I’m Not Holding Back #3
He moved up and kissed me before pulling back just enough to meet my eyes. “The sounds that you make.” His thumb pressed firmly against my clit, and a whimper slipped past my lips. “It’s going to haunt me every fucking hour I don’t have my hands on you.”
His fingers drove deeper, faster, and I bucked up to meet them shamelessly. I was so close again.
My head fell back and my eyes fluttered shut.
“Look at me,” he ordered softly against my mouth. “Eyes on me while you come again.”
I stared into his eyes as his fingers curled, thumb never stopping.
The second orgasm built quicker and harder than the first until it tore through me. I clenched around his fingers, and he watched me like he was memorizing it. Lips parted slightly, a satisfied sound coming out of them.
Only when every tremble had finished did his fingers leave me.
I lay there with him propped on his elbows as my breathing evened out.
The hunger still in his eyes was going to be a problem.
I reached for the ties of his trousers again.
His hand closed around my wrist.
“Let me,” I said.
“You don’t have to.” His voice was soft and pleading. His eyes dipped to my abdomen and back up.
He was worried about the pain.
“I want to.” I held his gaze. “I’ll be fine.”
His hand loosened reluctantly.
I got the ties undone and reached in and took stock of the situation.
I was not as prepared for what I’d find as I thought.
He was thick, heavy, and rock hard, heat pulsing under my palm. I took a moment and bit my lip. Tried very hard not to look like I had just won something big.
I had absolutely won something big.
A groan left him when I stroked up. Once. Twice. My thumb circled the head and spread what was already there, and his abs tightened. His hips moved. I watched that happen and noted what I did to earn it.
Then I pressed my hand to his chest and guided him back into the pillows.
“Sera—”
“I’m fine,” I promised, shifting between his legs. The ache in my abdomen was there. Dull and insistent, but manageable. Not enough for him to feel through the bond, I hoped.
He searched my face and didn’t stop me.
Thank the gods.
I knelt between his legs and took him in my hand again.
He hissed.
Without another thought, I got on my elbows, ignoring the protest of my invisible wound.
His chest stopped moving as I dragged my lips along his length without taking him in. Slowly, feeling the velvety skin.
Then I traced my tongue from base to tip, along every vein while he pulsed against my lips. He bucked his hips once with a low growl. His hand came to my jaw, cupping it with rough warmth.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
I briefly wondered how many more curse words I could get out of a prince and decided to take it as a challenge.
I took him into my mouth with a moan. Tongue pressing against the underside of the head.
His head fell back, chest rising hard.
I sucked before hollowing my cheeks as I worked around him. Whatever I couldn’t take into my mouth, I managed with my hand.
The curse that came out of him was low and dragged. I took him deeper. His fingers tightened in my hair, and Primorian words spilled from his mouth like honey.
My lips stretched wide around his girth, then pulled back to suck just the head before sliding down until he hit the back of my throat and I swallowed without meaning to.
The sounds he was making made me ache in a way that required immediate attention.
I reached down with my free hand and touched myself. Fingers circling my clit in tight strokes while my mouth was still full of him. I moaned again. Louder. The vibration traveling up his length.
His eyes opened, and he watched me work myself.
“Let me look at you,” he said. “Please. I need to see it.”
I let my mouth leave him, and I sat back. My legs spread open to let him see all of it. My fingers continued tracing circles before they pushed inside. My other hand still wrapped around him.
“This is what you made me do,” I said, eyes fixed on his.
His hand closed over mine and guided it faster. Thumb pressing over the leaking head.
“You’re going to ruin me,” he said, eyes glued to my center. “And I haven’t even had you yet.”
My fingers plunged faster, palm rubbing hard against my clit.
The orgasm arrived the same time his did. The bond sent everything back in both directions at once. I made a sound that filled the room, and my walls clenched hard around my fingers while he spilled across our hands and his stomach.
“Sera—fuck—” the last curse from him turned into a guttural growl halfway through.
I took both of us through every last tremble.
I fell backward like a sack of grain. Completely limp and stupidly satisfied.
He got onto his knees and came over me, interrupting my moment with the ceiling.
The expression on his face was not helping with the trembling. Eyes hooded, flickering over my face in pure awe.
He leaned down and kissed me. Then settled beside me and pulled me against his chest.
His fingers ran through my hair.
“Next time, I’m not holding back,” he said, chest rising and falling against my cheek.
I fell asleep with my face pressed against him, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
Then I dreamed of next time.