Page 30 of The Kingdom's Crown

"I can't help being impatient," she whispered.

I bit gently on her shoulder, looking down as the dress gaped, revealing the shadow of her breasts. "If I was going to rush, I would've fucked you up against a wall ages ago."

Bryony giggled. "Please tell me that isn't entirely off the table."

"No, we can do it on a table too," I said, grinning as she laughed.

"My laces are undone, Cress," she murmured.

They were. I tugged one shoulder down, a breast appearing from the loose collar, ready and waiting for my touch. Bryony arched between the grip on her hair and my hand on her breast, rising up to her toes. A long moan echoed up to the ceiling, and I moved my hand to the other breast, pinching the peaked nipple before tugging down the dress.

Bryony's hands pulled free of her sleeves, and she pushed the skirt down over her hips before I could stop her. I enjoyed one brief view of her in the mirror, small pert breasts and full hips, my large hand resting over her belly, and then Bryony was pulling free. Her hands pressed into the bed, knees climbing up and parting, ass lifted in invitation. My mouth went dry at the sight of her, the lips of her sex glossy with arousal, ass trembling slightly, clenching as if she was just waiting for the first thrust. I wanted to laugh, and I wanted to cover her back with my stomach and slam myself inside her and fuck her until she was sweaty and shaking and flat on the bed.

"Cress," she urged, back curving low in an arch to expose herself further.

I pressed my hand over her sex, stroking my fingers through her wetness, pressing the tip of one inside of her a little just to feel the way she tried to suck me in further. Bryony trembled and held her breath, watching me in the mirror. My cock was hard, brushing against the inside of her thigh as I pressed closer, running my other hand up and down her spine.

"No," I said, and then I kissed the center of her back.

Bryony's groan was strangled behind clenched teeth, but she just remained still, breathing unevenly as I kissed her shoulder blades, her ass, the nape of her neck. Up and down, back and forth, tasting every inch of her but the ones she and I were most interested in.

"Please, please," she began to chant.

I framed her clit with two fingers, stroking steadily, pinching her nipples with my other hand and tugging them one at a time, back and forth, as I kissed the backs of her trembling thighs.

"I can't—please, Cress."

Her hands were fisting on the mattress, threatening to tear the velvet, and there was a weak crying note in her voice, growing steadily higher. I pulled my hand away from her sex, and she sobbed as I tipped her over onto her back.

I took her ankles in both hands, spreading her legs as wide as I could, her knees bent. Her center was red and weeping, breasts tipped with darkened nipples begging to be kissed. She looked near to tears, cheeks flushed and lips swollen from my kisses and her own biting.

Bryony shook her head as I knelt between her thighs, and I knew it wasn't a refusal but only an objection to more teasing. She could take it, I was sure. There was more of her to taste, and I wanted every lick of her before either of us were satisfied. I sucked kisses on her stomach, holding her legs in place even as she tried to weakly tug away. I mouthed along her ribs up to her breasts, jumping away and grinning at her frustrated cry as I licked the inside of her elbows briefly.

"Oh fuck, yes!" she shouted as I jumped back to her breast, sucking one sharp peak into my mouth, laving it with my tongue.

The bed was shaking beneath us, Bryony rocking up into the air. She was too close and I couldn't blame her. I was iron hard, my cock weeping and pleading with me as fervently as she was to just bury myself inside of her. I made a private promise to never deny us as long as this again and then moved to her other breast.

"I'll never forgive you for this," Bryony moaned.

"Yes, you will," I mumbled into her skin. She laughed a little, an anxious broken sound, and then whimpered as I pulled away.

"Please, Cress, just let me—"

Her voice stuttered as I released her ankles, cupping her ass with my hands and lifting her to my mouth. Her heels pressed into my back, and I wiggled one finger inside of her so I could know the moment she fell apart.

It only took one lick, right up her center and around her clit, and she was clamping down. She screamed behind pressed lips, head tossing, and I looked up long enough to watch her stomach shake in the mirror, her thighs trying to shut around my face, hold me to her. I lapped up her arousal, an earthy and vivid flavor on my tongue, and pumped my finger through the aftershocks.

"Forgive me yet?" I asked, taking one of her thighs down from my shoulder, leaving her stretched for me.

Bryony shivered, chest heaving as she caught her breath, eyes blinking slowly up at me. She smiled and stretched on the bed and then shook her head.

"Not quite."

I laughed and looked down. Her pussy was red, still wet, and gaping a little, waiting. I rose up my knees, lining myself up at her entrance, and then found her gaze again, watching her eyes grow wide, ignoring the urge to close my own as her cunt sucked me in inch by inch. She was as scorching as her magic, tight and grasping, silky wet and fluttering anew at my intrusion.

Her other leg shifted down, and I caught it in my arm as I leaned down, watching her moan at the stretch and pressure, my growl escaping as I sank in deeper.

"How about now?"

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