Page 24 of Princess and Country

Jeff pushed himself up on his elbows, so our faces were inches apart. His eyes drew me in. “Yes. I do. I love you, Dahlia. I’ve loved you for a long time, Princess. But I didn’t mean to blurt it out to you now. I wanted to wait for the right time. Not when you were playing with my dick.”

Moisture filled my eyes.

“I don’t care how you said it. I love you too. So damn much. Even if I’m not ready to have sex, it doesn’t mean I can’t make you feel good or that you can’t touch me. Because I really, really want your hands on me.”

I offered Jeff a shy smile, and without another word, I took his hands in mine and brought them to my breast. And just like that, I died a thousand times and got revived as many, as Jeff molded me to his palms.

“Fuck, Princess. I love you. You’re all I’ll ever want.”

Our mouths found each other in a slow and steady rhythm. Our tongues danced together. My heart jumped out of my chest.

Jeff’s hands traveled over my body, fueling all the flames inside me.

My hand dug into his boxer briefs, and for the very first time, I held his hard cock. His soft skin was the opposite of the hardness of his length. Jeff steadied his breathing as I pumped him and rubbed the pad of my thumb over the moist tip.

His hips buckled from the bottom of the cargo bed, and he stopped me.

“Enough, Princess.” Jeff took a series of deep breaths.

I shook my head, looking straight into his glossy dark eyes.

“Let me finish.” He tried to argue, but I worked him faster so he couldn’t get a word out.

Jeff groaned. Something deep and primal. Seconds later, his hot thick cum flowed over my hand.

We stared at each other, neither of us able to form words, our love sealed in the most intimate way.

Once his breathing went back to normal, Jeff removed his black boxer briefs, and we used it to wipe ourselves clean.

“Princess, when you’re ready, I’ll be the one making you feel good.” His lips found mine, and I dissolved in his mouth, the heat between us about to incinerate the entire town.

We kissed until our lips swelled. Until we were both breathless. Until my nipples were so stiff, they became too sensitive to be touched.

“Do you love me for real?” I asked. I wanted to fan myself. Did I have a stupid grin pasted on? My face heated up just at the thought of what we did. In the last hour, I became a woman. In so many ways.

Jeff pulled me into his arms and dropped a kiss on the tip of my nose. “I do. So much.” Under the starry sky, we cuddled for hours, ditching the party, neither of us ready to go home.