Recklessly Royal(65)

His hand slid down to grip my thigh. He lifted it so that he was pressed against my center and I lifted my other leg to wrap around his waist. In a slow movement, his hand ran up my body and over my breast before cupping my neck.

“Just something to think about,” he whispered against my mouth.

His lips were teasing as he coaxed my mouth open. His tongue was soft and probing as I turned to putty in his hands. When he let go of my neck and moved his hand back down over my body, I sighed against him, but when he slid his fingers between where we were pressed together, I moaned gently.

With soft strokes, he rubbed and teased my hot center. His mouth continued to capture my moans, and when I leaned my head back in pleasure, he pressed his mouth to my neck. His teeth scraped along my skin and I groaned.

Pulling my panties to the side, he trailed his fingers between my sensitive folds, exploring softly, learning what I liked and didn’t like. It was so different from the first time he had touched me in this manner. There was no fear, no apprehension at his touch, just pleasure.

My hips moved, grinding against his hand and subsequently his hardened shaft. He groaned against my shoulder and took a deep breath. With steady steps he carried me back out of the lake and laid me on a sandy patch along the edge of the water. He covered my body with his, his mouth no longer soft and gentle, but hungry and demanding. Sliding downward, his lips closed on one peak of my breast through the wet material of my bra and his hand never stopped stroking me; never stopped driving me toward a shiny edge that I’d only found by myself before.

When he pulled his mouth away I moaned in disappointment, but was quickly rewarded with a trail of hot kisses down my stomach as he made a path toward his busy hand. When he pulled away from me, I made a moue of frustration while trying to catch my breath. His hands were careful as he pulled my panties off and tossed them onto the beach next to us.

“David—”

“Shh.” He moved back to me, kissing me before raining kisses down my body until he met my warm center. I took a deep breath, surprised by the gentle touch and sincerity of his kiss there. It was as if he was kissing me, my mouth, teasing me with soft strokes of his tongue. The warmth of his breath only added to my enjoyment, sending tingles over my skin, as he worked my body into a frenzy. I didn’t expect it when he slowly slid a finger inside me while his mouth focused on the top of my mound. It was tight, but good. In fact, I couldn’t think about it without thinking about his mouth on me, the way it felt, how I wanted more. As my hips moved faster, his mouth and hand matched pace. I couldn’t help my groans of desire as I fell over the edge into pleasure. Nothing I had done for myself had come close to this feeling.

His mouth slowed, kissing me gently before he sat up on his knees and looked down at me. There was no missing his excitement as it pressed against the wet material of his boxers. His breathing was slow and steady, despite the look in his eyes.

Slowly I sat up on my knees, my body still tingling from the gift he had just done for me. I wanted to return what he had given me, but I wasn’t sure how to do it, how to ask. Instead I reached out and ran a hand across his chest before pressing my lips to his. Slowly I trailed my fingers over the ridges of his stomach and down to the thick shaft protruding from his shorts.

His fingers circled my wrist and I pulled back to look at him. Had I done something wrong again?

“You don’t have to do that.” He shook his head. “I just—”

“I want to.” I pushed his shorts down, careful to not let them get caught on his excitement. Tenderly I wrapped my fingers around him. “I don’t know how . . .”

“It’s okay.” His chest heaved and he reached down to cover my hand with his own. He guided my hand with his, showing me where to touch him, and how to move. After a moment his hand fell from mine and he groaned into my mouth. He cupped my breast, teasing the nipple through the fabric while I continued to stroke him. The intake of his breath, the soft moans coming between our kisses, empowered me. Pushing him with my free hand, I made him sit down before finally lying back while I hovered over him, my fingers still working along his shaft.

Breaking our kiss, I moved down his body, and before my bravery could disappear, I wrapped my lips around his head. I circled around him with my tongue, enjoying the fact that I had coaxed him into this state of need.

“Cathy.” My name was a gasp on his lips.

I didn’t pull back. I took as much of him into my mouth as I could, leaving my hand at his base. It was weird, strange, and exciting to do this for David. To know that the sounds he was making were for me—because of me. His hands ran through my hair, pulling it back and away from my face. I met his eyes and he groaned loudly.