag and thrust of our bodies wound us tighter and tighter. Our eyes never left each other’s as thunder rumbled louder and louder until interrupted by a crack of lightning. Her orgasm hit her in a wave across her body that covered me a fraction of a second later.

It was as if we’d been on a journey, a quest, weathered a storm—sex had brought us closer, bound us together.





“Tonight was . . .” Grace paused and looked up at me as if I held the word she was looking for. “More,” she said finally.

There was no denying she was right. “More” was exactly what tonight had been. More than I’d ever had with any woman. More than I’d ever dared to want. More than I ever felt possible.

“Thank you,” she said. “Not for the—well, yes, for the orgasm, but—”

“Orgasms. Don’t talk about the orgasm as if it’s lonely all by itself.”

She giggled and poked me in the chest. “Okay, thank you for the orgasmsssss, but also for the Frick, and for dinner. I’m not used to . . . It was all so thoughtful. It was beyond . . .”

“You’re a princess, after all. It’s what you deserve.” I hadn’t planned the date at the Frick because I’d ever considered what other men had done for her. I’d just thought she’d enjoy it.

“You think I’m some stuck-up Park Avenue princess, but—”

“Hey,” I said, pulling her into my arms. “I’m teasing. I think you’re very special and if you haven’t been treated like a princess, then shame on the men who’ve taken you out.”

“You have no idea,” she mumbled.

I wasn’t used to sharing stories with women, knowing their history. Angie knew everything but she wasn’t a woman to me in the same way. Grace, mumbling into my chest, dropping her lips to my skin in an effort to distract me, made me want to ask a thousand questions of her. But what if she didn’t want to answer? I’d shut her down when she’d asked something personal of me earlier. Would it sting if she did the same to me? I needed to learn how to open up to her—to give more of myself. It was only fair if that’s what I was expecting from her.#p#分页标题#e#

It was worth the risk to get to know more of her. “Can I ask you a question?”