Page 63 of Princess and Country

Jeff raised his head, and his eyes met mine. Desire, need, and fear swam in his dark irises. “You sure?”

I nodded. “Yeah.” A lone tear rolled down my cheek, and I brushed it away. “I need you. All of you.”

Jeff’s large and muscular hand locked behind my head and he crashed his lips on mine.

With jerky movements, we removed each other’s bathrobes, our mouths glued together. Heat filled my lower belly. An ache settled between my thighs. My hands lingered on Jeff’s warm chest. With my finger, I traced a line along his happy trail. His cock bulged in his black boxer briefs, and my mouth watered at the sight of him, all thick and hard for me.

Lust dripped from Jeff’s eyes, and wetness pooled between my legs.

With a quick intake of breath, I pushed the guilt of my shameful night away, wanting to lose myself in the man I loved until we both forgot who we were. Jeff’s thumbs hooked into the waistband of my white cotton panties and pulled them down my legs. My eyes sprang open when his warm breath met the apex of my thighs. God, I’ve missed him. I’ve missed this. Jeff knew my body like a roadmap leading to his home. And Jeff was my home. As I was his. My body shuddered as my man’s lips and tongue circled my clit. He feasted on me like I was his favorite snack. He fucked me with his tongue until my body buckled off the bed. Until I lost all sense of time and space. Until I came with such force that I fisted his hair, and he yelped.

For a minute, Jeff hovered over me, his eyes burning holes into my skin. Panting, his face glossy from the way he cherished my pussy. He looked so damn hot.

With my finger, I motioned him to come closer.

Once we faced each other, I rose to my knees, and with both hands splayed on Jeff’s shoulders, I pushed him backward. I combed the wild strands of his hair away from his forehead. I wanted to see him. All of him. His eyes darkened. His lips straightened. He clutched my hips, and we studied each other for a long minute. My nipples stiffened. My entire body tingled from the contact of our naked flesh. Jeff’s chest rose and fell.

“You’re so beautiful, Princess.” I leaned forward to kiss him. As if it was the first time. And the last. With restraint. Without control. And with everything I possessed. Jeff deepened the kiss. “Ride me, baby. I want to watch you.”

A smug grin brightened his face. There was no more trace of the sadness that had painted his features for the last two days.

As his hands traveled down my body, I untangled myself from his grip and turned around, straddling my man reverse-cowgirl style. Instead of engulfing his thick cock inside me, I sat on his chest and leaned forward until my tongue teased his tip. Jeff’s length pulsed between my lips. He cursed under his breath. With every swirl of my tongue, a loud, guttural groan left his mouth. Each one increasing the ache between my legs.

Jeff didn’t even have to touch me to turn me into molten clay. Into a blaze.

While I pumped him in long strokes and sucked him to oblivion, Jeff’s thumb found my wet center and dove in. He slid his ass down a little on the sofa, and with both hands, he lifted my ass until his mouth could lick all the juices coming out of me in waves.

I lost my rhythm, my pleasure taking over.

His breathing quickened, tickling my flesh.

“Babe, turn over. I need to be inside you. Now. I won’t last. We have too fucking long to make up for.” Instead of facing Jeff, I stayed with my back to his front, and his dick speared into me. I wouldn’t look him in the eyes—because I couldn’t. Guilt was crippling me. I wasn’t ready to let him see through me. One day we’d talk about this. Right now, we were both broken and needed each other’s comfort. And each other’s love.

Jeff’s magnetism sucked me in. As if no time had passed since the last time we were together. He touched me, and I liquified. Then he molded me in his hands, my body craving the pleasure he always brought me.

I rode him until we were both sweaty and breathless. With his hands clutching my hips, he lifted his ass from the bed and rammed into me. Harder. Faster. Slower. Gentler. With care. With fierceness. With everything he could give me. Before we both came, I rose to my hands and knees, and with one hand tangled in my hair, Jeff pounded into me from behind, his other hand rubbing my hard-as-rock nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

I cried.

All the pain and pleasure, the guilt and shame inside me mixed together.

I steeled my back, and Jeff circled one arm around me, tugging me to him, my back to his hard chest. He pushed into me one last time, and we both crumpled on the sofa. Spent. And closer than we’d been in years.