Page 64 of A Royal Mistake
Scheisse. He was a fool. He’d gotten so carried away. Pushed too far, too fast.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” He would not push her if she wasn’t ready, and he’d gladly wait because she was worth it. “You set the pace, Pippa. Always.”
Even if it meant ice cold showers for the foreseeable future.
A tiny smile curved her lips and her muscles relaxed. “I trust you. Keep going.”
“Are you sure?”
She lifted a perfectly shaped brow. “Keep asking and I might just change my mind.”
He chuckled and brushed a kiss across the inside of her left knee. “You’ve found my weakness, Your Highness. I’m a sucker for a woman who knows what she wants.” He paused and looked up, pinning her with his gaze. “Particularly in the bedroom.”
Her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, but she managed to stammer a reply. “We aren’t in the bedroom.”
He made a show of looking around the opulently decorated pool house, which had everything but a bed. When he turned back to her, he winked. “No. No we are not.”
With his fingers hooked in the strings of her bikini bottom, he slowly dragged the fabric down over her hips and ass, caressing her thighs and calves along the way. Sure, he could’ve untied them like he’d done with her top, but what would be the fun in that? No, he wanted her to watch. To feel the anticipation build low in her belly as she waited for him to bury himself between her thighs.
God knows he was looking forward to it.
With her neatly trimmed pussy bare to him, he spread her thighs, hooking her knees over his shoulders. She tensed up again, and he resumed massaging her thighs. “Relax, love. I promise you’re going to enjoy this as much as I am.”
She nodded and leaned back in the chair, letting her head rest against the thick cushions as he kissed his way up her thigh, peppering in the occasional nibble, which she seemed to enjoy, as evidenced by her wriggling hips.
When he reached the apex of her thighs, he paused. Pippa was watching him intently, her bottom lip pinched between her teeth.
One look was all it took to know she wanted this as much as he did.
“Should I keep going?” he asked, quirking a brow.
“I swear to God if you stop now, you better be on the next flight out of Valeria.”
He chuckled and blew a hot breath across her pussy.
Pippa wriggled, a frustrated noise escaping her lips.
So impatient.
Without warning, he licked up her center, swirling his tongue around her clit when he reached the swollen nub.
She sucked in a breath and clutched the arms of the chair, her manicured nails digging into the plush upholstery.
“Oh-my-freaking-god.”
He gave her another slow lick for good measure. She was just as hot and wet as he’d imagined, and his balls drew up painfully as he fantasized about burying his cock inside her. This time, he sucked her clit, earning a quiet moan of approval.
Henry worked her slowly, only increasing his pace when her hips began rocking greedily against his mouth, letting him know she wanted—needed—more. When he slid a finger inside of her, moving in tandem with his tongue, her hips bucked off the chair, angling for more pressure.
“Sweet-Fanny-Adams-that-feels-so-good.”
He should remind her to be quiet. The last thing they needed was an audience, but the music at the pool was loud and he rather enjoyed seeing her let go and live in the moment. No worries about decorum or royal protocol to bind her or hold her back.
“Henry. I think—ohhhhhhh!” Her hips bucked as her muscles convulsed and clamped down on his finger, the orgasm splintering through her body. He held her as she rode out the aftershocks, a satisfied smile on her face.
“That was—” She tipped her head, as if searching for the word. “Amazing. My legs are jelly. I don’t think I could walk if I tried.”
Pride surged, and he wanted to beat his chest like a cave dweller, secure in the knowledge that he’d given this woman toe-curling pleasure. But since that would probably freak her out, he simply moved her legs from his shoulders and grabbed her bikini from the floor, sliding the scrap of fabric over her right foot.