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He groans, his hand flexing around his length, and he shakes his head. “Princes, we can’t. Not tonight.” A beat passes. “Stop looking at me like that.” I’d take offense if it wasn’t for his raspy tone and the muscle in his cheek twitching along with the desire blanketing his gaze.
Oh, he likes the idea but something is holding him back and it won’t do.
My man just confessed his feelings for me, which means I finally have the freedom to explore his body and put my marks on it, and I want to do it.
Starting with my mouth.
“Why not?”
“We are at your parents’ house. Even your brother is in the guest house tonight, for fuck’s sake. We can’t.” He still comes closer, though, and something hidden and mischievous awakens inside me, a playful siren eager to learn.
“I can’t be loud if my mouth is stuffed with you.”
He reaches me in two short strides, his fingers threading in my hair and pulling me upward until our faces are on the same level, and slams his mouth on mine, trapping my moan in his throat as he punishes me with a sizzling kiss.
My splayed hands land on his chest and skim them down his muscled and scarred chest, my heart stills, hurting thinking about his pain, and this intensifies the earlier urgency to kiss them all better.
To show him that to me he is the best choice and I would never want another, for his bruised soul might be filled with vices but these vices don’t scare me.
They will never be able to hurt me because they will always protect me.
He bites on my lower lip and the sting travels straight to my core, my thighs clamping together while I gulp for air against his lips. “Eager innocent thing. You’re dangerous to my sanity.” He presses his thumb on my chin, gripping it almost painfully. “And my self-control is nonexistent when it comes to you.” Goose bumps erupt on my skin and he gives me a crooked smile. “Like that, don’t you?”
“Yes.” I trace my fingers over his scars and kiss the center of his chest, dragging my mouth lower and scraping my teeth over his six-pack, making him jerk and tighten his hold on my hair before turning my attention on his hard length. “Florian.” I place my hand on it, marveling at the prominent, pulsing vein, and squeeze it.
He hisses, leaking more precum, and asks, “Yes, Princes?”
“Teach me.” I swipe my tongue over the tip, and groan at the taste before sucking on the head, and his moan echoes through the room while his grip becomes almost bruising. My core dampness at the weird sense of power sweeping over me because this handsome and virile man seems helpless when it comes to me right now.
“Jimena.”
Pleasure ignites my blood, my skin growing taut as heat surrounds me. I gasp at the sound of my real name on his lips and that gives him more room to enter me farther, his length filling my mouth. Coughing on the unfamiliar invasion, I pull back a little and instead run my tongue over his cock, learning his scent and the softness of his skin there. Rubbing my cheek over something that has the power to make me forget my own name, I stroke it from base to the tip and suck on the tip, a bit nervous to try to the take the whole thing in.
What if I do something wrong, or silly and it will make him regret…
“Look at me.” He tips my chin up until our eyes collide and the fire in his seems to burn me from the inside and out along with his raspy voice drumming on the strings of my soul and awakening something wild and needy. “I’ll love whatever you do because it’s you. Everything I do with you is the best I ever had and I don’t remember anyone else. Okay?” His reassurance fills me with warmth and calmness along with appreciation. He palms my head and once again opens up my mouth. “Now, princess. Take me as deep as you want, but careful. We don’t want to hurt you.”
Opening my lips wider, I let him slip into my mouth, my tongue gliding over him, and my hand moves in sync with my movements while he stands still. Only his heavy pants and rigid grip in my hair lets me know how much it actually affects him and he must be reining in his urges so he won’t be too rough with me my first time.
My man tries his best to give me all the room to explore without rushing the process or scaring me and this causes the sparks to fly inside me. “My beautiful, beautiful girl. Do you know how much I fantasied about this mouth in the last couple of mouths?” He rocks his hips forward when I moan around him, putting my free hand on his stomach and raking my nails over him, and my eyes water when he thrusts deeper. Breathing through my nose, I move back and suck on the tip before skimming my lips over him, all the while he groans and tilts my head farther back, driving into me again, his taste hitting my tongue while the ache spreads, becoming almost unbearable.
Putting my splayed palm on my core, I press the heal of it into my clit and focus on him while sucking and licking him. I whimper in protest when he tugs on my hair so hard until he finally slips from my mouth.
I want more time to explore but Florian denies me the right as he pulls me to him and captures my mouth in a hard kiss before gently pushing me until I end up flat on my back, gasping for air that turns into a moan when he shoulders my thighs apart, settling between them.
Hiking my leg up and digging my heel on his back, exposing myself more to his hungry gaze, I arch my back when his hot breath tickles me and sends scorching heat down my spine in waves. His hands brush the underside of my thighs, each touch akin to blazing lightning rivaling those currently flashing in the sky as thunder still booms in the air, the pouring rain creating a sense of mystery and isolation. “Florian, please don’t.”
He skims his lips over my core but holds my hips in place when they rise up at the contact. “Don’t what?”
Clenching the sheets underneath me, I whimper. “Don’t torture me. I ache. Right here.” Sliding down my hand to my center, I run my fingers over my folds, and he groans. “See? I’m desperate for you.”
I cry out when he covers me with his mouth, licking me from top to bottom, and thrusting his tongue inside, roaming between my folds and stabbing me deep.
Grabbing the pillow near me, I whimper into it to mute my sounds as he fucks me with his tongue, his hands sliding to the inside of my thighs and opening me wide for him while devouring me, his hot licks and thrusts driving me mad.
I lace my fingers in his hair, grinding on him and doing my best to hold on to the pillow, wanting to find my release because the heat and lust surrounding us push me closer to the edge that has pleasure written all over it.
He slowly takes his tongue out, my core clenching at the emptiness, and a moan escapes me when he licks me up, sucking on my lips one by one before trapping my clit between his teeth, pulling and swiping his tongue over it. I sway my hips, trying to catch his rhythm, as it creates a friction that sends titillating sensations down my spine.
