Page 27 of Beauty Sleep

His groan rings through the room. And all I can do is gulp, swallowing again and again as he takes his sweet time to drain himself dry in my mouth.

I’m burning up with need, more desperate than I’ve been in my entire life to touch myself. And he’s not in any rush to let go of my wrists, however much I tug at them.

I need to touch myself! Need it, need it, need it so bad!

“Please,” I try to moan around his cock, but my mouth is still too full to form the word.

But finally, Prince lets go of my hair and the prickling eases in my scalp. As he slides out of my mouth, he reaches back and pushes a hand under the sheet behind himself.

Fingers close tightly around my aching shaft, and my whole body explodes with heat.

“Nnnh!” I almost buck right off the bed, my lips parting as I gasp and squirm underneath him. It’s almost too much sensation, but I’msecondsaway at most…

Prince strokes me once, twice—and I’m lost in ecstasy.

Yes…! Fuck, oh my fucking?—

I can’t stop shuddering, head to toe. Every muscle twangs with desperate release.

I buck wildly into his hand, gasping as I spill my hot juices all over his hand, my stomach, the sheets…

Time disappears, and the world goes black.

The next thing I know, I’m no longer under the sheets. I don’t feel his weight on my chest. But there’s still a thick, warm blanket of satisfaction wrapped tightly around my bones.

“Mmmm,” I moan softly, trying to push past the sleepiness.

“A happy ending worth waiting for?” Prince murmurs from near my ear. He’s sitting by my head now, one hand gently stroking through my hair.

It feels so sweet and gentle.

How much time passed? I have no idea. But I can’t remember the last time I came like that… if ever.

I want to sayyes, orthank you, orI needed you. All I can manage is a soft, “Gnnngh,” and a quiver of pleasure.

He chuckles deeply, and I suddenly realize what disturbed me from the blissful blackness. Prince just finished wiping me clean with tissues. He tugs the sheet across me, helping find a dry spot for me to sleep under.

I giggle sheepishly. “There…” I swallow my clumsy tongue and try again. “There was… a lot stored up,” I mumble.

He snorts. “There sure was, Beauty.” Soft, warm lips press against my forehead and I smile. “You listened to my rules,” he murmurs, sounding surprised. “You… you waited for me.”

Of course I did!

But I can’t possibly find the words to explain how long I’ve waited for a firm hand—forhisfirm hand. All I can manage is a breathless laugh and a little nod.

Then I bite my lip. “And… and you came,” I murmur, probably sounding as surprised as he did a moment ago.

Prince’s hand tightens in my hair for a moment, and then he rubs my scalp gently with his fingertips. “Yeah. What was it like, waiting?”

“Good,” I beam, nuzzling my cheek into the pillow as I beam toward him. “I mean, agony. But a good kind.”

Prince cups my cheek, and then he leans down to press his lips slowly and gently against mine.

Oh, holy crap.

I’ve never been kissed like this before. Slowly, like there’s all the time in the world, but full of more desire than I can possibly imagine.

And promises. There are promises in his lips, somehow transmitted to mine without any need for words. I understand them all.

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