Not Fit for a King?

He stroked her up and down again, his fingers each time brushing lower across her belly until he was caressing the top of her thigh to collarbone and back. She stirred restlessly beneath his hand, arching helplessly as he brushed her curls between her thighs.

“Beautiful,” he said under his breath, moving over her, his mouth claiming hers, his weight braced on his arms.

He kissed her deeply, hands still caressing as his knees parted her own. He held her knees apart and then he shifted his weight, turning to press his mouth to her flat belly, his tongue flicking her navel and then lower, his lips brushing across her soft inner thighs and then the softer folds.

She groaned and clenched her hands at her sides, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure.

Zale’s tongue traced her tender lips then stroked the tip of his tongue across her tight, engorged clitoris.

She bucked against him when he did it again.

Holding her hips securely, he licked and sucked her wet pink flesh, devoting excruciating attention to her.

Panting, Hannah fought against the hot, sharp sensation building inside her. She’d never done this before, had never been intimate this way with anyone.

But the more she resisted the pressure, the more intense it became. “No,” she choked, shaking her head, her legs trembling violently.

“Come on,” he said hoarsely. “Come for me.”

She heard him, and she knew what he wanted but she didn’t think she could it do, didn’t think she could just let go, but when he slipped a finger inside her as he sucked, she shattered against his mouth, screaming his name. For an endless moment Hannah tumbled blindly, wildly through time and space, sensations too intense, her body beyond her control.

She was exhausted after, her body tingling and sensitive. She felt utterly spent, and didn’t think she could ever want anything again, but when Zale moved over her, and drew a nipple into his mouth, lathing it with attention, fresh desire coiled inside her belly, making her want him again.

He shifted between her thighs but he didn’t enter her right away. Instead he sucked and nipped on one pert nipple and then the other, making her grind her hips up against his.

It wasn’t long before she was straining against him, desperate to be filled. “Zale.” She groaned his name, feeling the thick tip of his shaft brush against her wetness. “Please.”

He entered her with a deep, slow thrust and air caught in Hannah’s throat. Even though her body was slick and ready for him, he was still big, still stretched her.

She struggled to catch her breath, wanting to relax, wanting it to be comfortable. He eased out and then moved forward again, sliding deeper this time. Again and again he withdrew only to return, deeper, harder and all of a sudden the tension turned to stunning pleasure. She wanted more, wanted him to keep thrusting, craving that intense sensation that told her she was on her way to another orgasm.

“More,” she panted, hot, flushed, skin growing damp.

“More.”

His gaze found hers, held as he quickened his tempo, driving deep into her. She was breathing in little gasps now, shallow breaths as the pleasure built, tighter, sharper, the peak of the climax just out of reach.

“Come,” he said, dropping his head to kiss her, and frantically she drew his tongue into her mouth even as he filled her all the way, his body possessing her completely. And just when she thought she couldn’t come, that it was too elusive this time, she did, breaking, crashing, her world spinning out of control as she cried his name, again, in pleasure so intense it felt almost like pain.

He came then, in a last deep thrust, his body rigid, muscles tense. She felt his release, felt him shudder from the power of it, and then she sighed, and sagged against the carpet, spent.

After a moment he withdrew from her and rested next to her for a few minutes, his arm holding her close to his side. And then as the fire burned low, he scooped her into his arms, and carried her to the massive bed where he slid her between soft white sheets.

“Sleep,” he said, smoothing her hair back from her face and kissing her forehead and then her nose and finally her lips. “You need your rest.”

She murmured agreement, snuggling into the impossibly soft pillow and smooth, cool sheets that felt so good against her heated skin. “Will you sleep, too?” she whispered.

“Yes.”

An hour later, Zale lay on his back in bed listening to Emmeline’s soft even breathing. He’d told her he would sleep. He wished he could sleep. Instead his mind raced.

Making love to Emmeline tonight changed everything. They were committed now. As good as married.

He’d thought he’d be uncertain, or regretful. He wasn’t. He was glad Emmeline was his.