Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
“I stand by the spirit of what I said. You’re here because you don’t want to face the way life has changed for you. But I want us to leave here on a positive note.” I hoped he understood. I hoped he didn’t think I was some hot-and-cold-running weirdo who couldn’t make up her mind about anything.
He sat back against the mountain of pillows and studied my face a moment. “Leaving here in love is a positive note.”
“Exactly. Let’s celebrate it.” I hopped up on my knees. “Let’s…go out with a bang.”
He laughed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Ridiculous, but right.” I swung a leg over him to straddle his thighs. “Let’s have a few days of fun with this new boyfriend-and-girlfriend situation. We’d probably be fucking like rabbits back in New York, anyway.”
“You will still come to New York with me?” He looked at me from beneath a furrowed brow. “This isn’t you trying to back out of our one-week trial period?”
“The one week won’t start until we’re in New York.” I stuck out my hand. “What do you say, boyfriend? A couple more days of sexual adventure? But we make it romantic?”
He took my hand and shook it firmly. “I think that sounds like an excellent idea, girlfriend. Where should we start?”
“Breakfast. Maybe a picnic on the beach?” I suggested, tapping a finger against my lips. “Nah, too sandy.”
“Mimosas on the terrace?” He slid down the bed.
I didn’t believe he had any intention of moving to the terrace. “Boring. We’ve done that.”
He insinuated a hand under my thigh and lifted up. I bent my knee, foot skimming along the deliciously soft sheets. Placing a kiss on my sun-pinked skin, he murmured, “Breakfast in the pool, then?”
“In the pool?”
He leaned up to trail kisses to my knee. “We could put our plates on inner tubes or something.”
I laughed in disbelief. “It’s not even like, a normal thing you do, that they’re all set up for? You’re going to snap your fingers and we’ve got floating breakfast?”
“You know I make things happen.” He walked his fingers down the path his lips had made. “Get used to it.”
I opened my mouth to make a smart reply, but his fingertips found my clit before I could utter it.
“This,” I gasped. “This, I can get used to.”
“I could get used to it,” he agreed as he rolled between my thighs. “But I’m never going to get enough of it.”
I made myself comfortable on the pillows and let my knees fall apart. It astonished me how quickly I stopped caring about breakfast when his tongue pressed against me and swiped up and around my clit. Though our sex life was new, he’d clearly been paying attention; he knew exactly how to touch me, what I needed, and for how long. That wasn’t something a person learned from buying a sex resort. That was the remarkable skill of a good lover.
I hated the word “lover,” but there were some people the term applied to.
While his mouth worked intensely over my most sensitive part, he slid two fingers into my pussy, pumping them against my G-spot. Perfect pace, perfect pressure. He knew.
Well, he knew my body. That was a lot different than knowing me. And maybe that was what so appealed to me about being his princess, and him being my dragon. It was more than a playful game. Maybe it was the only way I could truly surrender myself to him.
If I wasn’t me, and he wasn’t him, it wouldn’t hurt to give him all of myself.
“Do you know what I’d like to do today?” I breathed, my eyelids fluttering closed.
He didn’t stop, but made a little “hmm?” that sent a shiver up my back.
“I want to do what I came here for. You were going to show me what it’s like to be dominated by you.” Fuck, the sensation of his wet mouth against my wetter cunt was incredible.
“Haven’t we done that?”
I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth as I considered. “Not in the way you originally described. Let me be your Princess. Let me please my Dragon.”
He groaned, and the sound vibrated through my pelvis.
“Maybe after breakfast?” I suggested, my mouth suddenly dry. “Maybe in the castle, just you and I?”
It was kind of thrilling to ask for something that other people couldn’t have. I could see why rich people liked it so much.
He didn’t give me an answer right away, but I knew he wouldn’t deny me. And though we’d played out little scenes of control on this trip so far, I knew we hadn’t done anything near what he wanted from me.
He paused to bite my thigh. It was not a gentle bite but a painful nip that sent a shock wave through my core. “No. I want time to plan. I have so many ideas for what I want to do to you.”