Prince of my Panties (Royal Package 2) - Page 57

I’m going to come—soon, so soon. I have to take a breath, take a beat away from her intoxicating body before I embarrass myself.

But before I can pull away or shift our position or do something to break the pleasure feedback and hold back my orgasm a minute or two, Lizzy gasps, “Oh, there. There. I’m almost there!” and I couldn’t stop if I wanted to.

I have to get her there. I have to feel her—

Oh, fuck, I can feel her—

I cry out as she goes tight around me, her pussy squeezing me as she comes, calling out my name.

I come a beat later, pleasure slamming me to the mat and pinning me there as I gasp and moan and doubt I’m going to survive it. It feels like I’m being turned inside out, each wave of sensation even more intense than the last until, finally, the tide begins to drag away.

Slowly, dazedly, I come back into my skin to find Elizabeth beaming beneath me, not looking the slightest bit displeased by my abbreviated performance.

I smile as I dispose of the condom in one of the tissues beside the bed and roll onto my side next to her. “Everything okay?”

“So much better than okay.” She sighs and turns her head, kissing my bicep. “Let’s do that all night long.”

“Done,” I agree. “Just let me recover for a few minutes first.”

She sighs again. “Me, too. And we should probably eat something. I need to keep my strength up if I’m going to sex you all night long and sew all day tomorrow.” Her lips turn down. “How am I going to sew all day tomorrow, Jeffrey? I already know all I’ll want to do is jump on your penis as often as possible?”

I laugh. “Easy there, killer. You’re probably going to be sore tomorrow.”

“I’m sore now,” she says, grinning wider. “Deliciously sore.” She giggles. “I’m not a virgin anymore.”

“So I’ve heard,” I say, judging myself a little for the pride I take in that.

I’m ridiculous. But I’m also…happy.

So happy and content. At peace, despite the pleasure buzz still humming in my nerve endings.

“I’ve never felt like this afterward,” I confess, brushing her hair from her forehead. “Especially not the first time.”

She sobers. “Like what?”

“So…right. So easy. So sure that it wasn’t a mistake.”

“I hope not,” she whispers, worry creeping into her eyes.

I shake my head. “No. No worry tonight. Only good thoughts.”

She arches a brow. “Only good thoughts? What about dirty thoughts?”

“Those, too.” I kiss her, long and slow, before I add in a whisper, “Even filthy thoughts are allowed if you’d like.”

“Oh, I would like,” she says, pushing on my chest until I roll onto my back. She straddles my hips, the feel of her bare, wet pussy so close to my dick enough to make me hard again, a feat I wouldn’t have believed possible a minute ago. “But first, I want to tell you something serious.”

“Tell me,” I say, reaching up to cup her breasts, enjoying how the weight of them rests in my hands from this angle.

“I only know three positions,” she says, her cheeks flushing. I rub my thumb over her nipple, and the flush spreads there. “And that’s only from reading about them. Will you teach me the others?”

“You don’t need to be taught anything,” I say honestly. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever been with, Lizzy. Just keep doing what you’re doing.”

“You’re sweet,” she says, her lashes fluttering as I intensify my attention to her oh-so-responsive nipples. “But I… God, I can’t think when you do that.”

“Good,” I say. “Go get a condom from my bag by the sink. I’ll show you how to put it on me, then you can be on top.”

“Oh, yes,” she says, shivering. “That sounds so good. Food can wait.”

“Food can most certainly wait.”

And it does, until nearly midnight, when Lizzy and I finally agree we can’t keep going without proper fuel. We eat cold Chinese at the small table in the corner, wrapped in robes from the closet, laughing and feeding each other the vegetables we know the other likes best—mushrooms for her, broccoli for me—and talking about everything and nothing.

By the time we brush our teeth after, I’m pretty sure I’m irreversibly in love with her. And then she turns to me in the darkness after we shut off the lamp and whispers, “Thank you for the best night of my life,” and seals the deal.

“My pleasure,” I say, holding her close against my side. “And the same to you. See you in the morning, sweet Lizzy.”

“See you in the morning, sweet Jeffrey.” She kisses my chest, yawns, and is out a few moments later, her body heavy with sleep against mine as I lie staring at the ceiling, knowing six months will never be enough.

I’m going to need her for a lot longer than that.

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