Page 14 of Tinsel and Teasing

In moments, her fingers are pulling my hair. Mangoes don’t give you that kind of feedback.

“Knox,” she cries out as her release coats my face, drenching my beard. That’s fifty-fifty with mangoes, they make a damn big mess, but they don’t say my name.

Vague recollections of other things I want to do with her float through my mind, but this is a good start. I ease off, not wanting to make it too intense for her. I’ve read that can be a problem. She needs time to come down.

It’s the same for a guy. I need a minute after the intensity my own hand offers. I can’t begin to imagine what it will be like with Princess making me come.

I sit back on my heels. One of my hands holds her waist because I want to hold her forever. The other hand is on the front of her thigh, my thumb stroking over her sex. The light passes cause her to shudder, and I stare at the beautiful vision of her face, her eyes closed, her jaw slack, and her pink beaded nipples.

I lift a hand and massage her breast, rolling the hard peak between my fingers. “I want to do a lot more of that for you, Princess.”

“I don’t think I would stop you.” Her eyes flutter open and a weak smile curls her lips. “We better finish up here so Clyde doesn’t have to wait.”

Damn it, I was all for her saying we needed to hurry with the games and hurry with Luke, but it’s my turn, and I want it to last an eternity.

“I still get to make love to you.”

Refusing to let me drag it out, she says, “Didn’t you mention that you wanted me riding you? Shall we head to the bedroom?”

She pushes off the counter, but I grab her hand, and in one motion shift into a chair and pull her onto my lap. Her legs reflexively straddle mine. My shaft presses up against her curls and belly.

“Right here will be fine.”

“Okay. I’m ready.” The checklist tone of her comment tears at my heart.

I pull her in for a kiss, holding her body tight against mine, and those beaded nipples rake over my chest. Her breasts flatten against me over and over again with our heavy breaths until she leans back and drags her fingers through my facial hair.

“Sorry, I made a mess of your beard.”

“Nothing to be sorry about, Princess. I’ll be enjoying your scent for a long time.”

“Or at least until you shower.” She says it playfully, but if never showering again means I keep wearing her scent, I don’t need showers. I laugh on the inside at how unpopular that decision would be.

In a heartbeat, the mind-blowing sensation of her pussy lips parting around my tip gives warning that nothing could prepare me for this. No matter how many times I’ve fantasized about her, envisioned how our first time would go, or dreamed that I could muster the willpower to make this last, I rush my hand to her clit. I’m going to need her to come fast so that I don’t beat her to it, after razzing Luke.

Thankfully, she’s ready to go, her moans reaching a fever pitch after only a few passes of my finger. Luckily, I just educated myself on exactly how she likes it. When she gets to the point that I think she’s about to lose complete control, I thrust inside of her.

“Let that pretty pussy come on me, Princess.”

Motion from beside us cuts into my tunnel vision. Clyde is stroking his cock, frantically grabbing a napkin from the counter, and blowing his load into it. Princess doesn’t see because her eyes are closed.

What the hell is he doing? Not my problem, except that watching his muscles flex as he comes pushes me to the brink.

I’m about to unload inside of Princess when her walls spasm. My orgasm explodes. I fill her with my seed until our bodies are sweaty and spent against each other. Her weight drapes over me, and I wrap my arms around her, ready to fight anybody who tells me I have to let her go.

I don’t know how much time passes, but Clyde is decent enough not to say anything immediately. Reality has started to return when he speaks, “Do we need to set a timer?”

She laughs, and the pulse of her body against mine warms my heart. I love her little smile. I love how comfortable she is, how confident she is that she wants this, and I don’t have to wonder what she’s thinking.

Or do I? She’s set on sex, more so than conversation and connection. I can deal with that for our first time, but I fully intend to learn everything about her.

“I tell you what, Princess. I’ll let you go whenever you’re ready. But I’m by no means done with you.”

Ten

Clyde

IsadorapushesoffKnox’schest, and I toss the napkin aside and take her hand to steady her as she stands.

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