Page 89 of A Problem Princess

She stared at his bare chest as if attempting to imprint every detail into her mind, and he let her, remaining as still as a statue. She might want to brand on her memory every detail of him, buthewanted to remember her doing exactly that.

Then she brushed her hands over his chest, and his pulse raced beneath her fingertips. As they curled into the muscle over his heart, she said hoarsely, “The way you feel.”

Her hands slipped daringly beneath his trousers.

He sucked in a mouthful of air through clenched teeth as her hand cupped his balls. When she gently squeezed, his cock jumped. A pleased smile teased at her lips at the power she had over him, yet she had no idea exactly how much. He would give his life for her.

When she tickled her fingers down his hardening length, he closed his eyes and surrendered.

Tonight was about finding solace and saying goodbye. He would let her take the lead in whatever happened and be grateful for the precious time he was given with her. So he stood perfectly still when she unbuttoned his fall and gently freed him from his trousers, when she caressed him between both hands, and when she slowly lowered herself to her knees.

He caught his breath as she placed a soft kiss to his tip. Then she hesitated, not knowing what came next.

“Do whatever you want,” he encouraged her. “Do whatever feels good to you.”

She cast an uncertain look up at him. “Shouldn’t I be doing what feels good toyou?”

A choked laugh fell from his lips. “Trust me, darling.” He reached down to caress her cheek. “If it feels good to you, then it will absolutely feel good to me.”

With that reassurance, she lowered her head again, but this time she didn’t stop with just a chaste kiss to his tip. This time she nibbled her lips along his length, and he couldn’t hold back the shaking that gripped him or the soft whisper of her name.

She took a tentative lick over his hot skin. A flood of burning desire rushed through him, and he spasmed against her tongue.Sweet Lucifer…

In many ways, she was still innocent in all the pleasures that men and women could find in each other’s bodies, but her mouth was simply wicked when she closed her lips over him and sucked. The air left him in a rushing groan, and he had to shove his hands into her soft hair to keep himself from crumpling to the floor at her knees.

He closed his eyes and gave over to the sweet sucking of her lips that took him deep into her mouth, the teasing flicks of her tongue across his head, the soft caresses of her fingers against his balls. The most erotic, most wonderful soft sounds of her wet lips floated up to him as she took pleasure in deliciously tormenting him. When her head began to bob quickly as she pulsed his length between her lips, he dug his fingers against her scalp and fought for restraint.

Just when he thought he couldn’t bear the ministrations of her insistent mouth any longer without losing himself, she slipped him free of her lips and slowly stood. With a light push, she tumbled him down onto the bed and followed after, then daringly straddled him despite the nervousness showing on her face.

She needn’t have worried. He would let her do anything she wanted to him. Tonight, he was completely hers, in every way.

Lifting her shift out of the way, she rose up, positioned his cock like an arrow at her core, then slowly lowered herself over him. He slid smoothly into her tight warmth, and a long sigh of shivering pleasure fell from her lips at having him once again inside her. She closed her eyes, for a moment not moving, as if she wanted to brand this sensation, too, onto her memory for always.

Then she looked down at him with such affection that it ripped his breath away.

She took the hem of her shift and stripped it up her body, over her head, and off, leaving her completely naked.

His eyes drank in the sight of her as she perched over him, and he could barely believe she was real. Her dark hair tumbling down across her bare breasts and back, her skin golden in the candlelight, the soft warmth of her body enveloping his—

Dear God, she was glorious. And when she began to move…heaven.

Placing her hands flat on his chest, she rocked over him in small, tentative jerks of her hips against his. Slowly, her confidence built, and so did her momentum. The gentle rocking soon transformed into galloping thrusts as she raced to claim her pleasure.

Caught up in the need Clayton could feel building inside her, she leaned forward and curled her fingertips into his muscles as she bore down on him. Her legs squeezed against his sides, and he could feel the tension tightening inside her, every tiny muscle clenching hard around him.

“Don’t stop,” he encouraged and slid his hand down between them to where their two bodies met. He rubbed at the sensitive little nub buried in her folds.

A throaty moan tore from her as she rocked herself against his fingers. His knuckles pressed hard against her with every forward thrust of her hips—

She bit her lip to keep from crying out as her body spasmed with release. She arched her spine, threw back her head, and welcomed the sweet rush of joy that shuddered through her and into him.

Fighting back his own release, he rose up from the mattress, encircled her in his arms, and rolled her onto her back. He yanked himself from her warmth and squeezed his throbbing cock between their two bodies. His arms tightened around her as he thrust his hips against hers, rubbing himself against her lower belly.

With a fierce jerk, he spilled himself against her. The happiness that consumed him was overwhelming. And absolutely perfect.

He held her beneath him, tightly wrapped in his arms. He did nothing more than absorb the wonderful closeness of her and the unfathomable combination of sweetness and unrestrained passion she’d shared with him.

Thiswas the moment he wanted to remember whenever he thought of her in the years to come. This was the moment he would imprint on his mind—the moment she changed him forever.