Page 65 of Prince Material
He laughed and kissed me, letting his weight settle over me until all I felt was him. “I’m going to miss you so much over Christmas break,” he said, pulling back enough to see my face,but not enough to break the pressure that was building between us.
We were both flying out in a few days, and for the first time, I was not looking forward to going home. Christmas break had always been my favorite, but now the time away from Floris doomed over me like a heavy, dark cloud.
“Really?” It came out needier than I’d meant, more than I’d meant, but this whole thing felt unreal, and I needed to hear it again.
“It will be torture.”
“Even though you’ll meet countless tall, blond, attractive Dutch guys?”
He pushed my hands above my head, pinning them to the pillow. “Maybe. But none of them will be you.” His fingers tightened, squeezing my wrists. “None of them will be this hot.”
He let go and kissed his way down my neck, across my shoulder, then worked back to my mouth. He kissed me until I forgot about being cold and the snow and Christmas break and everything else.
His hands moved lower, teasing, until I gasped against his mouth. “What do you want?”
I swallowed. “You.”
He kissed me again. “I’m gonna need you to be more specific.”
“What are my options?”
“You want a multiple-choice question?”
I snickered. “I was thinking more along the lines of a menu, but yeah. What do you recommend, chef Floris?”
He snorted. “Our special of the day is… anal play. Would you be interested?”
He hadn’t even finished before I nodded. “Yes, Chef.”
“Thank you for trusting me.”
His hand slipped past my stomach, over my hips, making me shiver in ways that had nothing to do with being cold. He reached for the lube, which made me so ridiculously happy that I wondered if he could see me smiling in the dim light. Another big step I got to take with him.
Floris took his time, slicking his fingers, rubbing them together, then sliding them down my crack until they rested lightly against my…
I took a deep, shuddering breath.
My anus. My hole. Floris was gonna put his finger inside me and play with me. And I would let him because everything we’d done so far had felt amazing, so this would, too.
“Good?” he asked, and had to blink a few times to process his question.
I couldn’t talk. I nodded again, eyes wide.
He rubbed his finger against me, against my hole, and nerve endings I’d never known I had lit up. Like falling dominos, they spread sensations through my body, wider and wider in concentric circles, as if every part was somehow connected to where he was touching me. Maybe it was. Anatomy had never been a particular interest of mine.
He pressed harder, slower, making circles. Then his finger slipped in, and I had no idea it could feel that good. It hurt a little, but inexplicably, it was the kind of hurt that made you want more.
The slick slide of his finger in and out of me was strange but good, alien but oh so welcome. He pumped his finger, working me open, and the sensation made me clench around him. His low chuckle reverberated through me. “Good?” he asked again.
This time, I got my mouth to work. “Good. Really good.”
“I love watching you. For someone who is usually so reserved, you show everything during sex.”
Wasn’t that good to know? I had learned something about myself. “Thank you, I think?”
He chuckled. “Definitely not a bad thing.”
Then he added another finger, scissoring me, and my head spun. My body felt like it was catching fire and burning to ashes every single thought, every fear, every single reason I ever had for keeping my distance from Floris.
