Page 101 of Princess of Pride
Rising to his feet, he removes the underwear from his teeth. “Good girl.” He puts the silk fabric to his nose with a deep breath and briefly closes his eyes. “Very good girl. Now touch yourself while I undress.”
He peels off his jacket.
I don’t move.
“Emery,” he chastises playfully. “Do as I say. Touch yourself.”
“Where?” Can I with him watching?
“You’re nipples. Pinch them like I do.” He unbuttons his shirt, while I lightly do as he ordered. “Harder.”
I follow his command. My nipples are incredibly sensitive from his feasting. Soon, I’m rolling my hips from the pleasure coursing through me.
“Now spread your legs and touch your wet pussy like a good girl.”
With his orders, praises, and the desire they elicit combined with the pleasure I’m giving myself, I’m lost in an erotic fairy tale. I move my hand to my sex and rub the outside.
“You’re clit, princess. Rub your clit.”
I keep my eyes closed, afraid if I open them, I’ll see myself and grow shy. Doing as he said, I rub my clit with my finger and jolt at a particular pleasurable spot.
“That’s it,” Lachlan says. “Now put your feet on the bed and finger yourself.”
I obey, baring my sex to him, and tentatively slip in a finger.It goes in easily with how wet I am. It also feels incredible. I’ve never done this, only outside play the one time, but with Lachlan watching, encouraging me, it’s so much better.
He runs his warm hands up my calves, startling me for a second. “Add another finger.”
I do, gyrating and losing myself more.
“Say my name.” His hands caress over my knees and up my thighs.
“Lachlan,” I breathe.
“Do you want my tongue inside you,mo bhana-phrionnsa?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to make you come?”
“Yes.” God, yes.
He takes my hands from between my legs and sucks the moisture off my fingers. I open my eyes then. His aqua irises are nearly swallowed by his pupils. He looks hungry, no, ravenous. Slowly, as if to drag out the moment, he moves my legs over his shoulders and holds my gaze as he licks me from bottom to top.
Breath rushes from my lungs. He does it again and sucks on my clit until I buck from pleasure overload. His tongue delves in and out of me and then his fingers pound into me at a bruising rhythm that I love.
My head thrashes, and I grow lightheaded from lack of oxygen. “Lachlan?” I call out to catch my breath. “Lachlan, I… I…” I don’t get to finish the sentence because I come hard, my body seizing from the intense orgasm.
“Don’t you dare pass out on me.” Lachlan’s voice is faint.
By some miracle, I come down from the high without losing consciousness. He pushes my limp body up the bed and spreads my legs, all while my eyes remain closed.
“Look at me, Emery,” he purrs.
I force my eyelids open to a completely naked Lachlan.
He sits on his heels and lifts my pelvis onto his spreadthighs with my legs on either side of his hips. “Watch me. Watch us.”
He fists his cock and rubs the tip at the opening of my slit, sometimes getting my clit. It has me growing aroused again—that and the sight of his cock in his hand and at my entrance.
