my body as I lay splayed out on top of him. Every movement his hands make sends me into another tailspin of desire.
When his palms slide over my stomach, I lean my head into his neck and release a slow breath. The tips of his fingers tease the edges of my lips down below, moving to the inside of my thighs. He sweeps his hands up, brushing the wetness gathering between my legs.
Gently.
Softly.
Torturously.
I moan, lifting my arm to wrap it behind his head and burying my face in his neck. Luca lets out a chuckle, pulling my thighs apart with his hands. I comply, spreading myself for him.
The tips of his fingers tease my slit again, and heat roars through my stomach. I can feel the pulse thundering in my center, and I do my best to find the words I want to say.
Yes, I want you. Be my first. Make me yours.
I gulp. Is that what I want? It feels deliciously wrong to think those thoughts, and my body screams at me to speak them out loud.
I can’t. This isn’t right. I should go.
The words stick to my throat, and all I can do is melt into the Prince’s body. His hands grip my thighs, spreading me wide, and my body grinds against his.
I never thought I’d be turned on by the feeling of a man’s erection against me. I’ve felt them before, in nightclubs, when men drunkenly rubbed up against me. It’s always felt disgusting and wrong.
Not now.
Now, the feeling of the Prince’s length against me is making my head spin. There’s a deep, aching neediness inside me. An emptiness I’ve never felt before.
I dig my fingers into the nape of his neck as he moves his hands up to brush my slit.
“Your Highness…”
“Luca,” he corrects. His voice is gruff. Commanding.
“Luca,” I sigh. “I’ve never… I’m…”
The words stick in my throat. His hands are so warm, so strong. He moves his palm between my legs, rubbing the heel of his hand over my bud as his fingers slide between my legs. I gasp, trembling against him.
“You’re what?” he asks, sliding his hand back and forth. The tips of his fingers slide back toward my ass, and another shiver rocks through my body. The friction of his palm against my clit makes my head spin.
I bite my lip, wanting to scream. The Prince moves one hand up to my breast, cupping it and teasing my nipple as his other hand slides between my legs.
I’m shaking. Sparks fly in the space between my legs, and the air in the cabin is charged with so much electricity, it feels like every hair on my body is standing on end.
“I’m a virgin,” I whisper.
He stops. My cheeks burn. His hand stays still between my legs. I’m too nervous to move, even though all I want to do is grind myself against his hand.
“You’re a virgin?” Luca asks, his shallow breaths tickling my ear.
I nod, biting down on my lower lip. The Prince’s cock throbs against me, growing even harder.
We stay completely still, and I’m not sure what to do. My pulse is still thundering. My body is screaming for him. The wetness between my thighs would be embarrassing if it wasn’t so hot.
Luca’s lips dip down, kissing the sensitive skin behind my ear. His teeth drag across my earlobe, and I let out a soft moan. The hand he has on my breast moves gently, brushing my pebbled nipple and sending sparks flying across my skin.
I move my hips, pushing myself back against him.
He groans, his breath tickling my neck. I shiver, spreading my knees wider.
I want him to rub me, to touch me like he was doing a moment ago. A heavy, hot ball of desire sits in the pit of my stomach, and I need him to touch me. I need him to set it free.
“I don’t know if I’m ready to go all the way,” I whisper, even as my hips grind against him.
The Prince groans, moving his hips along with mine. “We won’t, then,” he growls.
“But I want…” I trail off. My cheeks burn, and I can’t find the words.
I want you. Your hands. Your tongue. Your lips. I want to taste you, and see what it looks like when you come.
The words die on my lips, and my blush deepens.
“Tell me,” he commands.
My voice isn’t functional, so I drop my hand between my legs, resting it on top of his. I push down, guiding Luca to pleasure