Delayed by Nathan Kingsly (the false prince TXT) 📗

wrist, I bring it to my lips and kiss it. When I release it, she runs her finger down the bridge of my nose and smiles. “I like that your nose veers a bit to the left.” She sits up, the sheet falls, and drapes around her hips. I could feel myself get hard again.

“Why?” I ask as I make circles on her thighs.

“A physical reminder you're not perfect, but you’re close enough that you should have a girlfriend.”

“There's another question coming on, isn't there?”

“You could answer it before I get the chance to ask.”

Smirking, I reply, “That would take the fun out of it.”

Rolling her eyes, “Why aren’t you with someone?”

“Working third shift doesn’t leave much opportunity for a relationship unless it’s the scratching an itch kind.”

“Do you have one of those?”

Why do I get the feeling she’s invested in my answer? Or, it’s only my hope that she is.

“No,” I say. “Why aren’t you with someone?”

“I was, a week ago. He was supposed to go to my brother's wedding with me.”

It shouldn’t be surprise me that I’m a rebound fuck, so why does it sting?

“What happened?”

“He was cheating.” she shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal.

“Let me guess-”

“Predictable.” We say together, and we laugh.

“You know, I’ve never cheated,” I say after the room had a chance to settle back into silence.

“No?”

“Figured it’s crowded enough with two people, why bring in another. Now, if it were consensual…”

“I knew you were going to go there.” Her eyes roll for the second time tonight. “You keep losing points every time you open that mouth. So … ” she shifts her hips against my erection, and I bite back a moan.

“How about we make better use of it? You have such a pretty mouth. To end its use with what we’ve discovered so far seems like a waste.”

“I’m not sure how I feel about your calling my mouth pretty, but I can show you the many uses for it.” Gripping her hips, she comes to my waiting lips.

“Oh.” Her hands delve into my hair, her fingernails graze my scalp, as her hips rock against my face. My chin becomes coated in her juices with every pass. When I alternate sucking and flicking my tongue on her sensitized bud, it overflows, sliding down the slope of my neck. The noises coming from this woman are a contradiction of everything she appears to be on the outside. There are sure to be noise complaints.

My arms wrap around her lower back as I start to move. She gasps, her thighs clench around my head, her fingers grip harder as I flip her onto her back. My tongue slows as I coax her to relax. It’s a relief when her grip on my head loosens. Chuckling, I kiss her hip bone and slide my tongue up the curve of it.

She smacks my shoulder as I move to kiss her ribs. “That wasn’t funny.” She growls.

“Depends on the angle because I enjoyed it.” I use my tongue on the underside of her breasts, the soft tissue giving under the pressure as I make it to my prize. She sucks air between her teeth when my mouth latches onto her nipple, swirling my tongue until it hardens beneath it.

There’s a satisfying pop when I release it, and I’m tempted to go to the next one; somehow, I resist because I want something more.

She’s ready for me; she spreads my mouth open with her clever tongue making us both moan. My fingers grasp her chin as I tilt her head to the side so I can kiss her that much deeper. When we finally part, she surprises me by licking from my chin to my bottom lip before taking it in her mouth and sucking. She releases me, licks her lips, and when she hums a ‘mmhh’ in the back of her throat, it’s not possible for me to be any harder.

“That was hot,” I breathe. My erection is painful when I grasp it with a harsh desperate hand. “I can’t wait; I need to be inside you.”

“Yes,” She says, and it’s all the permission I need to push in.

Her fingernails dig into my shoulder as I rotate my hips. There's an urgency, an unsettled rush every time we are together that I can’t explain. I can’t get deep enough or have enough of her, but this time I force myself to take my time.

I try to convince myself that the flash of light that brightens her features is in how we look at one another. A momentary spark from our intensity, the thunder hits our ears, but neither looks away as the storm rages outside; we have our own to classify right here.

Playing a child’s game of hide and seek in between slow kisses, long caresses, and whispered pleas are flashes of clarity gifted by the storm. Eyes glaze over, her mouth shapes in ecstasy, and hair mats against her beaded brow. She is the most ethereal beauty, and I can’t stand it. Panic builds inside my chest.

How can it be that while the rest of my life is falling away, the one thing I don’t want finds me among the chaos? She feels right, fits me perfectly, and I know I can’t keep her.

The sheets crumple in my grip as I break our connection with a punishing thrust. The light strikes across the room, and her eyes are searching. Getting to my knees, I grab her legs and pin them against my chest as I push in again and again. Her nails dig, scratch into the sheets, her eyes seal shut, as her mouth forms around her moan. Though I can feel her release and the impact of my own, I regret, for an instant the tie I broke. It's the easiest way, knowing I have to walk away.

I lean my head against her feet that are cradled in the slope of my neck, and wait for her to open her eyes. She wears a smile