Hollywood Prince (Hollywood Royalty #3) - Natasha Madison Page 0,68

start to put the condom on me, but she sits up, moving the condom, and licks the precum off my cock. She moves her mouth down, and I let her do it until it’s too much. I push her back and put the condom on in record time. I grab my cock, and my eyes find hers while I rub it through her slit and position myself at her entrance. Our eyes never leave each other as I slowly fill her with my cock. Her pussy grabs me like a vise, my pounding heart almost drowning out the sound of her heavy breathing. It’s only then I realize I’m not breathing. I’m holding my breath and start breathing again when I’m completely in her. I look down to where we’re joined. Her legs come up and lock around my hips.

Her hips move up, trying to get me to move, but I can’t, not right now. I need to take a minute, just one minute to remember this. It’s better than I have words to describe. The need to go slow with her, the need to be with her is an overwhelming sensation that I’ve never felt before. My hands go to the sides of her head, and I slowly lower my chest to hers.

“Carter.” She whispers my name, my face right above hers. I slowly move my hips out and then in again. Our eyes locked, my lips almost touching her as she sticks out her tongue, and I suck it into my mouth. I move over her slowly, taking my time, our noses touching, our lips so close I can feel her soft breath over me. Our eyes never leave each other while I take her. This here with her, she has to know that it’s everything. I tell her all this with my eyes. I watch hers looking into mine, hoping she sees. Her hand goes to my face, cupping my cheek.

“Carter.” She repeats my name over and over again. I know she’s close because her pussy just got tighter—it got wetter—and her legs wrap me even closer to her.

“Carter,” she says again as our lips move against each other, but we aren’t kissing. I want to see her eyes when she comes. I want to see everything. I want to give her everything.

“I’m coming,” she says and softly closes her eyes.

“Eyes, baby,” I tell her, and she opens them. She comes with my name on her lips, and it’s the push I need to go over the edge because I follow her, not with a roar or with a grunt, but breathlessly. Her tongue slides into mine, and I move my head to the side to deepen the kiss. I slowly roll her on top of me, and the kiss doesn’t stop until I slip out of her. She lays her head on my shoulder, my arms around her waist, and no words are spoken. I don’t trust myself to say anything at this point, so I just hold her. Her heart beats on top of mine, and I kiss the top of her head. I just made love to a woman for the first time in my life. I didn’t just have sex to have sex or because I was bored. I wanted her more than I wanted my next heartbeat. I wanted her more than I wanted to breathe. I want her in ten minutes, tomorrow, the next week . . . Fuck, I can’t think of ever not wanting her.

I feel her fingers making little circles on my chest. “Are you okay?” she asks softly.

I pull back, and she looks up from my chest. “What is better than okay?” I ask her. “What is a better word than okay? Fantastic, that could be one,” I say, and she laughs and then kisses my chest. “Phenomenal is another one.”

“Okay, fine, I get it.” She laughs. “I’m going to go get cleaned up.” She sits up. I sit up with her to rid myself of the condom, and she gets off the bed and bends over to untie her shoes.

“Baby,” I say from behind her, and she looks over at me. “I want you to remember this first time because the second isn’t going to be as good—and by good, I mean gentle,” I tell her as I get off the bed and head to the bathroom. I make it out right before she unclips her second shoe. The second time I take her, it’s with