Page 68 of A Royal Disaster
“You’re not wearing any panties,” he ground out, lowering the zipper the rest of the way.
“It seemed pointless.” Lena gave a little shimmy and the dress dropped to the floor, leaving her naked before him.
“You are so fucking sexy.” He skimmed his hands over her shoulders and down the long line of her back before he cupped her ass, squeezing with both hands. She really did have the perfect ass.
“And you’re overdressed.” She leaned into his touch so her back was flush with his chest. Liam pressed his cock to the slit of her ass—the thin fabric of his trousers the only thing separating them—and rolled his hips as he stroked her pussy. Once. Twice. Three times.
Christ, she was wet.
He plunged a finger inside her hot, slick channel, his balls going so tight he knew the slightest touch would probably bring him to orgasm. He needed to get inside his woman right fucking now.
He withdrew his hand and spun her around, capturing her mouth with his as he went to work on his belt buckle. “I want to watch you ride my cock, love. I’ve been thinking about it all afternoon.”
Elena nodded and hurriedly began to unbutton his shirt as he dropped his pants, freeing his cock. When she finished with the last button, she pushed him back onto the couch and climbed astride, one knee straddled on either side of his hips, her perky breasts on full display.
Liam took one of the rosy buds in his mouth, sucking as she arched into his touch, a quiet whimper escaping her lips.
“That feels…que rico.”
“God, I’ve missed you,” he said, moving to the other nipple and rolling it between his teeth as he teased her with the tip of his tongue. She whimpered again, and he knew she was as desperate for him as he was for her. The pressure at the base of his spine was nearly unbearable, but he wasn’t going to rush it. There was something he needed to do first. “I’ve missed this, too,” he said, lifting her up on her knees so he could lick her soft pink folds. Elena moaned in earnest, her hips rocking forward to increase the pressure on her clit as he swirled his tongue around the little bundle of nerves. It was as close to heaven as he’d ever get, and he fully intended to enjoy the moment.
Only Elena had other ideas.
She took his cock in her hand and lowered herself onto it, seating him to the hilt in one swift motion.
“Fuuuck.”
Liam closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the couch. She felt unbelievably good, her hot tight pussy gripping him so hard he was afraid to move for fear of coming. As he counted to ten, Elena began to move. She rocked her hips slowly at first, slipping a hand behind his head and grasping him by the hair. With a gentle tug, she forced him to look up at her, and once he did, he couldn’t believe he’d closed his eyes for even a second.
Nothing could compare to the sight of Elena riding him like this, her full breasts bouncing with each roll of her hips. He watched as his cock slid into her over and over, filling her completely with each thrust.
Shit. They’d forgotten the bloody rubber. What the hell had he been thinking? He’d never forgotten before. Wearing a condom was rule number one when it came to sex. The palace didn’t look kindly on illegitimate love children or STDs.
He gripped Elena’s hips, holding her in place. “Condom.”
She froze, a look of panic on her face. “Mierda. I wasn’t thinking. I can’t believe I did that. I’m on the pill. And I’m clean. I got tested, so—”
The tightness in Liam’s chest eased. “It’s all right,” he said, stroking her back in an attempt to ease the tension. “It’s just as much my responsibility. I’ve never forgotten before,” he admitted, still unable to believe he’d fucked up so royally. “I suppose I got a little carried away.”
She chewed her bottom lip. “Should I stop?”
Liam considered. He trusted Elena, and the feeling of being inside her skin to skin was like nothing he’d ever experienced before. The truth was, he was tired of putting his duty before his own desires and just this once he wanted to come inside of her and damn all the rest. “Only if you want to.”
She nodded and lowered her mouth to his, kissing him softly. Her lips brushed over his and she began to move again, her hips rocking gently like a sailboat on open water. It was slow and sensual and even as they spiraled toward orgasm together, he could feel the shift in their relationship.
For the first time in his life, Liam wasn’t fucking. He was making love. To Elena.
And that changed everything.
Chapter Twenty-One
Lena lay wrapped in Liam’s warm embrace, not caring that at any moment Jack or Ethan could enter the suite and catch a glimpse of her bare ass. They’d probably knock first, right? Didn’t matter. Being this close to Liam, soaking up his warmth, the weight of his strong arms anchoring her body to his, was worth the risk.
It was total bliss.
She might even be willing to sacrifice the other twenty-three orgasms he owed her if it meant they could stay like this a little longer. Something had changed between them tonight, although she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Liam’s decision to proceed without a condom was, well, monumental.
It implied trust, sure, but she was certain it meant something more.
