Kiss the Girl (Naughty Princess Club 3)

“Princess, you home?”

I put my phone on the nightstand when I hear Eric’s voice out in the living room, clicking my iTunes app and moving myself back to the middle of the bed. I swallow back the tears and put a sultry smile on my face as he walks into the room, stopping dead in his tracks when he sees me.

“Sweet Jesus. Am I in a porno right now? There are two hairless pussies on the bed.”

I am completely naked and laugh in spite of the anxiety burning a hole in my stomach, reaching over to pat Derrick Alfredo’s head as I lean back on one elbow.

“Only one of these hairless pussies is gonna show you a good time tonight, Sailor,” I tell him, removing my hand from Derrick’s head to crook my finger at him.

Eric removes his suit coat, tie, dress shirt, and pants faster than I can blink, and he’s crawling up the bed, covering his body with mine. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him down on top of me, memorizing the feel of his weight on me and how perfect my body fits with his.

“What in the hell is this shit playing from your phone?” Eric asks with a smile, holding himself up by his elbows on either side of my head as I slide my hands up his sides and around his back, pulling him tighter against me.

“Hey, this is Pink. Don’t dis Pink. She can rock or she can sing sweet. We’re doing sweet tonight,” I tell him, bringing one hand between us and pressing it against his cheek.

I don’t tell him that the name of the song is “The Great Escape.” I don’t tell him that when I hear the words to this song, I can imagine him saying all of these words to me. How he’s not going to let me escape. How he’s not going to lose me this way.

“We’re also doing candles, I see,” he says, smiling down at me, the flickering light from the votives I placed all around the room making his eyes sparkle.

Yes, I did soft music and candles and we’re going to make love. Don’t judge me.

He deserves this. He deserves to know that right here, in this moment, everything between us is real. He needs to be able to look back on this moment and remember that it meant something, even if I ruin it.

“Just don’t make any sudden movements or Derrick will fly off the bed, crash into a candle, and the whole place will go up in flames,” I warn him.

He laughs and I pull his head down to mine, cutting him off with a kiss. I can’t hear his laugh right now. I can’t deal with the goose bumps they always bring me, knowing I’ll never feel that again.

I pour my entire heart and soul into this kiss, reaching down between our bodies and wrapping my hand around Eric’s hardness, lining it up with my entrance. His mouth never leaves mine as he slowly surges forward, filling me completely, until my throat clogs with emotion and I kiss him harder to get rid of it.

He slides his arms under my body and holds me against him. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and cling as tightly as I can to him as he rocks against me, memorizing everything I’m feeling right now. The smell of his cologne, the heat from his skin brushing against mine, his breath against my cheek as he angles his head and deepens the kiss, his heart beating solid and sure against my chest.

My hips churn up to meet his, the tingles of desire shooting off like fireworks between my thighs no matter how much fear and dread is filling my mind, because of him. Because of the way he touches me, because of the way he kisses me, because of the way he moves above me with gentle thrusts, making me wonder if there will ever be a time in my life when I don’t want him.

The heels of my feet dig into his ass, pulling him in deeper, making him rock harder against me. His groin hits that perfect spot between my thighs over and over as he moves inside of me with gentle thrusts until I’m moaning into his kiss, moving my hips faster, needing this release to wash over me and make my brain shut the hell up so I can enjoy this and enjoy him and burn this moment and this feeling into my brain forever.

My orgasm hits me fast and hard, and I pull my mouth away from Eric’s to tilt my head back on the pillows and arch my back, shouting his name as I come. He starts moving faster between my legs, and then he’s burying his face in the side of my neck, chanting my name and pulsing inside of me.