Then he was inside me again, thrusting deeply, and I gasped as I quickly reached my tipping point again, knowing I was about to explode.
“That’s right…come on my cock,” Andrew grunted, knowing how close I was, and his words were enough to send me over the edge.
I gripped the top of the sofa as an orgasm unlike anything I’d ever felt before began to overtake me, and my whole body convulsed and tensed as it flooded my body. White-hot light seemed to explode in front of my eyes as it tore through me like a whirlwind, and all my senses seemed to fail. All I could register was the intense feeling of pleasure wracking every inch of me.
As I came, Andrew pulled out and then slammed back into me, hard and deep. My body stretched around him again and then squeezed him as another wave of pleasure descended over me. Harder and harder, faster and faster…he was fucking me senseless, and I had no idea how much time had passed before I approached another climax with a gasp. He flexed his hips in one last thrust, one more delicious push that sent me falling over the edge. Thrown onto a wave of pure ecstasy, I was so enraptured that I barely heard his low groan as he came, his cock pulsing within me, each throb so strong that I could feel every inch of him inside me despite how soaking wet I was.
He disposed of the condom and quickly cleaned himself up, and I collapsed onto the sofa a moment later, my body coated in a sheen of sweat. Andrew grinned as he sat down next to me, watching me struggle to regain my bearings.
“That was fucking amazing,” he said, still panting slightly.
I smiled at him. “You’re not so bad yourself. Out of all the royalty I’ve been with, you’re definitely in the top five.”
He grinned. “Funny. I guess there’s some truth to those rumors that we’re sleeping together, huh?”
“There is now, yeah.”
I was too dizzy with post-coital bliss to worry about how bad it was that we’d just done that. I’d made such a big deal about how awful it was that people might think we were sleeping together, and then I’d practically fallen right into bed with him. Well, not exactly a bed, but the point was still the same. I’d done something unbelievably bad…but god, there was no way anyone could convince me it wasn’t the best thing in the world right now.
I knew the creeping sensation of guilt would return soon enough, though. I’d always been a good girl, responsible and independent. I didn’t sleep with bad boy princes—or my boss, for that matter—but here I was, practically drooling at the idea of letting him screw me again, if and when that happened for us. I was completely and utterly powerless to stop the thoughts, because Andrew had me.
He really had me.
As arrogant and presumptuous as he could be sometimes, he had an undeniable hold on me…and I couldn’t wait for more.
Chapter 10
Keira
The phrase ‘rollercoaster day’ gets thrown about all too much these days; people apply it to quite ordinary days in which they happened to find a coin in the street but also chipped a nail—wow, what a roller-coaster. But I felt pretty comfortable in applying the phrase to the day I’d just experienced. It’d had its lows (being shouted at by Michael) and its relative highs (seeing the paintings in the Long Gallery), but boy had it finished on a real high.
If I’d had time to think beforehand then I might have wondered what to expect of Andrew, but in the heat of the moment there hadn’t been time—it had simply happened.
Twice.
The first, an experience of animal intensity that had permanently scorched every nerve in my body with white hot trails of pleasure then blown the top of my head off. The second time had lasted longer; it had been slower and gentler and yet, in its own way, it had been even more intense, the pleasure concentrated to a fine edge, the slow build making the final, ecstatic release all the more overwhelming. For a moment I’d thought I might cry, and I shared that deeply personal moment with Andrew, staring into his eyes and knowing that he was feeling the same. Sex, at least in my experience, had never been more deeply personal and intimate. Between the two times, when we’d been trying to get our breath back and recover our strength after that first athletic session, we’d lain close, feeling each other’s nakedness against our own, holding hands and smiling about what we’d just done. A moment of peace and pure, shining happiness. In its own way, that period had been as intimate as the act itself.
We finally parted with a kiss. Andrew headed for the stairs and I floated to the bus stop, which took me home, bathed in a cloud of rainbows and stars. As soon as I was safely back in my apartment—one of the apartments which were given to royal staff at a decent rental rate—I got out my laptop and tried to Skype with Sarah. The events of the evening were of course, a complete secret and not to be told to anyone for fear of press intrusion, but I knew I could trust Sarah. Besides, I had to tell someone!