Page 44 of Royal Player
“Okay,” I say softly. “I trust you, Oscar.”
He cups my jaw, turning me toward him, and kisses me. “Thank you. That’s a gift for me.”
I smile. “Oh. I was wanting to give you something.”
His thumb grazes my lower lip before he turns me back to relax in his arms. And I do. His warm hand delves between my legs, his fingers tracing slow teasing circles. My breath stutters out. It’s completely different to have another person touching me. I don’t know what he’s going to do, can’t anticipate it. I close my eyes, letting the pleasure wash over me, melting against him.
“Yes, beautiful,” he whispers.
A smile tugs at my lips at his praise. I’ve heard so little praise in my life. I want to please him, and he wants to please me. Perfection. I float in a haze of pleasure, surrounded by his warmth and sexy scent. The slide from slow pleasure to hard intensity is so gradual I hardly notice it until I’m suddenly near the heart-pounding edge of release, my hips arching up.
He pulls back, teasing again in soft strokes and slow circles, driving me out of my mind.
My fingers grip the sheet.
“Surrender,” he commands, lifting my hands from the sheet. “Otherwise we start all over.”
Oh my God. The man is evil. I’m so close.
He nips the side of my neck, and I gasp. His hands roam all over my body, everywhere but where I need him most. I grab his hand, wanting to shove it back where it belongs, but then I realize that’s not a surrender. Instead I kiss his palm and relax against him.
“Beautiful,” he croons in my ear, his fingers delving between my legs.
I moan softly as he drives me hard to the edge and then draws back. I lift my hips again and again, seeking more, desperate for the release that’s just out of reach. He clamps my hips in place with his free hand, his fingers stroking me firmly. I tremble, my breath coming in harsh pants, everything in me coiling tight. He plays with me, drawing it out, making me tremble and gasp and moan. And then my vision dims, the world narrowing down to his touch consuming me in fiery pleasure. I whimper incoherently. His deep voice speaks my native language, telling me to surrender. The climax slams into me, an explosion of pleasure that rocks me, the scream ripped from my throat.
He gentles his touch, murmuring, “Very good.”
I’m euphoric. That was a fantastic orgasm, much better than by myself, and I want more.
I turn and kiss him. “Thank you. That was on par with my own efforts.”
“On par?” he echoes incredulously. “You screamed.”
I force a straight face. “I’ve had years of practice.”
His eyes narrow, and my pulse leaps. I lick my lips, unsure how to ask him to go down on me; then I just go for it. “It wasn’t quitemagic, though. Alice says—ah!”
He lifted me and pressed me flat on my back on the mattress in one quick move. He’s kneeling between my legs, his gaze on my sex as he spreads my legs. My breath catches.
“On par,” he mutters before lowering his head and giving me one long lick.
“Oh!” That was much more intense than I anticipated.
And then he pulls my legs over his shoulders, spreading me wider, and dives in with his hungry mouth. My entire body arches off the bed. His hand clamps on my hip, holding me in place, and the intensity hits a whole new level. I’m caught in it, his mouth devouring me. And then his fingers get in on the action, tracing me, stroking, circling my opening. Oh God. Too much. I tangle my fingers in his hair, take one look at him between my legs, and my entire body jerks and then shudders as my release hits hard. Pleasure radiates up my body and down my legs. A full body wave of pleasure like I’ve never felt in my life.
I fling my arms to my sides, closing my eyes. “Oscar, oh my God.”
“Again,” he orders.
My eyes fly open, and I meet his devilishly gleaming eyes. “Are you kidding me?”
“I have to show you how much better it is with me than solo.”
“It totally is! I was teasing—”
“I’m not.”
He resumes his sensual torture, treating me gently with soft kisses and teasing licks. I surrender to the pleasure, floating again in a sensual haze. Time ceases to exist. There’s nothing but heat, pleasure, and the occasional jolt as he becomes more aggressive and then soothes me again. He owns my body, playing it expertly, and I love it.
