Prakash cupped my breast and rolled the nipple between his fingers, causing pleasant shudders to run down my spine. I pressed my thighs together and whimpered.
His kisses reached my collarbone, and he moaned. “This time, I’m going to memorize every inch of your delightful body.”
“There’s no need,” I said with a giggle. “We can do this again tomorrow and the day after.”
When he didn’t reply, I wondered if he thought he would return to the juvenile detention center. I had assumed that the police had dropped the charges based on the butler’s alibi and Barrett’s confession, but what if that had only secured his bail and he had a pending trial?
A question formed on my lips, but he sucked my nipple into his hot mouth.
Pleasure exploded through my insides like fireworks, blanking out all thought. I cried out and dug the pads of my fingers into his shoulders.
The hand playing with my other nipple went between my legs, and he rubbed slow, maddening circles around my clit. Pressure built up between my legs and my core spasmed and clamped, needing to be filled.
“K-Kash!” I cried out.
“Mmmmm…” He continued sucking on my nipple and reached for the condom on the bedside table.
I rolled my hips, trying to get one of those fingers to breach my opening.
His hips lifted off the bed, presumably to slip on the condom, but I was too lost in pleasure to pay much attention. My entire world coalesced into the finger on my clit and the mouth on my nipple.
A tiny part of me wondered what it would be like to have all three kings worship my body at the same time, but it soon fell away when he lined his erection up to my opening.
“Willow,” he whispered. “I’m going to ask you one more time. Are you sure you want to do this?”
I bucked my hips, rubbing my slick folds over his condom-covered prick. “If you don’t get inside me now, I’ll bite you.”
His chest vibrated with a low chuckle that made my nipples tighten. “Try not to maul me too much, tigress.”
With the greatest of care, he eased himself through my opening, and I clenched my teeth against the tight stretch. I’d used tampons before, and had two thick fingers inside me, but it wasn’t quite the same as the thick head of Prakash’s penis.
“Alright?” he asked.
“You’re bigger than I expected.”
With a suppressed smile, he asked, “Would you like me to open you up with my fingers?”
I shook my head. “Keep going.”
He reached between us and gently pinched my clit between his fingers, sending a sharp bolt of pleasure through my core. I cried out and arched my back at the intensity of the sensation. He released my nub and did it again, this time, making sliding movements with his fingertips.
Overwhelming sensations shot through my core, up my belly, and down my thighs. “K-Kash, that’s—”
“A distraction.” He withdrew his hand and braced his weight on both palms. The tip of his erection had slipped inside my opening, giving me what was now a pleasant stretch. “Are you ready for the rest?”
I gave him an eager nod, wrapped my legs around his hips, and placed my palms on his ass.
He rolled his hips, pushing himself a little further into my core and then withdrawing. It was the slightest of movements that massaged me with delicious, gentle strokes. With each forward roll, he entered a little deeper.
His gaze bore into mine, examining my features with rapt attention. “Are you alright?”
Nodding, I rolled my hips against his, deepening the penetration and enjoying the flutter of my muscles around his hard length. “This is perfect.”
He lowered his lips onto mine, devouring my mouth with demanding swipes of his tongue that matched the movement of his hips.
Moaning against him, I slid one hand up his spine and rested it between his shoulder blades, keeping him in place. It was as if holding him this tightly would keep him at my side forever.
We continued moving against each other in this slow, sensual slide, taking pleasure in each other’s bodies. His chest lay against mine, and our hearts beat to the same rhythm, making me feel closer to him than I had been with anyone in my entire life.