Page 8 of Royally Taught

ChapterFive

Anastasia

His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and I cling to him. I’m so nervous, but at the same time, I feel so comfortable. Never in a million years did I think when I showed up here today, we’d be kissing. Again.

He’s right though, he helped me a lot during our session of tutoring, and I already feel as though I’m able to grasp things better. But I know that there’s a lot more that I need to learn. My hands around his neck, and him kissing the breath from me.

“Fuck, Anastasia,” he growls as he runs his hands down my body. “I want you.”

“Ummm.” I moan against his lips as I pull away, needing to breathe. I’m so intoxicated by him that I can barely think.

He wants me, and I want him, but I’m nervous. I’m so damn nervous. I’m also scared but excited.

“Do you want this?” he questions as he pulls back to look at me, his gaze intense and focused.

Do I? Yes. I do. I nod. “Please,” I beg, my chest rising and falling rapidly with every breath I take.

He grabs my hand and leads me toward his bedroom. Am I foolish for doing this? Foolish for losing my virginity to the person who gives me my first kiss? I don’t care, the fire that I feel burning inside of me is urging me to extinguish it and that Jacob can do that.

Once we’re in his room, my nerves intensify. He stands in front of me, his fingers caressing my face. “If you want this to stop, we’ll stop. However, you want this to go, it will go.”

I smile at him, his words mean a lot. He’s letting me know that he’s not forcing me, that it’s going to go at my pace.

“I want you,” I whisper a little shakily. “I want you so much, Jacob. I’m burning.”

His eyes darken with lust, and he reaches for the hem of my dress and with ease, he pulls it over my head and strips it from my body. Soon, I stand before him with only my bra and panties on. “So fucking beautiful,” he whispers torturedly. “So beautiful. God, and you’re going to be all mine.”

The words he’s saying and the way he’s looking at me. It makes me believe that he truly does want me. I push the nervousness aside and step closer to him. “Please,” I plead once again. “I need you.”

He leads me toward the bed and gently lies me down. The fear starts to build again.

He presses a kiss on my collarbone and starts to trail them down my body. My body feels as though it’s on fire, having Jacob touch me is unlike anything else. He takes my bra off without any hesitation. Once he has it off, his lips close around my nipples. My back arches as pleasure ripples through me.

“Oh,” I hiss.

“So damn beautiful,” he growls, as he reins kisses down my stomach and toward my thighs. He looks up at me as his thumbs loop through the bands of my panties. He tears through them and rips them off my body.

He trails his finger along my folds, and I can’t hold back my moan. God, I’ve never felt pleasure like this before. I release a deep moan as he sinks a finger into my pussy.

“So good,” I whine. It feels so damn good.

He moves his finger in and out of my pussy, each thrust has me clawing at the sheets beneath me. “Jacob,” I cry.

“You’re so damn tight,” he growls. “So fucking tight.”

I grind down against his fingers, loving the pleasure that it sends through my body. This pleasure is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.

“That’s it, Princess, fuck my finger,” his voice is hoarse and deep.

He has no idea how close to the truth he is with that comment.

My fingers claw even more at the sheets. God, I feel something inside of me intensifying. “Jacob,” I breathe.

“That’s it, princess, give it to me, I want to feel you come on my fingers,” he growls, his jaw clenching as he watches himself finger fuck me.

I gasp as he adds another finger inside of me. That intense feeling I’ve got is like a pressure waiting to explode at any moment. He fucks me hard and fast, and the pressure that is coiled inside of me, unfolds, pleasure rushes over me, and I shatter. Absolutely shattering.

I cry out, calling his name as I do. My body shakes, my back bows, and I close my eyes as the pleasure washes over me.