Page 66 of Whispered Surrender

My entire core clenches with desire and I grab onto the bedding with both hands, not sure how to deal with the incredible amount of pleasure.

“That’s it Princess,” Matt says, blowing on my sex again before he lowers his mouth, letting his tongue wash me from center straight up to my clit, taking it into his mouth, intermittently caressing and then sucking hard, taking his time, bringing me to the edge time and time again and then leaving me delirious with desire, trying my best not to strain against him, and panting with desire.

“I want you to be my first,” I say, kissing him with a passion that I have never felt before.

“Easy Princess,” he says, settling between my legs. His cock is hard, erect, jutting up and curving against his tight abs while he looks down at me and sticks one finger deep inside of me. “So wet and creamy and so very tight,” he says, wrapping himself before sliding a second digit in, the fullness stretching me as he scissors his fingers. He stills then, allowing me to accommodate to their width, before sliding them deeper and curling them. As soon as he does, that throbbing starts, it’s so sensitive there, right in that very spot, and as he rubs his fingers against it, the waves start building deep inside of me.

It feels so good, I’m unable to take it anymore, right on the edge of something, so incredibly delicious—nothing I’ve experienced at my own hand before has ever been like this. I moan softly, consumed by this throbbing neediness.

“You’re trembling, Princess. Ready to come for me?” Matt asks, rubbing his cock against my opening and stroking my clit with his hardness to push me over the edge. The waves of pleasure ripple through me, again and again, and with that he pushes my knees up and drives his cock right into the very depths of me, thrusting past my virginity, settling deep inside of me.

I cry out softly from the pleasure mixed with pain and he stills, kissing my lips, stroking my cheek and calming me as my body acclimates to the burn and his incredible size. “Oh my God, Matt, you’re inside of me,” I say, panting, feeling him pulse, hard and rigid within my body. The feel of him and the desire I see in his eyes cause my center to ache. He holds himself in check for me, allowing me the time to stretch and to accept him, and that only adds to my desire. My thighs clench deliciously around his waist, pulling him closer, and he allows himself to sink deeper and I gasp.

He looks down at me, those wide eyes storming with passion as he restrains himself. He nuzzles my nose and strokes my cheek, and I can feel him pulsing inside of me, stretching me, causing my center to clench around him with desire. “Ready Princess?” he asks, parting my lips with his own, capturing my tongue as he begins to move, creating a rhythm, slow at first, rocking, stretching me, and then harder, and soon I can feel him hitting the end of me, that spot that spasms and wants more when he does, and that’s the very spot he keeps hitting, over and over, rebuilding a tidal wave of desire inside of me. I hear myself moaning, calling his name, needing everything that he gives me.

He thrusts against that spot harder and faster and my ankles tighten against his waist. Current after pleasurable current as he drives us both to release, sending shock waves through our bodies, not stopping until the last of the waves have dissipated, and we are sated and spent, wrung out with the pleasure, holding each other through it until we begin to recover.

I pull his face, which is now right above mine, down for a kiss. I don’t care that his lips have just been in my most intimate area. In fact, for some reason it makes me want to kiss him even more. “That was more than I ever imagined it would be. I never knew it could be this good,” I say, licking his bottom lip and then suckling it, relishing in his moan of pleasure.

10

MATT

I wakeup and watch the beautiful princess sleeping in my arms. Her face is nuzzled against my chest and her lovely blonde hair cascades down her back and over my stomach. The fact that she has put her trust in me, giving me her virginity, is a gift that I will always treasure. I stroke her hair, pushing it back so I can see her face and watch her breathe.

It’s almost noon and I’m starving. We stayed up way too late enjoying each other some more, walked around the city, and then ended up back at her place. I’ve had an intense desire to protect Marenah from the very first moment I saw her, and now it is only getting stronger. While I could easily call down to the concierge who takes care of the penthouse guests, instead I send a message to Nate, who was out late watching us as we walked around the city.

Pick up pierogi/chocolate lattes at the bakery down the street? In an hr?

Fuck you!

Not in the stars.

Paybacks are a bitch!

I almost laugh right the fuck out loud. A ladies’ man through and through, he’s not looking to get attached to anyone long enough to stay for breakfast.

Marenah shifts, and her long legs stretch against mine, and she nuzzles in closer, and all thoughts of Nate and his problems evaporate. When her leg slides along mine and encircles it in her sleep, my dick twitches, but so does my brain.—the part of it that warns me that getting too close to someone brings heartache and a lot of pain, the kind you can’t just heal from like a broken bone or a busted rib. The kind that leaves the remnants of it seared into your being like a brand. It reminds me of Alyse, and why I stay the hell away from connections, but as I look down at my princess, I know that it may already be too late because every fiber of my being wants her curled up next to me exactly as she is, us craving each other, even in sleep, and most definitely when we are awake.

She slithers her leg along my calf and curls her toes around my foot, and something inside me just lets the feeling be. It’s caring, almost possessive in nature, and most definitely sexy as hell, and all while she’s sleeping. The fact that her body is drawn to mine in the same way that I crave hers gives me reason for pause. Things are happening fast, too fast, probably, and while my mind knows this, there’s nothing I want to do but selfishly hold her closer. I stroke her hair and caress the soft silkiness of her sleek back, rubbing before the curves dip into her ass. So sexy, and she softly moans, rubbing herself against me as I caress her.

I don’t stop, and she finally opens her eyes, and it takes a minute before she recalls where she is, what we’ve done, and who she’s with. “Matt,” she says, running her hand along my chest, coming dangerously close to my nipples, which are already painfully erect, a small tell of what she’ll find when she heads south.

“What, Princess,” I say, pushing her hair from her face so I can look at those now-wide eyes gazing at me with a swirling look of lust.

“I want you again, to feel you inside of me,” she says softly, like she’s trying to overcome her embarrassment.

In one movement I’ve flipped her, and she’s straddled on top of me, but I keep her pulled close. I stroke her lips with mine, kissing along her seam, pushing in, parting her lips with my tongue so I can explore the depths within. So fucking sweet, and my cock has already hardened painfully and is dripping with arousal for this woman. It’s pushing against her belly as we kiss, and her breathing tells me she can not only feel how hard I am, but just how badly she wants this.

She is brave, telling me that she wants me. I decide to reward her by letting her be on top and grab one of the condom packets on the nightstand, pull it open with my teeth, and hand it to her. “Roll it on, Princess,” I say, watching her eyes widen. She licks her lips, nervous, and I don’t know why the hell the fact she’s never done this before is such a turn on, but it causes my dick to harden like a stone.

The consternation of her gaze as her delicate fingers push it over the head of my cock is adorable. She bites her lip as she continues to slide it down, and my cock throbs with this level of intimacy. I’ve never let any woman shield me. I usually do that myself, and it’s certainly not ever been an intimate moment, more of a necessity. Mitigating risks and all that. I pull her to me and kiss her lips, then allow her to rise back up, watching her eyes all smoky and glazed over with heat. “Are you ready, Marenah?” I ask as she finishes wrapping me, looking pleased at her accomplishment.

She nods, and that gives me the confirmation I need before I lift her and pull her down slowly onto my cock, letting it finally reach that spot that I’ve already learned drives her crazy. She moans and tries to squirm, but I hold onto her hips, keeping her in place, exactly where I want to be, buried in her wetness and velvety folds, moving a little but never giving her what she really needs. She finally cries out with the need to move, and then I thrust hard, upward, deep inside of her as I use her hips to pull her down over my cock. Her eyes glaze over, and her mouth forms the perfect little O for me as the orgasm rips through her. I ride her through the waves, and the way her tight little pussy squeezes my dick and the way she looks on the end of it with her little tits bouncing pushes me over the edge, and with three more deep thrusts, strand after strand of my white-hot desire is released deep inside of her.

I remove the condom, tying it off and letting it drop to the floor so I can pull her into my arms, holding her close as she nuzzles into my chest. I’m going to need to head out in a few hours if I’m going to be in Italy tonight, but I don’t want to leave her, and I’m not letting her stay here by herself until I know what the hell is going on with her grandfather, why she’s so scared that he may capture her on camera with me, or why the hell she was in the bar and why she lied.

So many things running through my head, but the one that is the loudest is how I plan to leave her when the time comes, if she won’t come with me. I press my lips into her soft silky hair, and she lets out a little moan of pleasure. I grab my phone off the nightstand and look at the time and messages. Nate should be arriving in a few minutes with our rolls and coffee, and I haven’t got one word yet back from my request to find out who the fuck her grandfather is.

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