Loving a Prince Charming - By Danielle Monsch Page 0,22

still hard to take in air; her chest still fought for oxygen, all because of the reverent, half-lidded look in his eyes.

The strip of cloth fell to the bed. He swallowed, licked his lips. With tentative movements, he cupped her breast in his palm and squeezed the malleable flesh.

His palm was rough, but the resulting friction sent shivers through her, concentrating in a strange, languid sensation between her thighs. “Oh.”

He growled in his throat at her exclamation, a sound she’d never heard before, and brought the other hand to cup her as well. He massaged both of her breasts, flicking his thumb over the nipples, and watched as they firmed into stiff little points. He bent down and drew the right one into his mouth.

The friction was nothing compared to the moist sucking he subjected her breast to, and her slight shivers gradually became arching her back and pushing herself into his mouth in order to get every inch of him she could. Seth responded in kind, pulling her in harder and even beginning to use the light graze of his teeth.

“This is good,” she said, voice breathy. “Very good.”

He released one nipple. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he said and went to the other breast to do the same.

She raked her nails down his back, gratified when he released her breast and a small hiss escaped his mouth. She pulled him back up to kiss him hard, demanding he allow her entrance. With his mouth otherwise occupied, she went to his trousers, releasing the material and pushing it down his hips.

Seth jumped from the bed, eager to help her. A quick shove, and his pants were gone, leaving behind only naked flesh and aroused male. He crawled over her, smiling down at her. “What about these?” he asked, pulling at the waistband of her own trousers. “Shouldn’t they go as well?”

“I think you’ll have to help me—” The words weren’t even finished being spoken when his eager fingers unfastened and started pulling.

The giggle burst through, and Kira wriggled her hips to help him. With a long pull, her own pants and underwear were now removed, and she was as naked as he was.

His face lost the smile he’d been wearing as he looked down at her, his eyes taking in her body in long sweeps, his tongue licking his lips while the hard length of his cock became even more prominent.

She reached out and grasped him, encircling him with her hand. He was firm and warm, the skin silky.

“Kira, it feels so good.”

She wanted him then, with no further preliminaries. Letting go of him, she leaned back and held up her arms.

With careful movements he lay on top of her. He knew just what she wanted—of course he did—and he settled between her thighs. He leaned down to kiss her again while his hand reached between their bodies and started touching her. He found a particularly nice spot, and she gasped at the surge of pleasure that rocked her.

He didn’t let go of her mouth. He kept circling his hand, taking her cries as his due as the wetness and heat increased between them. Kira nipped at his lip to get him to release her mouth. “Inside me, now.”

His blue eyes were now black, his ragged breaths matched her own, and Seth used the hand that had been bringing her such pleasure to guide himself into her.

There was no pain, only a sense of being stretched, of forming herself around him to become a perfect fit. Seth’s eyes closed and he dropped his head to her chest, and when they were fully joined he stopped.

Kira waited several moments. When he still didn’t move, she asked, “What’s wrong?”

His smile against her skin brought an answering one to her face, confusion or no. “I may have joked about premature ejaculation earlier, but trust me, no man actually wants that to happen.” She laughed, and he groaned, holding himself slightly apart from her on shaking arms. “Kiiirraa, not helping.”

She nipped his ear and wrapped her legs around his hips, bringing him down against her once again and providing very interesting friction against her body. “Move, you.”

“Fine, but if I can’t hold out, you have no one to blame but yourself.”

Her second laugh turned into a moan as he began with gentle stroke – long, firm, deep, and powerful enough to rock her.

Kira’s legs tightened on him and she kissed his jaw, his cheek, his neck. Seth was inside her, but not close