Princess's Secret Baby(14)

                She was shocked that a man might suck from her breast, but it was so sublime that she pleaded for more when he stopped.

                ‘James...’ His mouth left her breast and it left it cold, swollen and aching, yet his mouth did not leave her skin. Standing she endured his deep kiss down her stomach. Yes, endure, Leila thought as she stood there almost weeping. It felt like hunger, it felt like sin, it felt delicious what his kiss could do.

                ‘This isn’t sex...’ Leila whimpered as he slid down her panties and he probed her with his tongue. This wasn’t like the pictures in the palace library that she had peeked at a few times and had made her forbidden place feel warm.

                ‘Do you want me to stop?’ James asked, his mouth hovering over her clitoris, his breath warm and tempting.

                Leila answered him with her hand, pressing his head back into her, and for a moment she stared down. One breast was exposed, the other covered by fabric made wet by his mouth. Her stomach was not familiar, for beneath it was his hair, and the noise of his intimate explorations had her moaning.

                ‘James...’ She wanted him to stop, yet she did not. His mouth was soft, yet she had never felt anything more intense. Her thighs were shaking; his hand clamped her buttocks so there was no escape from his relentless tongue and the soft sucking noises he made. When he moaned into her mound, everything gathered, every nerve pointed and shot to her centre. Leila thought she would topple, but instead the wall supported her back and his arms pressed her groin to his face as she came shockingly, wickedly, deliciously.

                The warning that he was close to coming himself had him pull back and look up at her as she slowly opened her eyes and met his.

                ‘My turn now,’ Leila said, and he smiled at her back-to-front way of thinking. ‘I want to see you.’

                His shirt had too many buttons, Leila decided, for she was very bad at undoing buttons when the maids usually did it for her. She tried to kiss his chest as he had her back, but she grew impatient and tore the bottom of his shirt open instead. ‘You are beautiful,’ Leila said, for he was—his pale skin was toned and his nipples were the same dark red of his mouth and deserved tasting. So, too, did his stomach; the snake of hair there as she undid his belt was rough to her mouth. She could feel his erection straining beneath the fabric against her cheek and for a moment she kissed him through it, then she pushed up from her knees to stand.

                Nothing scared her; he only made her curious. The way his cock sprang to greet her as she freed it, the way he moaned as she ran her fingers along its length. She pressed her free hand into his mouth and he suckled on her fingers as he stepped out of trousers and then she stopped touching him, for Leila did not like his socks.

                ‘Take them off,’ Leila instructed, and it was said with such authority and command James half expected her to produce a whip.

                ‘Do you like giving orders, Leila?’ James asked, removing the offending garments.

                ‘It comes very naturally to me.’ Leila nodded.

                ‘Not tonight it doesn’t,’ James said. ‘Take off your bra.’

                It was half off already but she did not comply. ‘Remove it for me.’

                They stood in a delicious stand-off and with a wry smile he tugged it around and removed the clasp and dropped it to the floor.

                ‘Get on the bed,’ James said.

                She could not breathe, no air would go in and no air would come out. She liked the command of his voice and even though he was stern it did not feel like being told off.