Page 20 of Royal Pain
Chapter 7
Zan
Her body. Those full suck-worthy tits. The flawless ass. Fuck. It’s taking all my willpower to control what I really want to do. The image of me ripping off panties comes to mind. But I’ve done that before. It’s kind of been my thing. Uncontrollable. Unstoppable. Yet Belinda isn’t like any other woman. Even in my lust I sense that truth.
For the very first time, I’ve the impulse to slow it down. There’s gold here. If I’m smart I’ll mine every moment before the voice in my head inevitably tells me I’m no longer able to control myself. I reach for the silky triangle.
“You first,” she murmurs, angling her legs shut.
There’s heat in her voice, which makes my dick twitch. Fuck. That’s good, baby. Tell me what you want. I want to give you everything you want. Let me be the lover you won’t forget. The fact I’m thinking this out at all is so obviously foreign. But I just go with it.
I unhook my belt and slip it off. The pants button gets undone. She watches me. It’s so raw, and there’s longing on her face. I’m feeling her. My dick strains against the fabric as I unzip.
Reaching inside, I touch myself. Hard dick in hand. It’s the male manifesto. We’re basically animals, and I’m the biggest gorilla in the jungle. The sounds of me beating my chest play in my head. My pants and boxer briefs are pushed down in one move. Belinda’s eyes take in my nakedness and the satisfied expression she wears is all the encouragement I need. No woman ever has been disappointed. But for some reason her approval means more than any other.
Instead of words, she uses body language to talk to me. Her long legs, knees bent, slowly open. Stretching them out and wide, she comes up on her elbows. The grin inviting me in. Yes. I get on the bed, kneeling between her legs. “That beautiful pussy? Now it’s mine.”
“Oh, is that right?”
I think she teases.
I just nod confidently. A man should know his strengths. With my finger I trace a journey over the panties along her lips. Her hips raise a fraction of an inch. My dick stands ready. It’s saying ‘what the fuck, man? Get to it!’
“Hmm, yes,” she murmurs, leaning her head back.
I lower my mouth to the source of our pleasure. Her delicate lips are kissable. So fucking kissable. There’s a little wet spot on the silk.Jackpot.Oh, she’s going to be orgasmic. Now her hips are grinding slowly, deeply, and she’s biting her bottom lip.
I hook a finger in one side, right between her legs, and pull the fabric back. Holy Christ. What a beautiful pussy. My lips find their mark.
The moaning starts quietly. It’s so fucking female. I kiss and lick, staying away from the clit at first.Don’t go too fast!But she tastes so fucking good and smells so clean. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Then she does something that sets me on fire. Her hands come to her lips and she opens herself and pulls back, exposing the little hard bud to my waiting tongue.
That’s it. The panties are off. Not ripped, but I wouldn’t be shocked to find out I poked a hole or two into that flimsy material. Now we’re naked and unafraid. I’m free to worship the pussy. My hands follow the curves of her, shoulders to feet. She’s satiny to the touch, like some kind of fine velvet. I want her. I want to look at all the angles and hills.
But first she needs to come. I can do that for this angel. Show her what real pleasure feels like. I hold her legs back, and right before our lips touch, those blue eyes say I’m the one who’s about to be schooled. Exploring the folds and mysteries of her, I tease her clit. A man should know when to ease back. I bring her closer to the edge of the cliff. She’s deep inside the moment now. Moans are louder, deeper, strong.
“Zan! I’m going to…come! I’m going…”
A sound rises from deep within her, made of passion and lust. And it’s making me crazy with desire.
“I’m coming!”
Fingers thread through my hair and squeeze tight. She’s riding the wave. Lifting her hips to get every sensation, I cup her ass cheeks and help her get there. I taste the juices made from desire.That’s it baby, come!
Her entire body talks to me. Legs stiffen and muscles tense. But it’s the aftermath that speaks loudest. Her eyes lock on mine and I know she’s feeling the same way I am. We’re in the unknown, rolling in the deep. Whatever, wherever this is, it feels fucking great.
I climb up to lie face to face. Her chest rises and falls. There’s a knot of her blonde hair against the pillow. I’ve never seen such a beautiful woman.
“Did you come?” I joke.
That puts us into a fit of laughter that just seems to punctuate how unique this night is turning out to be.
“You could say that. Holy hell! Zan, you’re a master.”
I silence her with a kiss. With ten kisses. Each more meaningful than the last. Kissing Belinda is like reaching down deep in my own soul and discovering someone waiting there. Something I’ve never felt before connects. That’s the only way I know how to describe this feeling. Two pieces of a whole finding the other.
I’ve never kissed another woman like this. Never have I been kissed back like she’s doing. Her body slides atop mine and begins moving forward and back. Just a little. Slowly. Sensually. Oh, Christ. My dick is so fucking hard for her. I put my hands under her arms and follow her lead. Why would I try to resist? It feels awesome.
“Baby,” is all I can get out.
