Page 8 of Royally Drawn (Resplendent Royals #3)
A Simple Touch
INGRID
I sat next to Keir on one of the couches on the ship's main deck. Things slowed, calmed more by a fire in the fire pit before us. I was running ragged but couldn’t pull myself away from him. After multiple flirtations, I only wanted to throw myself at him. Still, I knew I’d see him a dozen more times this year. Worse, I was friends with his sister. It was a bad idea on many levels.
I gathered Keir was a playboy. If he had me, I’d be a notch in his bedpost. Was that how I saw myself losing my virginity? I didn’t think so. Then again, I thought about how he talked to me—the dirty things that spilt out of him—and I longed to have him say even more depraved things to me.
It did not help they packed us onto the couch like sardines, and his hand kept brushing the side of my thigh. I gathered it was no accident. Every time his hand brushed me, a shiver radiated from my core. I wanted to pull him inside and put his hand up my dress. I’d never felt that impulse before, but I needed it.
Who was this man? And why did I find him so irresistible?
“I’m headed to bed,” I said. “I’ll see you all in the morning.”
“Sleep well, love,” Leah said .
“Yes, dear. Sleep tight,” Cici echoed.
I went into my stateroom. I was lucky not to be sharing. They’d expected me to travel with Astrid, but I ended up in a private room when she couldn’t come. I filled a glass of water and sat it by the bed. I tried to focus on chugging it, knowing how crucial it was to me to survive our onshore excursion tomorrow.
However, I was unsettled no matter what I did or how much water I drank. I found myself in the dark, thinking about the man who made me feel things, longing to know what he might do to me. Powerless to resist, I ran my hand down to my knickers, playing with my clit through my panties. They were already wet and had been since this flirtation began.
The feeling of my fingers running over my knickers felt naughty and tempting, but it wasn’t where I wanted to end. I pushed my hand inside, exploring my wetness with two fingers. Annoyed with the limits of my thong, I tossed them aside, now free to touch myself however I chose.
I slowly rolled a finger over my clit, thinking about how it might be to have put Keir’s hand up my skirt. God, how dirty would I be to let him do that with people about? I bit my lip to the point it nearly hurt. My breathing picked up. I felt a delicious, warm flush reach my chest. It took a little more work than it would with my trusty vibrator, but I was desperate to climax.
I let out a low moan as I hit the perfect spot that made my toes curl. I moved my hand to where my wetness spilt out of my entrance and slid one finger deep inside me. All the while, I thought about what it would feel like to have his fingers inside me—to have his cock deep within. How would it feel to have him enter me?
I didn’t know. I knew only how to pleasure myself. I moaned louder as I thrust two fingers inside my centre, feeling the full warmth and wetness of my pussy. I pulled them out, now playing with my clit with my thumb. The slickness only heightened the sensation as my pleasure built.
My fingers dipped inside my pussy again. I tightened around them, feeling myself getting closer and closer. I imagined how good it would feel to have Keir deep inside me—our bodies meeting with every thrust—as I moved my fingers in and out.
Picking up speed, the sound of my hand against my wet pussy became audible. I cared little. It felt so good to give over to pleasure and visualise what it might feel like to have someone inside me—someone who made me feel so deviant and beautiful. I gasped now, the feeling of my orgasm rolling over me.
“ Mmmmm…. oh, ouais ,” I moaned.
My pussy tightened and pulsed as I climaxed, my orgasm making my legs quake and fall apart. I lay there, my hand pressed against my centre, looking up at the ceiling of my dark stateroom, totally satisfied. Or, at least, I thought I was. If I was missing something, I didn’t know yet.
“Fuck,” I moaned quietly. “I needed that.”