“Hard as you like.”
He groans and lifts up onto his hands, still holding me by the wrists. “You drive me crazy.”
“Likewise.” I look up at him, fixing my gaze on his. “I can feel you all the way up. God, your cock is amazing; it’s so fucking hard.”
He closes his eyes and groans again. Releasing one wrist, he drops his hand to the back of my thigh and pushes it up, changing the angle so he can plunge down into me. “You’re so wet,” he says huskily, “that drives me insane.”
“That’s what you do to me, baby.” I move with him, enjoying the heat between our bodies, and the way he’s so desperate for me. “I’ve been dreaming about this for so long.”
“Have you?” He kisses me. “You’ve thought about having sex with me?”
“So many times. Imagining what you’d feel like inside me.”
He slows his hips a little. “And how does reality compare?”
“It’s so much better than the fantasy.”
“Really?”
I nod, wrapping my legs around his waist. “It’s much bigger.”
He laughs. “Thank you.” He finally releases my other wrist, and I slide my arms around him and run my nails lightly down his back. He shivers and kisses me.
I move my hands down to his ass, clutching hold of the firm muscles and pulling him toward me. “I won’t break,” I whisper. “Fuck me harder.”
“Aaahhh…” He grunts and steps up his thrusts.
“Oh God, yes… that’s it… please… I want you to let go… I want you to fucking ruin me…”
He crushes his lips to mine, driving into me so deeply I think he’s going to spear me to the bed. Oh God… our hot moans mingle… our damp bodies slide against one another… and then he shudders and stills, twitching inside me as he comes. There’s no pillow to stifle his groans, so I have to do it with my mouth, and I kiss him, enjoying the way his deep growls reverberate all the way through me.
“Yeah…” I whisper, kissing him, loving the fact that I’ve given him such pleasure. I suck his bottom lip and delve my tongue into his mouth. “Good boy…”
He gives a short laugh, then lowers on top of me, still inside me. “Minx,” he murmurs, kissing me again. “Wow. That felt so good.”
“Mmm.” I sigh, enjoying his weight pressing me into the mattress. “It was amazing.”
He gives long, slow thrusts as he presses his lips to my face—over my cheeks and brows and back to my mouth. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
My face is already warm, but I’m sure the flush deepens. “Thank you.”
“I mean it, Chess. You really are beautiful both inside and out.” He lifts his head to look at me.
My body feels like a bell that’s still resonating after being struck, the ripples of pleasure echoing into the distance. “That’s a nice thing to say.” I like the way he’s still inside me. Tamati used to pull out immediately and roll over. It’s nice that Kingi wants to prolong the intimacy.
He kisses my nose. “Do you remember at the ball, when I fixed the strap of your sandal?”
I smile. “Yeah. It was a sweet thing to do.”
He picks up a strand of hair that has stuck to my hot cheek and brushes it back. “It reminded me of when Cinderella tried on the glass slipper.” His amber eyes study me. “It wouldn’t fit anyone else. It showed him that she was the one woman meant for him.”
My breath stills. I can’t think what to say, so I just say, “Oh…”
He stares into my eyes, then drops his gaze to my mouth. He kisses me, then lifts his head again and looks at me.
“What… what are you saying?” I whisper.
He kisses me again. “I don’t know. This is very new to me.” More kisses. “I’ve not felt this way before.”