Chapter 12 #2
As the door closed behind her, she halted in surprise. Raul stood only a few feet in front of her, balancing with one hand on the back of an upholstered chair and the other on a crutch.
“Mi corazón! Ven aquí!” His face was lit with desire as he lifted his hand from the chair and held it out to her. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since you left.”
So, a lover. A thrill of arousal ran through her.
She walked closer to put her hand in his, and he pulled her against him.
She tilted her head up just as he lowered his, and their lips found each other.
Dear God, the man could kiss! His mouth was warm and firm and tasted of mint.
The fact that he had freshened his breath before kissing her made her melt into him even more.
She threaded her hands into his hair, while he ran his hand down her spine to cup her butt. The feel of his fingers pressing into her flesh sent heat pooling low in her belly.
“ Ay, Raul,” she sighed into his mouth.
He glided his lips across her cheek and sucked her earlobe for a moment. Then he whispered against the whorls of her ear, “I want to bend you over the back of this chair and come into you from behind.”
Every nerve in her body caught fire at his words. “Oh, yes! God, yes!” Then she groaned as she remembered. “No, not with your sprained ankle.”
“Sex helps heal sprains.” He pulled back to give her a wicked grin. “All those endorphins.”
“Where do you get your medical facts? The internet?”
“It’s less annoying than the royal physicians.” He lowered his head to kiss the skin behind her ear. “I’ll use the crutch, I swear,” he murmured, his warm breath raising delicious goose bumps on her skin.
“Why don’t we go to your bedroom? We need to get a condom anyway.” She tried to be sensible even as his tongue was tracing the outline of her ear. She shivered with the pleasure that zinged around her body.
He released her butt, reached into his pocket, and held up a condom right in front of her nose. “I wasn’t going to get caught unprepared a second time.”
Longing spun through her. She could almost feel him sliding into her. Dropping her hands, she started to unbutton her jeans.
“Wait.” He closed his hand over hers to stop her. “You can say no.”
“ Ay, Raul! When are you going to believe that I want you?” She pressed her lips to the base of his neck just above the collar of his T-shirt and then licked his warm skin, marveling at his concern for her consent. “Yes, I want to do this.”
He sucked in a breath at her touch and moved his hand to the button on his jeans. The whine of their zippers being yanked down was almost simultaneous. She shoved her jeans and panties down to her ankles, toed off her sneakers, and kicked them all away.
“Take off your shirt and bra too,” he said. “I want to see all of you.”
His gaze was on her as she pulled off her T-shirt and shimmied out of her bra, standing naked in front of him while he looked her up and down with pure lust on his face. She felt brazen and shy at the same time while the desire lighting his blue eyes fanned her arousal higher.
“Turn around,” he said.
She pivoted so she was facing the rolled back of the blue velvet chair.
“Close your eyes. Just feel.”
Inhaling a deep breath, she closed her eyes, swaying a little to keep her balance. Suddenly, she was aware of the sound of his breathing, the accelerated beat of her heart, and the hum of the air conditioning.
“Tu eres tan hermosísima,” Raul murmured. “So very beautiful and so sexy.”
He touched her at the top of her spine with just one fingertip. He traced down the middle of her back until he reached her butt, cupping one cheek in his hand and squeezing lightly. “I can’t wait,” he growled.
She heard the rip of the foil envelope, and then his hand was on her neck, slowly pressing her forward over the chair, the soft velvet stroking her bare skin. The muscles between her legs clenched at the sheer eroticism of having him controlling her movement.
She braced her hands on the chair arms and waited, anticipation stoking the liquid fire in her belly as she felt the denim of his jeans brush against the backs of her thighs.
“I want to make sure you’re ready,” he said just before he slid his finger inside her, sending another ripple of sensation spiraling into her belly.
“Oh, yes!” she hissed. “Do that again!”
This time, he slipped two fingers inside her, adding a delicious stretch to the friction. “You’re so wet,” he said, his voice a rumble. “And now I get to taste you on my fingers.”
His withdrawal left her aching.
“ Muy rica. You taste better than any of Marta’s desserts.”
Then she felt the head of his cock touching her before pushing inside her, filling the empty space, going deeper and deeper. “Yes, yes, yes!”
He was fully seated within her, his skin and his jeans adding extra layers of sensation. The angle of her hips opened her so he hit her clitoris as he moved. Sparks ignited in her belly, and she ground against him to get more.
Then he broke his promise to use the crutch. There was a soft thud before she felt both his hands stroke over her buttocks, cupping and kneading as he stayed buried in her.
He murmured her name, how hot she was, how much he wanted to fuck her. His hands slid up and around her ribs to her breasts, weighing them in his palms and massaging her nipples before he pulled on them gently.
“Dios mio!” She almost screamed the words as the delicious tugging sent electric pleasure caroming down to her belly where his cock held her in place. “I need you to move inside me. Please!” She tried to shift her hips, but his weight pinned her against the chair.
“I will. Soon.” He kissed her shoulder. “But I want to savor this moment where I am deep in your gorgeous body, your breasts are filling my hands, and you are begging me for more.”
His words stoked her need higher. “Maybe this will encourage you to get going.” She clenched her inner muscles around him.
“Ahh,” he moaned with a sexy rasp. “You don’t play fair.”
She did it again.
“You win, mi corazón. ” He shifted his hands to her hips, anchoring her in place as he slid out and then thrust back in. “You are happy now?”
“Faster!”
He quickened his rhythm, grinding against her clit every time he went deep. Her arousal intensified with every stroke, the delicious anticipation mounting.
His grip on her hips tightened, and she loved the strength of his fingers on her skin.
“Come with me!” he commanded, his voice strained with control as he drove in hard and fast.
“Yes, yes, now!” She was suspended on the edge when she felt his cock begin to pulse, and he shouted her name.
Her climax slammed into her with exquisite violence, convulsing her muscles around him.
“Ah, Raul!” She arched hard, her head thrown back as her orgasm went on and on, fueled by his cock still thick within her.
And then the intensity eased, her muscles going lax and quivering in the aftermath. He began to soften, and she collapsed over the chair, her breath coming in gasps.
“ Caray! Wow!” He sounded breathless too. “That was fantastico . Tu es increíble! ”
“You too.” Her brain was too overwhelmed for her to be more eloquent.
He ran his palms down her back, his touch tender before he cupped her bottom and slid out of her. That tiny bit of friction made her sigh with a last quiver of delight.
He released her for a few moments before he wrapped his hands around her shoulders. “Let me help you up,” he said as he eased her into a standing position.
“I’m not sure my legs will support me,” she said.
“Then I will.” His arms went around her waist like steel bands, pulling her against his chest before he nuzzled a kiss against her neck.
It was rare that she trusted someone to support her, either physically or emotionally, but he felt safe. She let herself lean into his solid, warm body. For now.
He’s a prince. He’s not meant for you. An ache of regret hollowed out her chest.
She gave herself a few seconds longer before pushing against his embrace. He dropped his arms immediately, and she bent to pick up her panties and jeans.
“Why don’t you leave those off for now? I want to drink in every inch of you,” he said.
“It’s the middle of the afternoon. Someone could come to see you.
” She shuddered at the idea of the king walking in while she was naked in the middle of Raul’s living room.
She stepped into her pink lace panties and pulled them up, a tingle shimmering through her as the fabric touched her sensitized clitoris.
“I have the privacy code on. No one will come in, I promise.” He kissed her shoulder, the feel of his lips sending an erotic shiver over her skin.
She turned to look up at him and nearly came again. His eyes were sleepy with sated passion, his chest loomed, wide and well-muscled, right in front of her eyes, and his lips curled in a seductive smile.
“What about your father?” She couldn’t resist pressing her hand against his pec, the silk knit of his shirt smooth under her palm.
Raul shook his head. “Not even my father would disregard the privacy code. He respects my boundaries. I do the same with his. Our lives are so public that we guard our private moments with ferocity. It would be untenable otherwise.”
“That must be hard,” she said, struck by his revelation. “To be watched all the time by so many people.”
“Some of whom hope I screw up?” He surprised her by shrugging instead of sounding bitter. “It comes with the title.”
“I’m glad I’m not a prince.” She scooped up her jeans.
“So am I.” He gave her breasts a lascivious look.
She rolled her eyes as she shimmied into her pants. “We have work to do.”
“And your beautiful body would distract me.” He sighed and snagged her bra and shirt from the chair arm, holding them out to her.
She slipped into her clothes and shoved her feet back into her shoes as he picked up his crutch and braced it under his arm again.
“You broke your promise about the crutch,” she pointed out.