Page 96 of The Thing About My Prince

At the first pulse of her inner walls on my thumb, I gather every drop of my willpower and pull away. My mouth, my hands, my body—no part of me is touching any part of her.

“What? Where did you go?” Her beautifully foggy eyes open as she sits up.

“I’m right here.” And right here is between her legs, getting that condom on as fast as my racing pulse and trembling hands allow.

“Look at you.” Her eyes are on my dick, her hands reaching for my balls.

She rolls them in her palm as I finish sheathing myself,and for a second I think I’m about to ruin it all again. This woman drives me to a fever pitch I never knew was possible.

“I can’t wait to be inside you,” I tell her. “Cannot fucking wait.”

“Please, dear God, don’t wait,” she sighs.

Keeping my eyes firmly fixed on her face, I grasp my cock and circle the tip around her entrance while mirroring the action with my thumb on her clit.

The heat emanating from her has me teetering on the brink, and I have to claw at the edge to prevent myself from crashing over.

Beneath me, her eyes close again, lips parting, her heavy breath making her breasts rise and fall and rock with the beat of her heart.

Holding on here is the most difficult thing I’ve ever done, but I’m not allowing myself inside her until she is ready to pop.

When her head drops to the side with a particular groan I remember from last night, I push in just my tip.

The tight grip of her squeezes me hard, and we gasp as one.

I still, then take a deep breath to hold myself steady.

Shit, her wetness and welcoming warmth make my heart pound like a jackhammer and it’s all I can do to stop my hips from following suit, but I am determined to keep us both on the cusp for as long as possible.

“Please.” She nudges herself closer. “Please.”

“You want me?” I increase the pressure on her clit. “All of me?”

“All of you.” The grind of her hips is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen or felt in my life. “Now. Please now.”

And I glide inside her, like it’s exactly where I belong.

The second I’m up to my hilt, Lexi throws her arms around my neck and wraps her legs tight around me, rockingagainst me, short-circuiting my brain so every part of me is tuned only to her.

The dysfunctional world around us is gone, faded away, replaced with a new reality where only the two of us exist and my only purpose is to give this incredible woman the orgasm of her life.

I circle my arms around her back, holding her close, her breasts pressed against my chest, her panting mouth against my ear.

“That’s it, baby,” I whisper into hers. “Let yourself go.”

And does she ever.

The moment her body clenches, showing me that she’s there, I allow myself to go with her.

And we pound against each other on the edge of the desk, holding on for dear life, for a future we don’t have, but a here and now we need to make the most of.

My balls tighten, and at my first release, my brain explodes in a burst of fireworks so bright, so loud, so never-fucking-ending, it’s like Guy Fawkes night, New Year’s Eve, and the queen’s Jubilee are happening all at once inside my head.

Lexi’s inner muscles pulse, squeezing every last drop of pleasure from me while she hangs onto my shoulders and her spine arches, throwing her head back.

“Oh God,” she cries. “Oliver.”

I’d thought I’d reached my peak, but her cry of my name sets light to a bunch of rockets I didn’t know were lurking at the back of my skull.