“So demanding,” he teased. “You sound like a princess already.” He got to his feet and quickly removed his pants, leaving him in tight briefs that hugged his erection. Olivia watched intently as he removed those, too.
She reached for his hand and pulled him back down to the blanket, him on his back, as she kissed his neck down to his hip and lower still. She’d never admit it out loud, but she had never touched a cock before. Ever. She’d seen one, but not like this. Olivia’s hands moved down his thighs and back up, and she trailed her fingers up his length. He cursed and closed his eyes. She took that as a good sign and closed both hands tightly around him.
It was warmer than she expected, and she smiled at the feeling. Her hands worked up and down as her clit throbbed between her legs. The need to have him rose up like a sea monster from the waves, and she leaned over, barely letting her lips kiss the tip.
“If you keep doing that too long, we’re not going to get to the main course,” he muttered on a harsh intake of air.
Olivia grinned. Seeing him go off would be fun, but he was right and she wanted him inside her. Needed to know what it was like. She crawled up his body and straddled him. She wasn’t sure how easily it would go, but Quincy took her hips and lifted his own. He pressed against her dripping folds, and she whimpered with need, a sound she thought she would never make. She lowered herself as he lifted again, and he started to fill her, expanding her further than before. They moved slowly, giving her time to adjust to his size, and Olivia’s eyes suddenly widened.
Quincy froze. “Are you alright?”
She sucked in a breath, let it out, and lowered herself all the way down. Quincy groaned as she cried out at the sensation of being completely and utterly filled by him. “Bit of pain, but it’s gone. Wow,” she whispered and stared down at him.
The same need she’d felt all night was reflected back at her in his eyes. Together, they moved, finding a rhythm as she rolled her hips and he thrust up inside her. Her hand moved to his abs, her nails scratching his skin as, once again, everything built to a tidal wave crescendo inside of her. Quincy’s hand moved from her hip, and his thumb massaged her clit. She gasped, and when her eyes found his again, it was over. He sat up and moved faster within her, driving home. His hot seed spilled inside her, and she cried out, tossing her head back as her body shook and trembled in his arms. He groaned her name in her ear, holding her tightly to his bare chest until they gave in and fell to the blanket in a heap.
Olivia stared up at the cliff face above them, illuminated by moonlight as the waves continued their never-ceasing concert. She smiled. This was what she’d been waiting for all those years. The perfect moment with the perfect man. Quincy. She saw it in his eyes in that last moment, the same intense emotion rattling around her mind. There was a connection between them, a link that had been forged the moment she set foot on the isle.
Yet it was going to be impossible to hold onto it. He would be her stepbrother. Olivia frowned. What the hell had she just done?
Chapter 10
It had been a challenge to get back to the palace drunk on their love making because they stopped every few steps to kiss again, but they finally reached the corridors. Olivia carried her sopping wet dress over her arm and wore his tux shirt to cover most of her. If they were found like this, there’d be a hell of a lot of explaining to do.
“Someone’s going to see us,” she whispered. “Where are we going?”
“Back staircase up to our wing of the palace,” he whispered back. “Shit, someone’s coming!” He glanced at Olivia, grabbed her dress, and threw it back into the corridor of the secret passage. He pulled the arm of the statue and it closed. He told her to turn around, flip her hair over her face, and stand behind him a bit. “Oh and giggle like you’re drunk, but don’t lift your face.”
She rolled her eyes at him but did as he instructed just as two maids came around the corner. They were laughing about something, but when they heard Olivia’s high pitched giggle, they stopped.
“Oh, Prince Quincy,” one said, and they both immediately curtsied. “Our apologies, we did not know you were down here.”
“It’s alright,” he said and waved away her words. “I… uh, was entertaining a guest.” The maids frowned but only nodded their heads. “I’d appreciate if you didn’t tell my father about this.”
They hurried past and promised they would not speak a word of it. The maids barely even looked at Olivia, but he heard them whispering as soon as they were far enough away. When they disappeared, Quincy sagged with relief and he took Olivia’s hand.