Page 41 of The Other Princess

When they were both discarded on the floor along with my boots he ran his fingers back up my jeans-covered legs, and to the waistband, tracing his fingers gently over the skin of my belly just above where my jeans remained fastened. “Ever, I don’t want to rush you into anything. If you’re not ready…”

“Deck,” I called his name so that his eyes would find mine. I watched as they trailed slowly up my body, becoming more of an inky black than their normal blue as they did so. I reached out and touched his shoulders, running my hands up, scraping the nails across his exposed flesh as I did until my fingers were buried in his hair. The hair he’d grown out since leaving the Army was now a few inches long. I tugged there, pulling him toward me, wanting him closer. As I pulled he stumbled forward a bit, tripping over my boots or the ends of the blanket that were dangling on the floor. It didn’t matter, because the result was him landing so that his upper body hovered over mine and his face was right there where I’d wanted it. I took advantage of the situation and reached forward just enough so that I could lick his bottom lip before I sucked it into my mouth. The groan he emitted, plus the shudder as his muscles rippled over me let me know exactly how he felt about my bold move.

“I’ve been ready, Deck. I’ve just been waiting for you to catch up.” When my words sunk in, he leaned back, and then laughed as he moved in such a way that his jeans slid down his hips and fell to the floor to pool around his feet. He had on black boxer briefs that didn’t hide the fact that he was excited to be with me.

“You’ve been waiting on me, huh?” He started tickling my sides as he asked the question.

“Yeah, you kept kissing me, and then running away at the end of the night. At first I thought maybe you didn’t like girls that way, but then I thought, maybe he’s a virgin too,” I teased knowing full well neither of things were true. Deck had always been more discreet with his relationships when we were all growing up, but that didn’t mean I hadn’t heard rumors about his prowess from people who did know some of the girls he’d been with back then. Besides, he’d confessed about how he almost got engaged with another girl while he was in the Army. That thought twisted my stomach a little until I felt his hand ghosting back over my abdomen and then up around my back.

Before I knew what was happening my bra was gone and Deck’s mouth was hot and wet on my right breast, sucking my nipple into his mouth with a fervor I hadn’t anticipated. I sucked in a breath, and then released it on a moan as he suckled harder while gripping my other breast in his hand, kneading the flesh there that more than filled his hand. He came up for air with a pop as he released my nipple from his mouth and grinned at me. My eyes had to refocus on him after rolling up so hard in my head, but when they did and he knew he had my attention, he asked, “Did that seem like I prefer boys?”

My entire body was shaking with anticipation as I shook my head, no, while at the same time tormenting him further. “I don’t know, I think even gay men probably like to play with boobs. It’s a thing.” His answering grin, and the twinkle in his eyes gave him away a moment before my jeans were unfastened and ripped away from my body leaving both of us in just our underwear. Deck was in his boxer briefs that were like a second skin and me in a tiny scrap of white lace that did nothing to hide the evidence of how turned on I was. Deck leaned back in, hovering over my body once more, which was an entirely different experience when I could feel the heat of him so much better without that layer of clothing. I could also feel his thickness settled against my thigh and the rough touch of the hair on his legs as they rubbed across the smoothness of my own. Equals and opposites again, setting my body on fire. Then he rubbed his nose from my shoulder to my neck, scenting me as if he were a wild animal about to mark his mate.

“And now, does it seem as though I prefer boys?” His teasing words were a husky whisper against my sensitive skin of my neck just below my ear. My entire body broke out in shivering gooseflesh, a complete contradiction to the damnable fire spreading through my center. I couldn’t formulate words as a response. Instead, my legs twined around his hips and upper thighs, tugging him closer to me, and I think they were moving on their own accord, because I had no clue what I was doing here. Another throaty groan from Deck made me think the action hadn’t been wrong.

The movement centered his hardness over me in such a way that had those flames building higher and higher, especially after he flexed and pumped his hips a bit. “Jesus, fuck,” Deck hissed. “Ever, I don’t want to rush,” he started to say, but I fused our mouths together again before he could finish. I didn’t care if it was rushed, hurried, slow, fast, or more of this delicious torture. I only knew the pleasure I felt every time he moved on top of me, the singing heat coursing through my body like a symphony, the tingles that erupted everywhere he touched me with his hands, the weight of his body that made me feel so safe and even loved. Everything in concert made me want more of it all, but especially more of Deck.

Before I was even conscious that I was doing it my feet were pushing at the underwear still keeping me from feeling all of Deck’s body against my own. He took the hint and reached down long enough to divest himself of the briefs. He didn’t go so gentle with me though, instead he grabbed hold of the fragile lace panties I’d been wearing and ripped them off. I’m sure I would feel it later, where the fabric attempted to put up a fight on one hip while giving up the ghost on the other. In the moment it was just one more amazing sensation in an overload of sensory input.

“Deck,” I whimpered as I felt him for the first time, hot and hard against my center.

“Shit, baby, you’re driving me crazy. I almost forgot,” he rolled off of me and leaned over to grab the drawer open on the bedside table. He pulled out a string of condoms and tossed them down beside me while keeping one of them in his hands and ripping the foil wrapper open with his teeth. I didn’t even get to see him put it on because I was trapped in the lust filled look in his eyes. He was just as lost to this as I was. For a brief moment, I worried that I wouldn’t be good enough, that my inexperience would send him running when it was all said and done. Then he ran his hands down my body, and the awed expression on his face told me that wasn’t possible.

“This might hurt you, baby, and I don’t want you to have a bad experience with me.” I was shaking my head, trying to deny his words, because even a little pain couldn’t take away from everything else. “Shh,” he whispered into my ear, and then he dipped lower, licking, sucking, and kissing every sensitive piece of flesh from my earlobe to my neck, then down my throat, and across my collarbone. His lips travelled further down, taking a few moments to worship both of my breasts, spending equal time suckling from each nipple before heading further south. His hot breath and warm kisses peppered down my sternum to my belly button where he dipped his tongue in and swirled it around making me giggle as it tickled. I felt his grin against my belly as he continued down further. My breath was held as he moved lower. I had obviously never experienced this even though my best friend Erin had given me a blow-by-blow detailed description of the first time it had happened to her. I hoped Deck didn’t bite me the way Erin’s ex-boyfriend had done to her.

It was a needless worry though, because Deck definitely knew exactly what to do to make it feel like heaven. It was as if someone had given him a manual to my absolute pleasure, and he studied the damn thing like it was the bible. His tongue lapped at me, flicked in all the right places, he sucked, and my body exploded in the first orgasm that I ever had that wasn’t self-induced. I cried out, head thrown back, and back bowed up in ecstasy as Deck held my lower half down with his arms wrapped around my hips as he continued to lick me until I came back down to earth. I hadn’t even realized my hands were on his head, tangled in the shaggy strands of the hair he’d been growing out.

“Sweet, so fuckin’ sweet,” Deck hissed across my skin as he began to climb up my body in the sexiest maneuver I’d ever seen. The muscles in his shoulders and arms popped and rolled as he moved while taking sweeping, heated licks up my body. When he finally moved all the way above me and looked down into my eyes the only thing I could think was desire. It was written all over his face. His eyes nearly dripped with it as he leaned in and kissed me, forcing me to taste myself on his lips and tongue. One of his arms kept him perched right beside my shoulders while his other hand travelled down my body, fingers cleverly swirling around my clit. “You’re so fuckin’ sweet, baby. Are you sure?”

“Deck, please,” I murmured and he didn’t need any other reassurance, because he had me built up to yet another climax with what he was doing to me with his fingers. The moment I started tipping over the edge Deck pumped into me, taking the last of my innocence with him. I’m sure there was a stinging sensation, but it was over-shadowed by the orgasm that had been rippling through my body. He seated himself fully in me, and then both of his large hands were framing my face as he leaned in to kiss me while our lower halves stayed perfectly still. The fullness I felt was like nothing I had ever imagined when I thought about what this would be like. It was as if our being connected had completed me somehow. The missing part of myself was back, and it was Deck. Not just the points of us that were connected physically, but all of him, and all of me together.

I moved my hips, lifting them off the mattress, and pushing further into Deck’s body. He stiffened momentarily and then he started pulling back, and just as I was about to protest the move and the emptiness that was left behind he shoved back in all the way, and bumped a part of me deep inside that sent a zipping tingle through my lower half. My inadvertent moan must have spurred him on, because then he started going faster and harder until I was screaming out, once again, as another orgasm rolled through my body. I hadn’t expected that at all, because Erin had warned me that my first time would be miserable. This was not that. It was the complete opposite of miserable. It was unforgettable in the best of ways.

Even though I had climaxed again for the third time that night, Deck had yet to blow, and continued to move in and out of me with a rhythm that seemed impossible to me. My legs wrapped around his hips and my arms around his back, trailing my nails up and down his skin as he rested his head in the crook of my neck. “Ever,” he hissed out, and a few moments later he was tipping over the edge of pleasure too, chasing his orgasm, and pulling me with him once more.

It took a moment for both of us to come back to ourselves, but the minute Deck did he was running his finger over my kiss-swollen lips. “Are you okay?”

“I’m perfect. That was perfect,” I told him, causing his face to bloom in the large genuine smile I loved so much.

“Good, I need you to stay right here, okay?” I questioned him with my eyes only, and nodded my head. I was pretty sure my bones were all liquid and wouldn’t support me just yet anyway. I watched as Deck stood, holding onto his manhood as he did. It took me a minute to clue in to the fact that he had to deal with the condom, but even that fleeting thought left me as I watched his naked, scrumptious ass move and flex as he walked across the room to a door on the opposite side from the bed. I assumed it was the bathroom, and was proved right moments later when I heard the toilet flush. That made me giggle, because it reminded me of our earlier conversation about the bushes.

Deck came back into the room, smiling and holding a washcloth. “What’s so funny?”

“I was thinking of how you just spared the bushes outside,” I laughed.

He continued to grin as he climbed up on the bed from the bottom and moved to where he kneeled between legs, looking at the place where no one else had before. The same place I was starting to feel a definitive ache. “You sore, babe?” I wondered briefly if he wanted to go again, but it didn’t seem that way since he wasn’t hard. Instead, he moved his hand, covered in the washcloth, between my legs, and proceeded to clean me up. It was only then that I realize there was blood mixed with all the lubricant I’d produced. “Oh no, your sheets,” I cried out, worried he’d be upset that I’d just ruined the gorgeous set of blue sheets. Then, I just thanked the universe that the cream comforter hadn’t been underneath me instead.

“Don’t worry about those sheets, baby. I’m not.” He moved back off of me once he had me cleaned up, and I watched again as he ducked into the bathroom. This time I heard what sounded like a drawer or cabinet being opened, and when he came back I realized I hadn’t been wrong. He carried a pill bottle with him. “You’ll probably want to take a couple of these for now to help with the ache.”

“How did you know there was an ache?” He smiled at me then and traced over my brow with his fingers.

“I’m not a small man, baby, and this was your first time. Even though the orgasms dimmed the initial pain, there’s going to be some discomfort now.” He climbed in bed beside me once I’d taken the pills along with drinking down half a bottle of water he’d handed me. “I just want to keep you here with me a little while longer before we have to get up and feed ourselves. You okay with that?”

This man, who had given me the best first time sexual experience I’d ever heard of, was asking to cuddle me afterward? “Of course,” was the only answer I could come up with, because who would turn that offer down? I snuggled into Deck’s side as he wrapped an arm around me and kissed the top of my head.

“I love you, Ever,” he told me. My heart literally skipped a beat at his admission, and I tipped my head up to see his face then. He planted a small kiss on my lips and when he pulled away it was to see the smile he’d left on my face.

“That’s a good thing, Deck, because I’ve fallen in love with you too.” He squeezed me tight then, and I closed my eyes to enjoy the warmth and love I was enveloped in. My eyes didn’t end up opening again until morning when I felt Deck’s lips drag across my neck to whisper in my ear, “Good morning, Love.” There went my heart again. It was lost in the best possible way.

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