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Maguire was next to me in seconds, sliding behind me, his broad chest pressing into my shoulder blades. He brushed my hair aside to bare my neck and placed a gentle kiss on the skin he’d uncovered. “You don’t mind, do you, princess? If I undress you for your prince?”
“No,” I gasped, my entire body alight with the excitement of this moment.
“Good,” said Maguire and reached down to untie the sash on the front of my dress. We’d been sent back up here in the clothes they’d dressed us in for the press conference. I wasn’t sure if that was standard procedure, or if it was an oversight considering the disastrous way the press conference had ended.
Maguire unzipped my dress and peeled it over my shoulders, very slowly, baring my body to Devlin. Maguire’s fingers were warm and thick and deft, and when he brushed them against sensitive parts of my skin, I writhed into him.
Maguire liked that, pressing his crotch firmly into my bottom so that I squirmed into his hardness there. He breathed approving noises into my neck, and his scent was strong and wild on the air. It surrounded me and wrapped me up in it. Oh, Maguire made me feel safe, too.
I let him ease the front of my dress all the way down and then Maguire started to undo the hook where the skirt of my dress was hooked.
“No,” said Devlin’s voice. He was standing only two feet away. His shirt was unbuttoned, baring a sliver of his impressive chest, which I hadn’t seen in person yet (but had seen it on gossip websites, in pictures snapped of him swimming or stripping off after playing friendly games of football). “No, take off her bra. I want to see her breasts. I’ve waited long enough.”
“Yes,” agreed Maguire. “Let’s see you, princess.” He unsnapped the back of the bra that was holding me in. It was a heavy-duty sort of thing, not like what I usually wore. I usually sacrificed lift for comfort. This, on the other hand, had me all up and out there, which meant it needed thick straps and lots of structural support. He tugged it away, and I sighed in relief because it felt so much better without it on.
Devlin let out an answering sigh. “Worth the wait.”
Maguire wrapped an arm around my waist and pinned me back against his body, driving the length of himself into the curve of my backside several times as he looked down at my bare breasts.
“Cup them,” said Devlin. “Present them to me.”
Maguire did it, his fingers warm, the skin a little rough on the underside of my breasts.
I sighed and sagged into him, letting my head lull back into his shoulder.
Maguire began to brush the back of his fingers up and down the smoothness of my skin there. “So soft,” he whispered in my ear.
I sighed again, shutting my eyes.
“Make her nipples hard,” said Devlin.
“Yes, Your Highness,” said Maguire, sounding aroused and sure of himself in some way. He brushed his fingers gently around my nipples. He teased them softly until they stood up straight, and I moaned and arched into his touch, keeping my eyes closed.
“They’re perfect,” said Devlin in a guttural voice.
“Agreed,” said Maguire. “You said…”
“What?”
“About my mouth,” said Maguire harshly.
“Yes,” I said, opening my eyes. “Please.”
“Whatever she wants,” said Devlin with a nod. “Take her to the bed.”
I went with Maguire to lie down on the bed.
Maguire pulled off the rest of my dress first, and then peeled down my pantyhose underneath. Leaving me just in my underwear, he climbed onto me. I wrapped my thighs around his hips. His pulsing knot rubbed deliciously through the thin layer of my undergarments against my mound. He took my achingly yearning nipples into his hot, wet mouth.
I cried out, holding onto him, my hands in his hair, my legs wrapped around his hips.
Maguire licked and sucked my nipples as the sensation of that went all through me, tightly pleasant. Then he moved up to claim my mouth, and we were kissing, and I had my legs wrapped around him, so his knot—through his clothes and my underwear—was right against my clit and he let me work my hips against that just the way I liked.
It went on and on, and I tunneled into a warm, pink sort of tunnel of goodness, which seemed to squish and constrict against me in all the right ways. I felt myself getting squeezed to a certain level of pleasure, and then it got tighter, and it felt even better, and I just kept working my hips, making my clit rub through everything on his knot, and he smelled so good, and I was so relaxed, and my nipples were tingling, and—
I came.
It felt like the tightest, sweetest hug, tipping me right into a warm, good place, where I was wrapped up in pleasure, where everywhere I turned rippled into more pleasure.
