His Princess - Stacy Gail Page 0,30
seductive black. “Just in case you didn’t know,” she said, a bit breathless as she stepped out of her shoes, “when women wear a matching lingerie set like I am now, it wasn’t the man’s idea to have sex.”
“Holy hell.” He sounded gratifyingly winded as he took a moment to simply drink her in. “No wonder you're not shy about showing off your body, my lady. There's never been anyone more perfect than you.”
“Except maybe you.” With her heart thudding and the wanton need rising inside her, she closed the distance between them and ran her hands down from his chest to the waistline of his pants. “Even half-naked, you're beautiful to my eyes.”
His smile was a masterpiece of smug masculinity. “Baby, you ain't seen nothing yet.”
A shivery thrill shot through her. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. Because between you and me, I think you'll find I've got reason to be proud of my body, too.” He took a moment to reach into his back pocket for his wallet, fished out a condom packet, and handed it to her. “Hold onto that for me.”
She glanced down at it as he undid his belt. “Large to extra-large? Really?”
“You tell me.” Without fanfare, he undid the front of his pants and pushed them down along with his boxer-briefs, revealing the muscular columns of his long legs and the thrust of his blood-darkened, fully erect penis.
“My goodness,” she whispered, barely aware she even spoke. She was too busy eyeing that thick staff and trying not to moan as her intimate folds throbbed with a rush of white-hot lust. “I really did get the wrong size.”
“No worries.” Taking the packet from her, he tore it open, took the condom out and rolled it in place. Then he reached around her to unhook her bra like he’d been perfecting that move since he was in short pants. “You're not the only one who brought an entire box of condoms, so we’re good.”
“Yay.” The bra fell to the floor, and she reveled in his hungry gaze devouring her nakedness. “I love a man who thinks ahead.”
“What I'm thinking,” he rumbled as his breathing roughened, “is that I should stop thinking, and get the hell inside you.”
She wanted to tell him that sounded good to her, but at that moment he hauled her in for another kiss. His roving hands cradled her naked breasts, lifting their soft weight and caressing her nipples until they were hard, aching peaks. When the sweet lassitude of pleasure liquified her bones, she melted into him, thrilling at the sensation of flesh against flesh. His cock was hot and granite-hard, spawning an excitement so intense she couldn't hold back a moan. Wetness surged between her legs, her intimate folds achy with a desire that this man spawned in her just by breathing.
“This has to go.” His fingers slid under the waistband of her thong. “Strip it off for me, my lady.”
“You want me to strip?” With a playful smile, she stepped back a pace and turned, running her hands over her booty cheeks while smiling at him over her shoulder. “Besides streaking, that's another thing I've always wanted to try—stripping.”
“You can strip all you like in front of me, lady, but that's as far as that particular desire is ever going to go.” His smile was the hottest thing she had ever seen, and she loved how he couldn’t seem to get enough of the sight of her. “Let's see it, baby. Put on a show for me.”
“It’s a shame I didn’t think of doing this from the very beginning.” She slipped her thumbs under the thong’s thin waistband and took her time toying with it. “I mean, I would have more stuff to take off if I had. Maybe I should put my dress back on and start all over again?”
“Don't you fucking dare,” came the immediate reply. “Off. Now.”
“If you insist.” Delighted with the impatience crackling through his tone, she turned back to face him and pulled the tiny black material down the flare of her hips with agonizing slowness. “Here… it… goes.”
She got the thong down to about midthigh before gravity took over, and she let them drop to her ankles. Then she looked up at him, standing there in all her glory. “Ta-da.”
“Fuck, yeah, ta-da.” Imperiously he held out a hand. “Come here.”
With a hint of sheepishness, she glanced down at the thong around her ankles. “Uh, I would, but I know me. After all that sexy hotness, I'd probably trip on