Page 67 of Princess Avenged

Gathering the cushions, Flame leads me back to the picnic area and our untouched basket. “You must be freezing.” He cups my chin.

“I can think of something that would warm me up.”

He drapes the blanket around me, and the wool instantly warms me.

“I didn’t mean the blanket.” I run my hands over his chest, tracing my fingers over his solid pectorals and around his nipples.

He sucks in a breath, and I wonder if men are as sensitive there as I am, but I don’t get a chance to ask, because his lips capture mine in a slow but ravenous kiss that delivers so much meaning, and carries so much feeling and passion, I feel like I’m floating. Then I realize the floating is more than a feeling. My feet are no longer on the ground.

Swaddled in the blanket, I’m swept into his arms. Moving smoothly, and before I have time to fully register the change of position, he lies me atop the smooth boulder. My back arches over the rounded stone, my head falling back, and his face follows mine, our lips still joined in the most perfect kiss that simultaneously delivers everything that I need but leaving me wanting so much more.

His hands slide along my body, parting the blanket, and I’m rewarded as his skin contacts mine—at once electric and comforting—and sparking even higher levels of need inside me. As we continue to kiss, his clever hands explore everywhere at once, and mine roam too, wherever they can reach on his much bigger body, wanting to analyze every inch of him, to better know how to bring him pleasure.

And just as I think the word pleasure, Flame notches the head of his cock against my sex. The pressure generates heat that rushes through me in a wave of near ecstasy. Taking my hands, he pushes my arms up over my head, fully arching my body over the rock and looking into my eyes.

“Do you remember our first time together?” he asks, and I nod.

Even though it went against their code, Flame showed me a kindness that day by feeding me and taking care of me after, so I wouldn’t need to do either act in public, or with a stranger.

My body is pulsing inside, contracting over and over, as the memories join my anticipation. The first few times we were together were rough and impersonal, but they were also the first times I understood true sexual pleasure. The first time I truly understood how it felt to be a mature, sexual being.

“I was so rough with you.” He bends to kiss me softly, and the movement presses his cock even more firmly against my entrance. “I’m sorry about that.” He removes a stray pin from my hair and then fans the wet mess over the rock behind me.

“I’d fucked a ton of women before that, but had no idea how to make love.”

“Please, don’t apologize. It was…it was very good for me, nonetheless.” I look into his blue eyes, which are darkening as his pupils dilate. “Before that day, I never knew sex could feel so good.”

“You helped me discover that too.” He kisses my nose, then my eyelids, and then my cheekbones. “But in the opposite way, I guess.” A warm smile brushes his lips. “It never occurred to me that someone else’s pleasure—me seeing evidence of their pleasure—could heighten my own.”

I smile softly, loving this walk down memory lane, even if it’s causing a delay to getting what my body craves.

“From now on.” He looks deep into my eyes. “From now on, my only focus, my entire purpose in life is bringing you pleasure. Observing your rapture—even if I’m not the one delivering it at the time.”

His hips push forward, and he breaches my entrance.

I suck in a breath, my chest rising as I absorb the welcome intrusion, loving how the effects of his penetration are evident in his expression too. His jaw twitches. Holding back, staying still inside me is both giving him pleasure and killing him.

I stroke his fingers as he holds mine above my head. “Seeing your pleasure,” I tell him softly, “heightens my pleasure too.”

His eyes widen. “Really?” He looks like this idea never occurred to him.

“Of course.” I tip my pelvis, trying to draw him in deeper.

“Darling, that’s the second-best thing I’ve heard all day.” He pushes forward, filling me completely and stealing my breath. “Fuck, Ana you feel so good around my cock.”

I squeeze around him. “Believe me, you feel good too.”

“I’m glad to hear that darlin’, because I’ve got a lot more where that came from.”

I’m about to reply, but his hips start pumping, sliding his hardness slowly but forcefully inside me, filling every inch of me, over and over, as I lie draped over the rock, and he uses the strength of his entire body to slide inside mine.

His hands shift from my hands to the back of my head, and he cushions it, threading his fingers into my hair, holding my head and protecting it from the rock as the power of his thrusts increases, as his body keeps the rest of me in position. And all the while we never break eye contact. I can see the past, the present and the future in the blue of his eyes.

“I wish I could live inside you,” Flame says, his eyes full of love. “Can we just do this forever?”

“Fine by me,” I answer, absorbing the impact of each stroke and preparing for the next. Lifting my legs, I hook them around him and the slight change in angle wakes new nerves, new levels of pleasure. My body involuntarily tightens around him, clearly asserting how it agrees with the plan to keep him inside me forever.

“Squeeze me like that again, darling, and I’ll have to fuck you harder.”

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