Page 18 of Coronation (Royally Forbidden #1)
The order is obeyed instantaneously, and I pull my T-shirt over my head as Zelda hurries naked across the room and crawls onto the center of the mattress. I’m so aroused that my gut aches as she lowers herself back against the pillows.
My steps are controlled and steady as I follow her path, pausing at the end of the bed to tilt my head, shamelessly examining every inch of her. There isn’t enough time in the world for the number of depraved things I would like to do to her, but we can certainly make a start.
I swallow. “Spread your legs.”
It’s clear that she wants it, but she’s hesitant, too, self-consciousness warring with desire.
The tip of a pink tongue darts out to wet her swollen lips as desire wins out and, again, Zelda does as I command.
Her chest rises and falls faster than ever as those pale thighs inch apart, showing me the soft, pink nirvana between them.
I’ve been king for over a year now, and I’m not sure I truly felt like one until this moment, with the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen spreading her legs for me, offering herself up at my command.
My restraint has been pushed past its limit.
Thanking god I had the foresight to take the rest of the condoms left in our room at the party, I take one from my pocket and roll it on, kicking my trousers away so I’m bare with her.
Zelda reaches for me the instant I move onto the bed, covering her body with my own as she drags my lips to meet hers in a greedy kiss.
The taste of her alone is enough to make my head swim, and I groan, reaching down to cup her slick pussy in my palm. She’s overheated and dripping, turned on and ready for me to fuck.
Is it possible to be more aroused than I am now?
If it is, I’ve certainly never experienced it.
Every touch of her hands to my bare skin, every helpless little grind of her hips against my hand, every time her tightened nipples brush my chest…
Every single thing about what we’re doing only makes me harder.
“Ben,” she pleads against my lips, a tremor in her voice. She’s writhing beneath me, her thighs spread wide as she grips my ass in both hands, trying to pull me in. “I need you.”
I’ll give her what she needs.
Releasing my grip on her cunt, I fist the base of my shaft, dragging the tip through her seam. It’s the work of seconds to fit myself against her entrance, and pleasure surges up my spine as I drive forward, filling her with everything I have.
Cursing, I lift my body off hers enough to stare between us, obsessed with the way her tight little hole clings to me as I withdraw, the condom shining with evidence of how well her body responds to mine.
I watch, hungry to see every detail of this, as I begin to fuck her, withdrawing until only my tip rests inside her, then shoving my way back in.
The effect this woman has on me is almost beyond comprehension, and I must be half mad with lust, because I’m sorely tempted to rip the damned piece of latex off my cock and come.
She would love being filled. I’m sure of it.
“Oh, god,” Zelda pants, her hands framing my face as she bucks and writhes beneath me. “Ben!”
I fucking love the way she says my name.
Thank Christ, it won’t be the last time I fuck her. We can do this again, stay tangled in each other’s arms for the entire weekend if we like, and I’m not attempting to make this last when we’re both so far gone. Now, my entire focus is on driving her toward her own orgasm and chasing my own.
Her tits are a perfect, perky handful, and I watch as they bounce with each thrust. Lowering my lips, I pull each deep pink nipple into my mouth in turn, sucking and grazing the tender flesh with the slightest edge of my teeth.
Zelda shifts restlessly beneath me with each gentle pull, her cries growing louder as her exquisitely tight channel grows—impossibly—wetter.
“Come on, darling. Give it to me,” I grit out, my voice a low, harsh rasp.
“Squeeze my cock with that tight little cunt.” The muscles in my thighs and abdomen burn, unaccustomed to being used so thoroughly, but this breathtaking woman is spread out beneath me like a feast, looking as if she’s as devastated by me as I am her.
I would rather throw myself out the open window than stop.
It’s more than worth it when Zelda obeys my command, her mouth falling open as her back arches off the mattress, her heels digging into my ass. Not only is bringing her to orgasm the biggest turn-on I’ve ever known, but the way her inner walls clamp down on me— fuck . There’s no stopping it.
My orgasm tears through me like a storm, intense and disorienting, dragging the cum from my swollen cock in long, heavy spurts. The pleasure is more than I can stand, and I fall forward, grinding mindlessly into the warm, wet heaven between her thighs as I fill the condom with my release.
“Ben,” Zelda’s gentle voice manages to permeate the fog, and I curse, hastening to lift my weight off her body. She stops me from going far, though, her arms tightening around my middle. “Don’t. Stay? Just for a minute?” There’s a self-conscious quality to her expression that makes me frown.
What we just did was intense, and I’m kicking myself for not anticipating she would need some degree of aftercare.
Slowly, I pull out and lower myself to her side, removing the condom and letting it fall to the wood floor beside the bed.
The self-consciousness clears from her expression as I gather her in my arms, dragging her back against my chest. “Was I too rough?” I ask, disarmed by how natural it feels to hold her in this way.
Zelda shakes her head, stifling a yawn in my arm. “ Mmm , no. Definitely not.”
Considering the amount of sleep we managed last night, and our activities in between, it’s hardly a wonder that I find myself yawning, too. Neither of us speaks or makes any attempt to move as our breathing slows, a warm summer breeze carrying over our naked bodies from the open window.
Halfway to sleep, I press my lips to her shoulder, my chest expanding at Zelda’s soft, contented sigh.
Since we met, I’ve been struck again and again by the way she touches me and the effect it’s had. The realization it goes both ways? That she might feel the same way when my hands are on her ?
No. I can’t think about that. It’s easier to dismiss it, to remind myself of her profession, and believe that this relationship is no different than any other I’ve had. I won’t allow myself to get carried away. I won’t be made a fool of.
Zelda’s body has gone still and relaxed in the minutes that have passed with us lying here. I’m sure she’s asleep, and that I could safely escape to the other side of the bed which is absent of intimacy.
Even so, as my eyelids grow too heavy to stay open, I feel my arms band tighter around the woman resting there.
I fall asleep listening to the sound of her breathing.