Page 9 of Take My Throne

I’m practically purring like a kitten as Romy’s hands find their way to my front. I lean into him, closing my eyes. He cups my breasts and starts playing with them, tweaking and pulling at my nipples. I reach behind me and grab a handful of his hair, loving the feel of it between my fingers as he nuzzles my neck.

One of Romy’s hands works its way down my body, sliding beneath my waistband to tease me with the promise of delights to come. I reach down to undo my zipper, but Romy gently pushes my hands away, undoing my button and pulling down the zipper for me.

I stand and slowly slide down my trousers, looking over my shoulder with a sly grin at Romy as I step out of my jeans to reveal lacy underwear. I slip out of them, turning around to stand before Romy completely naked. I can see his erection straining against his trousers.

Romy reaches out and grabs me by the hips, pulling me closer to him. He looks up at me as he puts his hand between my legs and caresses my clit with his thumb. My legs tremble, and I put my hands on top of his head to keep my balance as he inserts a couple fingers inside me while his thumb rubs against my clit in slow, tantalising circles.

I close my eyes, losing myself in the moment as Romy’s fingers thrust deep inside me, hitting the perfect spot every time to send me closer and closer to the edge until finally, I come with an orgasm that makes me want to scream. I stuff my hand in my mouth to stifle my cries as Romy continues to touch me, wanting to make sure I enjoy every last second of what he is doing. My legs buckle under me and Romy finally pulls his hand away to catch me. I fall into his lap, both of us laughing.

“See?” I say. “You know exactly how to make me feel better.”

I kiss him, and Romy runs his hands all over my body. Despite the intensity of my orgasm, my body responds to him as if it were the first time.

He twists around, placing me on the couch. He spreads my legs wide. I lay back, feeling utterly wanton and loving it. He kneels in front of me and lowers his face between my legs. I let my legs rest over his shoulders as he licks me.

If I wasn’t wet before, I am absolutely dripping now as he tortures me with his tongue. I am still sensitive from coming, too sensitive to have another orgasm like this, but that’s what makes it such an exquisite pleasure. Romy keeps me on the edge, teasing my swollen clit with gentle loving, leaving me breathless.

At last, I can’t take it anymore. I unlock my legs from around his neck and push him away.

He looks up at me quizzically as I gesture to him to take my place, incapable of speech just yet.

It’s my turn to get on my knees, and I took him in my mouth. He groans as I put my hands underneath his buttocks, encouraging him to thrust into my mouth as my head bobs up and down, loving the way he fills me so completely.

“You better stop or I’m going to come,” Romy warns, pulling away from me.

I nod, needing him inside me before we are both spent.

He helps me to my feet, taking me in his arms for a tender embrace. We stand there, simply enjoying being together for a while. This feels good. It feels right. Romy holds a piece of my heart in his hands, and I don’t think I’ll ever get it back.

“Do you want me to take you from behind?” Romy murmurs in my ear and I can feel my pussy clenching at the thought.

I bite my lip, nodding. Romy takes my hand and leads me over to the end of the couch, leaning me over the arm so I am supported with my butt in the air. He enters me cleanly with one deep thrust. I am so wet he easily slips into me. We fit together as if we were made for each other. He pounds into me faster and harder, making me moan. We are both panting as he reaches beneath me, stroking my clit while he maintains his momentum.

I don’t think I will be able to come again tonight. I’m wrong. I feel myself building towards another orgasm, even more overwhelming than the first. Romy moves his hand to grip my hips as his movements become more frantic.

I come before him, but he quickly follows, collapsing on top of me as he finally finds his release.

We stay where we are for a moment, his weight on top of me a comfort.

There’s a knock at the door.

“Romy?”

“Shit! It’s the nurse!” hisses Romy, pulling out of me. “Quick-–hide in the bathroom.”

Trying to stifle our giggles, we hurry around, scooping discarded clothes off the floor before I run into the bathroom and Romy pulls on a robe. I listen at the door as he lets the nurse in.

“Are you okay?” I hear her say. “You look a little flushed.”

“Err… yeah,” Romy replies. “I was asleep, and I fell out of bed when I heard you knock.”

“Oh dear. You haven’t hurt yourself, have you?”

Careful not to make any noise, I get dressed as the nurse guides Romy back to bed to check him over. When she is satisfied, she leaves him, promising to be back in another few hours.

“That was close,” I say when Romy opens the bathroom door. “Do you think she suspected?”

“Possibly.” Romy shrugs. “But staff here know to be discrete. As long as my health doesn’t suffer it’s not a problem if I have a girl visiting me for a little TLC.”

“I think we both had some TLC,” I say. “I know I certainly needed that.”

“Good. I’m glad I was able to help you feel better.” He smiles sadly. “I meant it, you know. I fully intend to find a way to save you from your father and your husband. I don’t know what I’m going to do, but I’ll figure something out. One way or another, I’m going to set you free because I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I admit, knowing this is the first time I’ve really said it to him. His eyes widen before he kisses me and we both know whatever happens, we are going to fight for each other.

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