“I like it when you make this noise,” he growls, drawing me closer.
His chest presses against mine. His cock is fully hard now, throbbing against my stomach, pressed between us. My hands find more scars, on his shoulders, on his back.
“You’ve been hurt a lot,” I murmur, tracing the patterns.
I try to put together an image in my head of what the battle must have been like, reading the scars like a map. He was hit on the shoulder and it left a deep cut, and there’s a puckered, craterlike mark low and to the side on his back, like a stab wound.
Somebody stabbed him in the back, literally.
As he moves I keep the covers tucked up to my chin, suddenly losing my nerve to let him see me naked, even as I wrap my legs around him and roll my hips, grinding on him. He makes an almost pained sound.
In a quick motion he knots his fingers in my short red hair and pulls. It hurts just a little… But I like it. He pulls me down as he rises up over me, then lets go as I sink into the pillows. He lies half on top of me and yanks the covers down, and out of pure instinct I cover my breasts with my arms.
My tan only extents my arms, and it’s mostly freckles, freckles over my whole body. The rest of me is as white as a sheet, dotted with a million tiny little spots. He kisses me again, lightly on the lips, pulling back when I try to go for some tongue, smiling as if he thinks I’m unruly or something. The word patience forms silently on his lips, and he traces his fingertip back and forth over my collarbone.
I can feel myself uncoiling at his slightest touch. I grab his wrist and pull, trying to move his hand down, but he’s too strong. He goes from stroking my upper chest to my shoulder and neck, and it sends electric shivers down through my body, like my nerves are coming alive for the first time. Like waking up naked under warm sunlight.
I grin and resist him as he tugs at my wrist to expose me. The look on his face when my nipple is exposed is priceless. I feel my face turning red, a flush on my throat and chest. He cups my breast and catches my nipple between his fingers. I squeak and jerk when he gives it a little pinch, and wrap my arms around his head, pulling him down.
His mouth, hot and wet, opens over my nipple and he drags his hot, soft tongue over, tasting me, and I groan. His cock is throbbing against me, screaming to impale me in all its hugeness, and I feel tiny and vulnerable beneath him. He’s gentle and rough at the same time, his hands gripping my sides tightly, his mouth chasing my breasts as I wriggle under him, gasping and biting down hard on little moans.
I’ve never felt so scared and alive and excited at the same time. It’s now, I want it now, but I want what’s coming next even more. He licks my nipples so hard they hurt and leaves a burning trail of kisses down my stomach and along my sides, taking what feels like hours to move down and finally drag his tongue along my quivering *. I arch and moan, writhing in the bed, my face aching from twisting from a slack mask of pleasure to a silly grin and back again.
Very slowly his finger presses inside me as he runs his tongue gently over my clit, sending icy spears through the hot buzz that fills my body. His finger sinks deeper and my body clenches around it, my legs locking around his head. Soon I can’t take the rough feeling of his tongue on my clit but I like it too much to stop him, moaning and whimpering as he devours me, pulls me down through myself into him and into a pink haze, every muscle relaxing as I lie splayed on the featherbed, my heels resting on his back like I’ve mounted a stallion.
“Let me suck your cock,” I blurt out, maybe trying to stop myself from rolling over the edge yet. “Please.”
His finger draws slowly out of me and he shakes loose of my legs, climbing over me, and for a fluttering, heart-pounding moment I think he’ll ignore the appetizer and take the main course, thrust inside me and ravage me with his huge erection.
He falls back on the bed, splayed out.
His cock is so hard. It’s so heavy it lies down against his stomach as he rests on the bed in front of me. I tremble when I realize I’m kneeling naked and exposed, my thighs wet, a dark-pink flush on my skin. There is a moment of confusion as I realize I don’t really know what to do, and start to giggle.
My prince seizes my arms and pulls me on top of him, into a deep kiss. Instinct takes over and I melt on him, like honey drizzled over a hot stone. I could lie here like this for a long time, just kissing him and rising and falling with his breath.
No, his cock urges me, come here.