My body gave one final shudder, and then it felt as if my legs had turned to jelly all over again. Andrew moved back up on the sofa, and I moaned and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him tightly against me. He gazed at me, and I knew he wanted the same thing I wanted.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he added, studying my face intently. “Are you really ready?”
Oh, yeah. I was so ready for him it ached. I nodded again, and he leaned over and retrieved a foil packet from his pants, which had been cast aside on the ground earlier. He made quick work of rolling the protection down his rock-hard length, and then he leaned over me and pressed his lips against mine, kissing me hard. I melted against him all over again. I was powerless, totally and utterly powerless, not because of who he was, but because I’d wanted him since the first time I’d seen him back in New York, no matter how many weeks I’d spent denying that to myself and trying to tell myself that he was an arrogant sleaze who was all wrong for me. None of that mattered now. It didn’t matter that we’d had a rough start, and it didn’t matter that we came from such different places in society.
All that mattered was the fact that we were here now.
The fact that he was the future king of England completely disappeared from my mind as he pulled me against his hard body. His taste and smell flooded my senses, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, moving my lips down from his mouth and over his neck and throat instead. His stiff cock pressed against my belly, and one of his hands made its way back down to my pussy, working my clit just like his mouth had only moments earlier.
“You’re so wet,” he said, lips right on my earlobe as one finger slowly slid inside me. “You want this so fucking badly, don’t you?”
A dirty-talking prince…just what a girl needs, right?
I groaned and nodded, unable to even give him a coherent answer, because it was just so friggin’ hot, and heated desire lanced through my body as a second finger slid inside my slippery entrance.
“Oh god, Andrew,” I moaned, desperately wanting something else inside me instead.
He knew exactly what I needed, and he smirked. “Tell me you’re mine first.”
“I’m…I’m yours,” I gasped out.
“That’s right. This perfect body is all mine. All fucking mine,” he growled, pulling his fingers away from me and pressing his cock against my soaked entrance.
My heart hammered. The tension was almost too much to bear. I felt his hands grip my hips as he pressed his cock inside me, almost agonizingly slowly. I gasped as he filled me completely, and I loved it, loved that every inch of him fit so perfectly in every inch of me. He began to move his hips slowly, his cock sliding in and out of my tightness, carefully but firmly.
A moment later, he withdrew from me for a second, but not all the way, just enough to tease me and make me beg for more. With the tip of him still resting inside me, he reached between my legs to rub my clit again and then thrust back into me, making me cry out at the overwhelming sensation of fullness. Holy god, it felt so good. I relaxed, my body ready to accommodate all of him again, and he eased in further, one hand squeezing my nipples as he moved against me, creating a sensual overload. My hands pressed against his shoulders, holding myself steady as I moaned and whimpered.
“Oh, God…Andrew…”
He groped my breasts as we moved in a rhythm, tweaking my stiff nipples, and groans escaped his mouth as my inner muscles tightened around him. The fact that he wanted and needed this just as much as me only made the entire experience that much more intense, and I loved the way he paid such close attention to my body, hands roaming over every inch of me. No other man had ever paid this much attention to my body; the previous guys I’d dated had been polite and respectful all the way into the bedroom, where sex was a quiet, polite activity done only in the dark and punctuated by only the occasional orgasm.
But this…this was a whole other world for me.
I wanted to please him just as much as he was pleasing me, and I made an effort to squeeze him as tight as I could, just to see him groan again. “Shit…keep doing that and I’m gonna come already,” he said, gripping me hard as I worked him with my muscles.
His hands suddenly moved down, lifting me up, and I realized he wanted to change positions. I happily turned over and got on my hands and knees—no small feat for a curvy girl on a slightly wonky couch—and I felt his hand come down on my ass cheeks in a gentle smack as I arched my back.
“Oh!” I said, pleasurable heat radiating from where he’d lightly spanked me. It was as if he already knew everything about my body; as if he could see into my mind and know exactly what would bring me the most pleasure.