Her Off Limits Prince

Like she'd been made just for him.

"Tor." Her voice sounded like he felt.

Awed.

He pulled back and then pressed forward, glorying in every agonizing centimeter of slow movement when all he wanted was to piston his hips. "You fit me perfectly."

"You're big," she said, her voice strained.

He stopped, suddenly unsure she was enjoying this as much as he was. "Am I hurting you?"

"No!" She pushed up with her hips, taking more of him inside her. "Don't you dare stop. It's so good."

No matter how much he wanted to just thrust inside her, he could not dismiss her words. He was big. He needed to take it slow.

She was swearing at him and demanding he move by the time he rocked himself fully inside her again.

He liked it. Liked knowing he could turn her on so much that she lost her control.

He reached down to rub her clitoris.

Blythe screamed and arched upward off the bed, her climax taking her over and shocking Tor with its suddenness. He kept touching her, letting go of some of his control to pound into her.

She writhed under, another orgasm taking her over as he found his own release.

His shout shocked him as much her scream. He hadn't expected to lose himself so completely in that moment.

As their orgasms and the aftershocks faded, he wanted to just collapse down but was smart enough to know that wouldn't be cool.

Holding onto the condom, he reluctantly pulled out. "I need to take care of this."

No matter how much he would rather remain where he was, but as a prince, his sex education had included very strict instructions about birth control.

Blythe nodded, her eyes closed, her body lax.

He pulled the sheet and comforter up from the bottom of the bed to cover her before he went to the en suite to take care of what he needed to.

When got back into his bedroom, Blythe was sitting up in the bed, her expression not exactly relaxed with replete pleasure.

In fact, he'd go as far as to say she looked pretty agitated.

Picking at the comforter, her gaze set somewhere over Tor's shoulder, she said, "This can't happen again."

He did not agree. "Oh, it will happen again," he promised her.

It had been way too amazing never to experience again. Even again tonight.

His semi-erection wouldn't take much to become full on hard.

"It can't." She still wasn't looking at him.

Good thing, or she'd see how turned on he still was. For the first time, it struck Tor how vulnerable men were. That's not the way society painted the picture of sex between a man and a woman, but he had no hope of hiding his reaction to her.

He shook his head. "You really think that with how good it is between us, we're going to be able to keep our hands off each other?"

"If we try hard enough." She bit her lip, like she wasn't convinced by her own words.

"But why should we?" he asked. "Friends with benefits, right? We aren't starting the love affair of the century. Nothing to risk your relationship with Janne."