Naughty, Naughty Prince Charming (Charming 1)

The dark sprinkle of hair on his chest drew her fingers. Her index finger circled his dark, flat nipple even as Lucy’s eyes locked with his. Then her hand slid downward…past his navel. Her fingers closed around his cock and she watched his eyes dilate and then half shut. She stroked the underside of his head with her thumb. The low sound that escaped his mouth filled her ears like a heady rush of passion-laced power. If a mere touch drew a reaction, what could more effort deliver?

Tightening her grip on him, she tilted her head slightly, eyes narrowed. “I want you sitting against the headboard.”

Logan did as Lucy said, because when a woman basically had you by the balls, what choice did you have? Not that he wanted to argue. He’d always been a control freak in and out of bed, but he was enjoying Lucy. She didn’t know how evident her conflicting emotions were. He could see her battle with herself and revel in each action she took.

She waited to release him until he gave her a nod of agreement. As he felt the wood against his back, legs flat in front of him he reveled in this new experience. For the first time in his life, giving control away not only felt right, it delivered a potent burst of arousal. Why, he wondered, was he so comfortable allowing Lucy what he had no other?

Lucy straddled his hips and pressed his cock flat against her stomach. He reached for her, wanting to touch her, and taste her. She held up a hand. “Stop. No touching. Not until I say so. Hands by your side.”

He wanted to laugh at how crazy this was. This was a totally new experience for him. A part of him wanted to grab her and slide her down on top of his cock and fuck her until she cried out his name. But as his hands settled on the mattress, she leaned forward, palms on the headboard, one hand on either side of his head. Her mouth lingered just above his and he could feel her nipples, pebbled and hard, brushing his chest.

That was it. To hell with giving up control. He needed to take her. But before he could act, her mouth slanted over his. The slide of her tongue over his came at him like a rush of electricity. It drew him with its current, taking his calculated actions and throwing them to the wind. Compelling his submission.

Like being under a spell, he lost himself in the tantalizing effects of the slide of her tongue. He could only think of this. Of the sweet flavor of her. She tasted like wine and something else, something sweet…like heaven. His hand went to the back of her head so he could deepen the kiss. A mistake. He’d forgotten her orders. She shackled his wrist, pushing it by his side. The move pressed her breasts into his chest. The ripe peaks of her nipples pressed into his body and he found himself more urgent. Needing someplace to put the hunger of his hands not allowed satisfaction.

Like a kitten, she purred into his mouth, meeting his demands with her own. Rubbing against him with passion-driven friction. The V of her legs pressed against his stomach, wet and hot, and in need of him…inside her. Yet, she didn’t allow him to give her that satisfaction. She kept them both waiting…and wanting.

Before they did something they would regret, he reached for sanity. “A condom. We should get one.”

“I’m on the Pill,” she said and then her hand slid between their bodies and she stroked his cock, pressing it against her stomach and her palm. Teasing him unmercifully. Just thinking of feeling her wet heat without the restrictions of a rubber turned up the heat. He knew this woman hadn’t made casual sex a habit. He’d seen it in her eyes, in internal battles to let go, and feel. And he’d never been stupid. He always used protection. They were safe…and this thing they had going on between them was different in some indescribable way.

Over and over she ran her hand up and down his length, kissing him, nipping his lips with her teeth. When he thought he had could bear no more, she suddenly lifted her body and guided him inside her. No hesitation. No slow slide. In one fast move, she absorbed his cock and took his breath. She leaned back, angling him deeper. Just when he thought he’d have to grab her to lend her balance, she proved him wrong. Her fingers dug into his shoulders and she started riding him.

He’d done a lot of fucking in his life but never had he experienced such a moment as this one. On top of him, a wild woman determined to pleasure herself, she was the most gorgeous creature he’d ever seen. To hell with her no-touching rule. The beauty of her breasts bouncing with the sway of her hips urged him to act. He filled his palms and kneaded. She leaned forward, her hands going to his wrists as if she intended to stop him. But, he wouldn’t hear of it. He drew one ruby red tip into his mouth and suckled. Staring down at him, she bit her bottom lip, watching him lick the round bud and then scrape it with his teeth.