Page 62 of Royally Rivalled

“I probably came in a little harsh. I assumed you were going all aggro over him flirting with me. If I’m being honest, it’s kind of hot.”

“I was,” I said. “It’s something I wish I didn’t do, but… I am a serial monogamist, and you’re too good for him.”

Astrid smiled slightly, then leaned over and kissed me. I pulled her closer, running my hand through her hair. I soaked up every bit of her until I realised we were in public.

“We cannot... do this here, Astrid.”

“Oh, yeah, probably not,” she said. “Come back to mine. Ole went hiking, and Amara’s out of town.”

I jumped at the chance. We raced back to Astrid’s house, dropping our bags in the foyer and impulsively kicking our shoes off. I took her face in my hands and kissed her again properly. She deserved adoration, respect, and vulnerability. She turned the tables, pulling me into their living room and pushing me onto the couch.

Climbing astride me, Astrid tossed her shirt aside and pulled on the hem of my pullover, suggesting I do the same. I threw it and continued kissing her. She was grinding against my stiff cock through my jeans, making it harder by the second. I wanted her so badly. I buried my face in her breasts, appreciating their soft, milky-white presence. I undid her bra to better take them in. I ran my tongue across her left nipple. Astrid shuddered, tilting her hips towards me.

The sound of her breath grew more ragged by the minute. I had to do something.

“Astrid, I want to taste you,” I said.

“What?” Astrid looked confused.

“I want to go down on you. Eat you out,” I said. “Make you cum.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to. I want to make you scream. I want you to feel amazing.”

“Oh… okay.”

Astrid rolled to the side, struggling to remove her jeans. I pulled on them hard, tossing them aside. I sucked her right nipple as I tugged on her tiny pink knickers. Obliging me, she pulled them off. I parted her legs with my body and grabbed her knees in my hands as I kissed down her torso. I slowly worked my way down, kissing from her knee to the inside of her thigh until I got to her already wet pussy.

“I haven’t like… waxed.” Astrid sounded concerned.

I looked up. “Astrid, your pussy is fine. I know what it looks like.”

“Fine?”

“Beautiful. Lovely,” I said. “I like it—a lot. Relax.”

She tried, letting her head fall back. I licked Astrid’s clit slowly at first, waiting for the inevitable relaxation of her hips. She not only relaxed, she pushed towards me as if presenting her pussy for my approval. Cunnilinguscouldbe a superpower if you worked on it well enough.

Astrid panted and moaned as I picked up speed with my tongue. Her enjoyment made me want to please her more. I pressed two fingers inside her, rubbing the spot that made her mad with pleasure before. In response, she gripped my hair.

“Yes!” Astrid said.

I continued, slowly thrusting my fingers in her, constantly stroking her G-spot for just a moment. The more attention I paid, the more swollen her G-spot and clit became. She tightened her pussy around my fingers as she got closer. Her legs quaked, flattening almost as she braced harder against my face and pulled my hair tighter in her hands.

“Oh, God, I’m so close,” Astrid said. “I’m… oh, holy fuck!”

She rattled off something in French I couldn’t quite comprehend. I was unprepared for the deluge rolling out of her. Her legs rose and then fell as they relaxed. She dripped down my chin, satiated. I sat up, surprised.

“That felt… different,” Astrid panted. “You… did… a number.”

“Did you know you couldsquirt?” I asked.

“Did I what?”

“Did you know… have you ever… squirted?”

“I squirted?”

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