Page 64 of The Prince and the Puck
“This isn’t… We’re not…You’re…” she was gasping these words as I devoured the skin of her throat, my hands working up and down her torso and teasing her nipples. “I can’t talk while you do that,” she finally managed, pulling away.
“Do you want to talk?” I asked this question of her lips mostly, since I couldn’t drag my eyes away—they were so lush, swollen from our kisses.
“Not right now,” she said, her words sharp as she tugged me from the door to the long low couch in the center of the room, pulling her shirt off with the other hand. I pulled my own T-shirt over my head, falling to the couch on top of her and resuming my assault on her mouth.
She tasted like mango and salt and so much like home it almost cracked my heart in two.
There were things we needed to say, things that needed to be cleared up immediately. But Lizzy had worked her hand downthe waistband of my shorts and was stroking my length with hard, firm pulls, and my mind was shorting out.
I gave up, or gave in, letting my body take over as my mind went on hiatus. Lizzy’s pants were off a moment later, and her panties followed shortly after. She’d already told me she was on the pill, and neither of us had found time for anyone else, I didn’t think. I pulled her onto my lap, my cock an eager third party jutting up between us.
The position put her breasts at eye-level, which was fucking perfect. I leaned in, taking the right nipple in my mouth, sucking hard, then releasing and moving to the other side. Lizzy responded by fisting my cock again. Relentlessly.
Then she raised herself up, positioning her entrance just at the throbbing head of my cock, and lowered herself in the most infuriatingly slow movement I’d ever been tortured with. It was awful. It was amazing. I never wanted it to end.
My hands found her hips and guided her into a rhythm as I leaned back into the cushions of the couch and watched her work above me. Her strong arms were braced on my shoulders, her head thrown back, and her breasts jutted out before her, bouncing with every thrust. I knew I’d be replaying this memory over and over in my more… private moments.
And the feeling… I was on the edge of exploding, but kept pulling myself back. I didn’t want it to end. Lizzy was too perfect and I feared maybe this was just some random act of kindness, maybe it would never happen again. Therefore, it needed to last as long as possible.
“Oh God,” Lizzy breathed over me, “Declan, I’m gonna…”
“Nope. Stop.” I lifted her off me and set her on her feet. Her knees buckled a little, but then she found her footing. And, evidently, her anger.
“What the fuck?”
“Not yet.”
“What? Declan, I was like a second away from?—”
“I know.” I stood and took her hand, pulling her to the bedroom. “I didn’t want you to go yet.”
“But… Declan,” she moaned.
“I’ll take care of you,” I assured her. “But just in case this never happens again, I want to make it last. It has to be really good.”
“It was really good,” she cried, flopping backward onto the bed, every muscle standing in beautiful relief along her toned limbs.
“It’ll be better,” I promised.
“Don’t make me kill you,” she whispered as I covered her body with mine, notching myself at her entrance again.
“I’ll just tease you the tiniest bit first,” I said, sliding in an inch or so and then halting, even though it nearly killed me to stop.
“Come on,” she groaned, trying to thrust upward.
“Patience.”
“I don’t have that,” she moaned, writhing beneath me, trying to get friction where she wanted it.
I slid in an inch farther.
“Oh god, you’re going to kill me.”
I had been thinking the exact same thing, but I didn’t accelerate my pace. Instead, I slid in inch by torturous inch, and Lizzy’s body clenched and shivered with each little bit I gave her, trying to pull me in, to get closer still.
Finally, I was fully seated, and I swear to god I thought I might actually cry, it felt so fucking good. Instead, I just let myself savor it for a long moment, holding myself still and savoring the way Lizzy’s body clutched and pulsed at my cock.
“If you don’t start moving, I swear to fucking-”
