Page 62 of Royal Caleva: Luis

He stretched one hand out to slide open a drawer in the bedside table and pull out a condom. Before she could tell him it wasn’t necessary, he had rolled it onto his erection. And she understood. He was a hereditary ruler. Where he dallied could have serious consequences.

He slid one knee and then the other between her legs, spreading her thighs. “Say yes, Eve, one more time.”

“Yes, Luis, yes, yes, yes!” She reached for his cock, but he was already sliding inside her, stretching her and filling the ache so completely that she felt like crying with the relief of it.

But she wanted more. She tilted her pelvis upward to bring Luis deeper. He groaned, a long drawn-out sound of pleasure. “Eve, this is so good,” he said, beginning to move inside her.

“Buenisimo!” she managed to say as the friction tightened the coil of longing in her gut.

“Magnifico!” he said, withdrawing and thrusting ever more quickly.

“No. More. Words.” She matched his rhythm before closing her eyes to let sensation roll through her.

Wrapping his hands under her thighs, he held her fully open so he could control every stroke. He kept shifting the angle of her pelvis so his movement sometimes pressed her clit hard, sometimes softly. She could not anticipate the exact sensation it would evoke, and the surprise pushed her up to the top, where she balanced for a long, exquisite moment, savoring what was about to happen.

He let himself loose with two hard, deep thrusts, and she exploded around his cock, the squeeze and release of her muscles sending bolts of delight crashing through her. She arched against the bed, grabbing his wrists to anchor herself as she shrieked, “Yes, Luis, yessss! Oh, yes!”

He went still, allowing her to focus on her orgasm, reveling in having him inside her as she convulsed. Her body vibrated with the delicious intensity, almost to the point of overload. Slowly, the waves of sensation eased, turning to ripples.

“Finish!” she said, tightening her muscles around him.

“Me corro ahora!” He drove into her once, twice, and the third time, he threw back his head to shout her name as he pulsed deep inside her.

Then she was sinking down into the gorgeous aftermath, her skin flushed with warmth, her muscles lax with release, her body humming with satiation. Luis stayed inside her, so she squeezed him again, just to tantalize them both.

“Ay, I have nothing left,” he said with a gasping laugh.

“I don’t either, but it still feels good,” she said, giving a little moan of regret as he slipped out of her.

Lowering her legs gently, he grasped her knees and lifted them to turn her so she lay fully on the bed. After stripping off the condom, he stood looking down at her before he ran his palm over the curve of her hip and down the outside of her thigh. “Mmm,” she said, not caring what he saw as long as he touched her.

“You are better than my dreams,” he said, his voice low and caressing.

“You are a flatterer.” She scooted sideways even as an embarrassed gratification surged through her. She didn’t believe him, but it was nice to hear. “Come join me. I want to snuggle.”

He looked surprised and oddly sad before he said, “With pleasure.” He stretched out on the duvet, gathering her up against his side, her head on his chest.

“Are you comfortable?” he asked.

“Very comfortable.” It felt wonderful to have his body against hers, his skin smooth and warm except where hair lightly furred his chest and thighs. The maleness of him with his long, hard muscles contrasted delectably with her softer curves. She nestled in closer with a sigh of contentment. “This is nice.”

“Yes, it is.” He stroked her hair in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. “Will you stay here with me until morning?”

“I, well, maybe until very early morning so no one sees me sneaking back to my bedroom.” She hadn’t thought about what would happen after they had sex. The debate about whether to come to his bedroom had taken up all the bandwidth in her brain. “I know we’re all having breakfast together at seven thirty, but what time does Raul actually get up?”

“If you leave here at six, you should be safe.” She felt his lips brush the top of her head. “Gracias.”

He was thanking her for staying with him? “It’s not a hardship, you know.”

His chuckle vibrated against her cheek. “I am glad to hear that. But perhaps we should get under the covers.”

She tilted her head to watch the flickering light of the fire play over the ridges of his torso. “You’re keeping me warm, and I’d like to enjoy the view a little longer.”

“You can still see the moon and water when you’re under the duvet.”

“I meant this view.” She feathered her fingers over his abs, causing his muscles to contract.

“I am enjoying my view as well.” He skimmed his hand over her waist and hip, a delicious shiver following his touch. “I was putting your comfort before my happiness.”

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