Chapter 24
Courtney
Neither of us say anything as we hurry through the house, up the stairs, and into his room. We chose adjoining rooms, in case I needed help with Micah, but still with an element of separation.
That ends now.
He’s barely kicked the door shut behind him before he’s kissing me. It’s urgent and greedy, but as gentle and sensual as ever.
“I love how you kiss,” I breathe against his mouth.
“And I love kissing you.” He dips his head, sucking on my lower lip. “I’m going to enjoy fucking you again even more.”
“I haven’t…” I hesitate, as if embarrassed to admit this. “I haven’t been with anyone since the last time we were together.”
His eyes find mine in the semi-darkness. “And you’re not sure whether or not it will be comfortable?”
“No. Because you’re…not small.”
“We’ll go slow,” he whispers. “Don’t worry. I’d never hurt you.”
Somehow, I know that. He might break my heart when this is all said and done, but he won’t hurt me physically.
“I need to look at you,” he says after a moment, tugging at the light summer dress I’m wearing.
“My body has changed,” I admit, hating the nervousness in my voice.
“Of course it has,” he says, hands stilling at my sides. “You grew an entire new human being in there.” Fingers drift to my abdomen, flattening against it. “That’s a beautiful gift.”
“There are stretch marks, and my waist isn’t as small as before, and—”
“Sweetheart.” He presses a finger on my lips.
He’s never used that type of term of endearment before, and it’s a little swoony.
“You’re as strong and beautiful and sexy as ever,” he continues.
“I loved your body before and I’m going to love it now.
Stretch marks are a testament to your strength in growing our child.
Changes in your shape just make you more womanly.
And when I’m balls-deep inside you—I promise the last thing I’m thinking about are stretchmarks or the size of your waist.”
“My boobs are a bit saggy too.”
“Do I have to spank you?” he demands.
His voice is playful, but the intensity in his eyes sends a shiver down my spine—directly to regions further south.
“Maybe.” I loved it when he spanked me. Other men who did it were either too rough or too inexperienced to know where the balance is—it was absolute perfection with Daniil.
I don’t think tonight is the night for that, though.
We have to reconnect, find that spark that’s always in the room when we’re together first.
“One more word about your body and you’ll be over my knee.” He reaches for the hem of my dress and this time I don’t stop him as he pulls it over my head.
I’ve got on a soft strapless bra and high-cut matching panties, but he seems oblivious, merely pulling me against his much larger body and sliding his tongue against mine.
His mouth is warm, hands steady as he caresses me.
He’s exploring, running both hands over my ass, up my back, and then along my waist and hips.
“Perfect,” he murmurs.
“This has to go,” I say, pulling his T-shirt up. He takes it off, tossing it to the side and I reach out to touch his gorgeous oblique muscles. “These are my favorite. I need to lick them.”
“You will. But first, I get to lick you. Strip for me, sweetheart.”
I forget all about my body woes as I wiggle out of my panties and tug the bra over my head.
“Hair down,” he instructs softly.
I pull it out of the ponytail it’s been in, letting it cascade over my shoulders.
“Fuuuck…” The word comes out sounding like a hiss. He stares at me like he wants to devour me. Then, like a predator stalking his prey, he backs me up until I hit the bed and go over backwards.
“That’s the view I’ve been waiting for,” he growls, dropping to his knees beside the bed. He reaches for my legs, using them to tug me to the edge of the mattress, and then runs the side of his face along the inside of my thigh.
A soft moan escapes me because I know what’s coming.
How good it will be. How good he is. The first time he went down on me, right there on the balcony where anyone strolling past could watch, I was a little embarrassed but too tipsy and blissed out by the attention of a prince to care.
By the time he was done with me, I was addicted.
One of many reasons I ran away at the end of the long weekend.
“Daniil…” His name on my lips sounds foreign somehow, because it’s different when I say it with his mouth between my legs.
“Sensitive?” he asks softly. “Everything feel okay?”
“Mmm, yes.” I tilt up my hips as he flattens his tongue against me.
The feeling is exquisite. Magical. Every nerve ending comes alive, and though I can produce an orgasm with my vibrator, it’s a completely different feeling when Daniil induces one.
His hands are warm on my thighs, touching and caressing, squeezing and kneading, the disparate sensations leaving me feeling a little out of control.
He presses a finger to my entrance, playfully swirling it in my juices.
“Making a mess down there?” I pant.
“Oh, you’re going to be a mess—just wait. Right now, I’m testing the waters. Let me know if anything hurts or is uncomfortable.”
“I’ve used a vibrator. Everything should be okay…you’re just bigger than BOB.”
“Bob?” His head snaps up, a faint frown creasing his brows.
I can’t help but chuckle at his obvious jealousy, even though I told him there hadn’t been anyone else.
“Battery-operated boyfriend,” I clarify. “Relax. There really hasn’t been a man since you, Prince Dominant.”
Prince Dominant.
That’s what I’d jokingly called him the last time we were together, after he threw me down on his bed, tied my hands to his headboard, and fucked me three times in a row, barely letting me catch my breath.
That was when I knew I had to go—because I was certain if I stayed any longer, allowed myself to fall even deeper under his spell, I would let my libido override my good sense.
“That’s a new one,” he murmurs, dipping his head again. “But let’s see if I can give Bob a run for his money.”
With two fingers only part of the way inside me, he suckles my clit, increasing pressure until I cry out.
“You’re going to have to be somewhat quiet,” he says gruffly. “Much as I love making you scream, it will be less fun if we wake Micah.”
“You’re no fun at all,” I pretend to complain.
“Let’s see what you’re saying…oh, an hour from now.”
Then he buries his head between my legs, devouring me hungrily.
Passionately. Lips, tongue, and those two fingers bringing me right to the edge and backing off, over and over.
I squirm and wiggle against him, anxious for more, but he knows exactly how to keep me from getting off—and I already know he’ll let me come when he’s good and ready.
“Dan…” I pant out half of his name, biting my lip to keep from screaming in frustration. “Do you understand how long it’s been?”
“I understand completely.” He lifts his head and looks at me, those aqua eyes glittering with a strange combination of amusement and intensity. “And since you made me wait, now I’m making you wait.”
I groan, reaching down to dig my fingers into his hair. It’s shorter than it was the last time we were together, so it takes a little effort to get a good grip.
“Please…” I whisper, rocking my hips back and forth. “Pretty please…let me come.”
“You going to be a good girl if I allow it?”
“Yes…please!”
Almost like magic, he curves up his fingers—bastard knows exactly where my G-spot is—and increases pressure on my clit.
The world spirals into a kaleidoscope of color flashing bright in front of my eyes as my orgasm explodes out of me.
I somehow know to clap my hand over my mouth to keep from screaming my pleasure, but beyond that, I’m completely blissed out.
“That’s a good girl…” He slowly gets to his feet, and I watch him slide off his khaki shorts through half-open lids.
His cock is as magnificent as I remember, throbbing proudly against his groin. He’s bigger than anyone else I’ve ever been with, and I know there will be a touch of pain before the pleasure comes. But the pleasure is worth it.
He produces a condom and slides it down his shaft, so I start to scoot further back on the bed, but he stops me.
“Right here,” he growls. “Don’t move a muscle.”