Chapter 32
LETICIA
ORGASM PLEASE
Royal slides his pants down, and his cock is bare to me. I look at it and almost ask if I can see it closer, but I’m pretty sure there will be time for that later. He kicks his pants aside and then slowly climbs into bed next to me.
There’s a bandage on his leg, white and pristine, stuck to the skin. I want to ask about the wound and if this will hurt him. But he’s smiling so big at me that I let it go. If he was worried, he’d tell me, right?
Lying on his side, he presses up against me, and his cock finds a home along my hip. It’s warm and I feel it throb. Why is this so hot?
In Royal’s bed, everything smells like him and fresh laundry. It’s this deep, masculine scent of rich dark chocolate and something else I can’t put a finger on, and I almost want to roll around in it. But the source is right in front of me, looking down at me and smiling.
“Hey,” I say because I feel like I should say something, but immediately, it feels like the wrong thing.
Can you fail at intimacy? Because I’m pretty sure I’m failing.
“Hey,” Royal answers and presses a kiss against my lips. After a few seconds of kissing, I already feel better about being so weird. “I want to explore your body with my hands, is that okay?”
I nod and press up to kiss him again. Apparently, I love kissing. From watching movies, it never seemed like much. Toni’s recount of her first kiss never made it seem like this. Nothing like this intensity.
Royal starts out with his hand on my stomach like he’d coached me to do. He’s so warm that every part of him feels like a little furnace against my skin, and I’m grateful for it. The heat of his body drives away some of the chill of being naked in front of someone for the first time.
Slowly, he moves his hand, traveling up my body toward my breasts. He pauses on my sternum between them, not making any move to pick one or the other.
Against his lips, I let out a disappointed huff.
“In such a hurry.” He kisses my cheek and then down my neck, his body sliding along mine while his hand finally moves to a breast. He doesn’t beeline toward the nipple; he traces his fingers around it, almost petting the soft skin and working his way there.
I arch into the touch. Everything he does, I want more of. I need more of it. I’ve never felt this sort of need before, and it’s so ungodly intense that I could writhe from it.
Finally, his fingers brush my nipple, and it hardens under his touch.
The way his fingers dance around it tickles, but not in the way I expect.
The view as he takes it between his thumb and index finger is alluring.
He squeezes gently, and I can’t help my body’s response.
I do writhe, pressing up into his hand and against his body next to mine.
I want to be a part of him, to move with him, and feel every bit against him.
“More,” I whine, but the word comes out breathy.
“As you wish.” Royal trails the kisses he’d been placing on my neck and shoulder lower, across the top of my chest and toward my other breast.
“Oh fuck,” I whisper as his kisses draw nearer to my nipple.
I can’t breathe like a normal person, the air moving in and out of my body in shuddering breaths.
“We’ll get there.” Royal looks up at me with a smile.
I nod and watch as he goes back to lapping over my nipple. It’s warm and rough but tender all the same, the saliva cooling on my skin.
“Are you cold?” Royal cocks his head to the side.
“A little, you’re nice and warm, but I’m a little cold.” I don’t want to complain or stop what’s happening.
Royal reaches behind him to the bedside table and picks up a remote. After two taps of a button, a fan kicks on. “Just diverted some heat off the server room vents. It’ll warm up in here.”
“You didn’t have to do that.” I feel like an inconvenience.
“Didn’t have to, but wanted to all the same.” He sets the remote down and rather than going back to my nipple, he pushes up over the top of me before moving down my body, kissing his way down my stomach and lower.
The butterflies in my stomach do somersault aerials, fluttering everywhere all at once, while he kisses lower and lower yet.
Royal is absorbed in what he’s doing, and I follow his lead. With tender care, he raises one of my thighs, spreading me open to him, and I let him.
When he nudges the other aside, I push myself up. “You don’t have to, there’s the tam —”
“Hey.” Royal looks up at me with a grin, brown eyes bright and expressive.
“Let me do all the worrying, you just do the enjoying. I did hours of research last night. And I’m very certain I’ve become more of an expert than most human men.
I wanted to know what you were going through so I could help, and while I didn’t expect to get to this step of helping, I’m nothing if not prepared. ”
“There’s going to be blood and stuff.” I protest.
“I’m familiar with blood and stuff. Not to be gross, but I do have a wolf inside me that tends to like to eat furry woodland creatures that are full of blood and stuff.” Royal pauses and slides back a little bit. “But I also don’t want to push you. If this isn’t right for you, I don’t want to —”
“I want it. I want this. I want you.” I’m quick to stop him. I sit up a little more, getting closer to him.
Royal rises to meet me.
“You said you wanted to make me feel loved, and I do.” I close my eyes, hoping I’m not reading too far into what’s happening between us, but I’m lost if not wrapped up in him.
With a deep kiss, Royal lays me back onto the bed.
He climbs up along my body and keeps kissing as he comes to lie next to me.
He trails his fingers back down my body and between my legs.
Stroking with the lightest touch, he delves between my folds.
The way he played with my nipple at first, all tease and no deep touch.
“Royal,” I gasp when his fingers brush over my clit.
“You like that?” He teases the motion again.
“Mmhmm.” I draw deep breaths, focusing on the pleasure like he taught me the other night.
It feels like forever ago that I was doing this for the first time, and now here I am in bed with him.
“That’s good.” He presses a little harder, and I reach up and turn his face toward me.
We kiss, and I let myself get lost in the intensifying touches. Pleasure pulsing but never coming to a peak.
Minutes pass, and I run my fingers into his hair. It’s soft and so grabbable. I squeeze my fingers together.
“God, that feels good,” Royal groans against my lips. “Ready for more?”
I nod and expect instructions, but instead, he pulls at the string of my tampon. Before I can say anything, he pulls it free.
Embarrassment heats my face, but Royal seems unfazed, just quickly wrapping it in a couple tissues from his nightstand, followed by a thud into what sounds like a waste bin.
Okay, that was surprisingly not that bad. I draw a steadying breath.
“I know a lot of guys like to make themselves sound bigger than they are and inflate their ego, but I don’t want to just force myself into you.
I know things are better if you’re prepared.
Are you okay if I use my fingers on you, or would you prefer I get a toy?
” Royal’s eyes are locked on mine, and I’m lost in them for a moment.
“Fingers are okay. If you don’t mind . . . It feels more connected?” I struggle for words.
There is no judgment from him, and he nods before kissing me again. He trails his hand back across my hip to my pelvis and then back between my legs. This time, his fingers go lower. They run over my entrance, and I stop breathing, everything focused on what he’s doing, on what’s to come.
“Breathing is a super important part of life, gorgeous.” Royal kisses my cheek and then down my neck. “Please do that for me.”
I draw a slow breath and push it out. On my exhale, Royal slides his fingers inside me. Two of them curl in this come-hither motion, and I raise my hips off the bed to meet it.
“Look at you, so needy. I love giving you what you want.” He practically purrs in my ear with a low growly sound. “You’re so warm, wet, and tight. So tempting.”
He moves down my body again, kissing his way down to my breast. This time he’s not as gentle as before. Royal’s teeth connect with the skin in a new sensation, a slight threat of pain, but I don’t hate it.
I focus on drawing another breath again, and when I do, Royal moves his fingers more as if to reward me. I close my eyes, the ceiling and the view down my body so blurry that I can hardly see anyway.
“That’s it, just relax, give in to the pleasure. Do my fingers feel good inside you?”
“Mmhmm. So good,” I moan, and he strokes in and out of me, his thumb finding my clit as he presses on something inside me, which drives a sharp zing of pleasure through my body. “What was that? It felt so good.”
“Your G-spot. Good to know you like it.”
He repeats the motion, and I shake and shudder.
It’s like when I was playing with my clit at home, but twelve times more intense. I draw slow breaths, focusing on chasing the pleasure.
“Good job, gorgeous. Focus on getting yourself to come.” Royal breaks from teasing my nipple with his tongue and teeth. “I want to hear you scream for me this time. You don’t have to worry about being quiet.”
He trails kisses back up my neck to my cheek before kissing me deeply. With his tongue, he explores my mouth again, following the same pattern as his fingers.
I can’t control the pleasure as it comes. It had been building slowly, but out of nowhere, it washes over me hard and fast. My body goes rigid as it takes me. I break the kiss and cry out, unable to stop the sound.
Royal doesn’t stop touching me, he repeats the movement again and again as I come, writhing on his fingers until finally, after at least a minute, if not more, I’m able to relax and my breaths come easier.
“You’re so fucking perfect when you come.” Royal hums, still kissing patterns all over my skin. “I could watch you come forever.”