Royally Claimed - By Marie Donovan Page 0,28
He brushed each nipple until they stood up in tight peaks, then rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers.
She arched into his touch, desperately wanting him to ease the throbbing between her thighs.
But he was determined to take his sweet time, and nuzzled her hair aside to nibble her neck.
“Frank,” she moaned, wrapping her arms around him.
“Mmm.” He nipped at her earlobe. “Don’t you like this, my darling Julia?”
She shivered at both his exquisite torture and his endearment. “Love it.”
He tongued the hollow behind her ear. “Then let’s keep going.” He pinched her nipple, and she was powerless to resist.
“Keep going.”
He sat back against the couch and moved her rubbery legs so she straddled his muscular thigh. She settled onto him and gasped at the pressure against her clit. Without meaning to, she began grinding on him as he played with her breasts.
“Oh, yes, that’s it,” he crooned. “Poor Julia, you’ve missed my touch, haven’t you?”
She nodded.
“My hands, my cock, my mouth?” He leaned forward and imprisoned a nipple deep in his mouth and she screamed in pleasure. He was hot and wet as he sucked on her, stroking her with his tongue and even biting her gently.
She tried to undo her pants but he easily caught her hands and held them behind her back. “Not yet. I want to make you come like this.”
“But Frank,” she whimpered. “Don’t you want to come inside me?” It was a rhetorical question since his sweatpants were about to pull apart at the seams.
He gave a strained laugh. “When I push inside you, I want you so hot, so ready that you’ll come as fast as I will. Now lean forward so I can suck on your juicy tits.”
Her clit quivered at his sexy words. Even as a younger man, he’d enjoyed talking dirty to her and telling her in explicit detail what he was going to do to her and what she could do to him. It had always turned her on and tonight was no exception.
She surrendered and pressed her body into his. He immediately mouthed her other breast, but forgot something. “Frank?”
“Mmm.” The suction was exquisite, hard enough to drive her crazy but not painful.
“Ah…my arms are still behind my back.”
He let go. “Am I hurting you?”
“No, but…”
“You don’t like the lack of control.” He was too perceptive for his own good.
She shook her head.
“But, Julia, if I let go, you might start playing with your breasts, running your hands down to your wet little pussy to ease its ache,” he explained matter-of-factly. “You are my guest on my island and I plan to do everything for you tonight. All night long.”
“You brute,” she said weakly, little shudders of desire rising from listening to him.
“I am. And we are alone in the middle of a storm where nothing but the wind will hear your screams of pleasure.”
Hypnotized, she leaned forward, offering herself to him. He easily encircled her wrists with one hand and cupped the other breast. “Such soft skin,” he murmured. “Like silk. Like cream.” He leaned forward and blew on her, raising goosebumps as he cooled her overheated flesh. She groaned.
“Don’t you like this, darling?”
“Too much.”
“It’s never too much. It has never been enough, has it?”
Julia shook her head. Somehow, he still knew what she wanted, even when she didn’t realize it herself.
He kissed along her collarbone. “I think you like your arms pinned behind your back. I think you like your breasts pushed out for me to touch.” His strong fingers stroked and teased her skin, circling around but not touching the peaks. “For me to kiss.” He bent his black head and kissed each nipple delicately. “For me to make love.” He rolled a tip between his fingers.
She couldn’t help herself and started riding his thigh again. “That’s it, Julia.” He pinched her a bit harder. “Use me for your pleasure. You’ve needed this for a long time.” He sucked her other nipple and then blew on it. “Needed me for a long time.”
She ground her hips hard into him, stunned at herself. Topless, riding his thigh with several layers of clothing with her hands trapped. Offering herself up to him totally.
It was his voice. His dark, sherry-accented voice luring her into his sensual intoxication. She was drunk with lust—no other explanation.
“Ride me, Julia. I can feel your hot, wet center burning me.” He sucked on her nipples after that, biting, teasing her until she bucked on him, her head tossed back.
Dizziness spiraled around her, twisting