Page 121 of Vengeful Princess

My dick throbbed uncomfortably against the stiff denim of my jeans, but I was much too focused on Thea to do anything about it.

Small steps.

“You can do more, Milo,” Thea whispered in a low voice. She kicked the covers down, even though it was cool in her room. The tiny shorts she wore rode low on her hips, taunting me, but my attention remained fixed on her breasts.

Her nipples had stiffened in the cool air. My mouth watered as I imagined tasting them. Would she like that?

I leaned closer, alert for any signs of discomfort. It was hard to read people, but I’d spent a lot of time watching Thea, and I’d grown more familiar with her tells.

When she felt uncomfortable, she tensed up and chewed her lip. She wasn’t doing either of those things now. Instead, her lips were parted and her breathing fast and shallow.

She wanted this.

Wanted me.

“Can I suck your nipples?” Consent was important. Landon had told me that ages ago. Not long after the Haley incident.

“Yes.” From the eager way the words fell from her lips, she wanted this as much as I did, which gave me confidence.

I bent down and licked one hard nipple. Thea moaned softly as my tongue swirled around it, enjoying the taste of her skin.

Coconut and vanilla. Emboldened by her reaction, I sucked her nipple between my lips, and she moaned louder.

“God, yes, like that!” This was amazing. So much better than I imagined. Touching her felt right, even if my cock ached like it was about to explode in my jeans.

Thea’s nipple popped out from between my lips as I reached down to adjust myself. Wearing jeans had been a mistake. There wasn’t enough give in the heavy fabric. And the zipper grating against my shaft was positively painful.

“Are you OK?” Thea looked down and frowned. “That must be… uncomfortable.”

“It is,” I admitted.

“You can unzip your jeans if it helps,” she suggested. “Don’t worry, I won’t touch you if you don’t want me to.”

I let her words sink in. Would it be so awful if she touched me, too? I’d lain close to her while she slept often enough, our bodies touching sometimes. Not once had I panicked or suffered any adverse reaction.

Maybe it would feel good if she touched me? Perhaps it would be better than when I touched myself?

“I might like it if you touched me,” I said, feeling the truth in my statement.

“We can experiment with what feels good,” Thea replied. Phrasing it as an experiment settled me. My brain liked experiments.Every action has an equal and opposite reaction.

She watched as I unzipped my jeans and tugged them down my hips, sighing with relief as the pressure on my dick eased. I still wore boxers, but they weren’t as tight.

Her fingers danced closer, and I tensed, waiting for the familiar itchy sensation to crawl across my skin, but I felt nothing but excitement at the thought of Thea’s hands on me.

She brushed over my straining shaft. My body jolted. Even with a layer of cotton between us, it felt amazing.

“That feels… good,” I admitted.

“Do you want more?” The breathy way she asked told me she wanted this as much as I did.

“Yes.”

I kicked off my jeans and then held my breath as she pulled my boxers down. The only point of contact between us was her small hand on me as she stroked my hard cock. I pinned my gaze on her hand as she shifted so she leaned over me. Her breast brushed my hip as she moved, and I groaned.

Almost immediately, she froze. “Do you want me to stop?” she asked, worried, her hand locked around my shaft.

“No,” I ground out.Please don’t stop. Not ever.

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