Page 11 of Coral Prince Conundrum (Runaway Prince Hotel #1)

As my heart pounds in glorious anticipation, I revel in this moment. His mouth opens as we kiss, giving that delicious massaging pressure, allowing our tongues to enter play. Daryl tastes so sweet .

As our tongues tangle, my hands act on instinct, pulling at his various layers of fabric.

He seems to understand my goal and gets up to remove his clothes on his own.

I quickly work to pull down my waistcloth, revealing my black undergarments.

When I look up, a shirtless Daryl —ocean gods help me—is frozen while his denim is pulled below his knees.

He looks decadent in only his red plaid boxer shorts, but he is reluctant to kick off his pants.

I do not appreciate his hesitancy. “What is the matter?”

He gulps and crosses his arms. “You’re, um…I’m…I’m not b-buff like you…”

I smile and lean close to him. I put my forehead near his and uncross his arms. “I never want you to feel insecure.” I gently kiss him, and his arms relax. “But I do want you. Your body is magnificent. It is everything to me right now.”

I bring his hands to my ass, and he cautiously teases his fingers under the waistband of my undergarments.

This seems to fix the problem as our kisses ramp up again.

I grind into him, needing more pressure, and my erection meets his through the fabric.

In a blur, I pull off and we both ditch the rest of our clothes, and I shuck off the comforter.

I lie on the bed, propped up by a pillow against the wall, and then grin and stroke myself.

Daryl is sinfully beautiful as he crawls toward me, naked.

His erection, protruding from dark curly hair, bobs as he gets closer.

When his body covers mine again, we continue our passionate kissing.

I thought the coffee he made was delectable, but that was nothing compared to the taste of his mouth on mine.

On instinct, my hips grind up into him, meeting his tenuous abs. As our breathing quickens, he pulls away and asks, “So, um…what do you want to, uh…” He licks his lips. “I haven’t prepared my ass, but if you want, I could go to the bathroom?—”

I shut him up with a kiss. Then, I pull back and grin. “Let us talk less and allow our bodies to discover what feels good.”

“Um, okay.” Before he can say more, I lean in and kiss his neck. “What…what do you…?”

I reach down and grasp his erection. He’s longer where I’m thicker, but he’s hard and burning with passion, which is the most important part of any cock. I line him up with me, and we both shiver.

“Does that feel good?” I ask, breathlessly.

I stroke and he gasps in my face. “Yes… yes , Seero , yes ,” he says, his voice getting higher with every word. Hearing my name on his lips is a prayer to the ocean gods.

I stroke and stroke, and my hips buck up.

He grinds against me, giving that pleasurable friction.

We both ooze with impending passion, allowing a smoother glide.

He grasps the pillow behind him for leverage, making his thrusts stronger.

Each huff and moan from Daryl’s mouth is catalogued in my heart.

We kiss and rut against each other, two animals in heat. It’s the most glorious sexual connection I’ve ever felt. His dick smears his fluid against my torso, and I do the same to his abdomen. I’m marking him—I want this surface-dweller to be mine.

I stroke, and he huffs. He gets harder and thrusts again, sending delicious pleasure up my spine.

I grasp tighter, then looser, and he sighs.

I keep stroking, and we continue to give each other glorious sensations.

Our cocks rub together like we were built to frot with each other.

While my previous sexual experiences were more exploratory and clinical, this feels so natural.

One day soon, I hope to taste his cock and ass with my tongue.

But right now, there are other, more urgent matters to attend to. I never want to leave this bed.

“Ooh…oh, fuck.” His thrusts gain speed, and he whines against my ear.

I kiss his neck and murmur, “Yes, Daryl. Give it to me.” I pinch his nipple with my free hand and push my hips upward into him.

“Ooh…oh shit… ohshitcoming …oh, Seero… ah !” He hisses and stills, and I feel his manhood grow even more.

He erupts in my hand, on my cock, all while grunting in my ear.

Feeling that pinnacle of sexual energy has me going blind.

I stroke even faster, and, within seconds, I orgasm between us.

As his climax dies down, mine continues, shooting ropes and ropes of pleasure at him. Paradise .

I slow down and let go. After a minute of catching our breaths, he rolls over to my left. Looking down at both of us, we cannot say who made a bigger mess. His spend and mine have combined into one glorious sticky web on our abdomens. It’s amazing evidence, a beautiful sight on this beautiful man.

Even though we are done, I am still very much enchanted by Daryl. His naked body and waning cock are magnificent. He blinks in a drowsy manner with a satisfied grin on his lips. I likely appear the same.

“That…was…wow,” he rasps.

I grin. “Yes. Indeed, it was wow.” We both titter for no reason other than pure joy. “I am looking forward to doing that again.”

His eyes shoot open. “You…want to do it again?”

I grin. “Of course. I did not last as long as I could have. I will do better next time, and I can show you exactly how a prince uses his tongue to give the most pleasure.”

He and I share a laugh, and he rolls to his right to face me. I turn to meet him, not caring about the mess on the sheets. “If you insist, your majesty.” He cranes his head forward, and I can see myself growing addicted to this stranger from another world.

“It is Your Highness,” I reply. We both smile as we kiss, the most joyous feeling I’ve ever felt with a lover. Daryl Tishman is redefining everything I thought I wanted. If we stay this way, it might not be so easy to say goodbye to him.