Page 71 of Royal Caleva: Luis

He hesitated a split second, his gaze roaming over her face before he gave an almost imperceptible nod and tossed the condom onto the couch.

She put one knee on the cushion beside his thigh, wincing as she tried to bring the other knee to the other side. The aching muscles of her inner thighs reminded her that she had been horseback riding for the first time in years.

“Are you all right?” Luis asked, wrapping his hands around her waist to steady her.

“A little sore from the horse, but that won’t stop me.” His strong grasp gave her the support to straddle him so that the tip of his cock brushed her clit. “Ah, Luis!” she gasped out as electric delight streaked through her.

She stared down into the searing blue of his eyes as she slowly slid downward to impale herself on his erection, moaning with pleasure at the sense of stretching and being filled.

“Now kiss my breasts,” she commanded.

“Con placer. With pleasure.” He sucked one nipple into his mouth and palmed the other, making her grab his shoulders to hold herself still through the storm of sensation rocking her body as he sucked and stroked and licked. His mouth and his hands on her skin and his cock deep within her sent waves of bliss all the way to her toes. She wanted to stay like this forever, but desire was coiling tighter and tighter in her belly.

When he tilted his hips so he pressed against her clit, she couldn’t stay still any longer. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she pushed upward, then came down, driving him deeper inside her.

His hands went back to her waist, helping her rise and fall as he matched her tempo, only in opposition so he thrust up as she sank down. “Yes, oh, please, yes!” she cried out as the delicious friction grew hotter and hotter.

“I cannot hold back for long,” he said, his voice tight with effort.

“Don’t try!” she said as he drove up hard. “Come with me!”

With that, he threw his head back and let loose, pumping into her with a shout of release. That sent her over the edge and into a paroxysm of contracting muscles and dissolving tension as she called out his name over and over with each exquisite convulsion.

Then they both collapsed downward, panting and hearts pounding.

“Ay, Eve, you are increíble.” He skimmed one hand up and down her back as she lay bonelessly over him, her head on his shoulder.

“If that means mind-blowing, I agree.” She snuggled in closer. “I’ve wanted to do that ever since I saw you looking like a conquistador on Chispa’s back.”

He huffed out a laugh. “Riding behind you on the trail, all I could think about was curling my hands around that gorgeous culo of yours.” He illustrated by giving her buttock a squeeze.

“Great minds think alike,” she said, exhaling a long sigh of satisfaction.

“Dirty minds, certainly.” He shifted so that his spent cock slid out of her.

She felt the stickiness between her legs and hoped it wasn’t all over his expensive suit trousers. Lifting her head, she looked around for a box of tissues. He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and offered it to her.

Taking the neatly ironed and folded square of fine cotton, she noticed embroidery on it. “I can’t use this. It’s monogrammed. With a crown!” And a stranger would be laundering it. “Don’t you have tissues?”

“Those would require standing up, and I don’t want to move. Nor do I want you to move.” He banded his arms around her. “Consider it a self-interested gift.”

She gave in and gently cleaned between her legs, trying also to blot the fabric of his trousers with little success. He took the crumpled handkerchief from her and tossed it on a nearby table.

“As much as I enjoy this position, my thigh muscles are complaining now that I’m not distracted by other things,” Eve said, trying to shift within his embrace.

He immediately moved his hands to lift her off of his lap and onto the cushion beside him. “Here or the bed?” he asked.

“I like variety, so here. But you have too many clothes on,” Eve said, beginning to unbutton his shirt and kissing his newly bared skin as she undid each one. She inhaled his scent of sky and water, sexually satisfied male, and a hint of starch from the shirt. “You smell so good. I want to bottle it. Eau de Luis.”

He took her face between his hands to tilt it up. She expected a smile, but he looked strangely intent. “Not Eau du Roi?”

“It’s your scent, not some generic king’s,” Eve said.

He leaned in to kiss her in a way that was passionate but gentle. “Eve, you are very special.”

“Because I like the way you smell?”

He just shook his head before he released her and smiled. “Please don’t let me keep you from your task.”

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