I let her mouth go when it felt like there wasn’t any air left in the room. We both gasped and I moved over to kiss her temple and to nibble on her earlobe. It was a hot spot because she gasped even louder and her hips arched up into mine—hard. I played around with her, kissed her behind her ear, licked across her collarbone, and swept one hand all the way down her side. She was soft and supple everywhere. I liked it that instead of just being pretty, she was also made up of lean muscle and strength. It was an intoxicating combination of beauty and feminine power. I liked that she could not only take care of me in a very delicate and feminine way, but she could also take care of herself.

I brushed my thumb along the curve in her bent leg where it dipped in toward her waiting center. The lights were still on, so this time I could see every pink and pretty part of her. There was something over-the-top sensual about the way she was laid out on the bed with her fuck-me shoes still on as she waited for me to pay up. Like going down on a girl that looked and felt as good as she did was any kind of chore. Sex with Royal was anything but going through the typical motions to get to the main event. I wanted to do every dirty, wicked thing I could think of when it came to taking this girl to bed and getting her off. Then I wanted to do all of those things again until she was screaming my name and tossing all that burnished hair around in mindless pleasure.

I followed the curve of her inner thigh and took a step back so that I could drop to my knees in front of her. I saw her chest heave up and her breath shudder as I used my thumb to lightly trace over her bare opening. She was already hot and wet. It had a hungry sound growling up the back of my throat. I saw her hands tangle in the comforter on either side of her restless hips and her eyes were almost black as she watched me. I picked up her ankles and put one of them on my shoulder. The spike of the heel hurt a little when it stabbed at me, but I was surprised that I liked the sting of it. I used the hand that wasn’t dancing playfully around her center to pull her hips closer to the edge of the bed and turned my head so I could kiss her taut thigh that was now resting right next to my face.

“You’re torturing me, Asa.” Her voice was husky and impatient.

I laughed against her smooth skin because I was playing with her. I was taking my time with her, which is something I never did when it came to sex. Normally it was about instant gratification and scratching a persistent itch. With her, it was about watching her, gauging her reaction, getting her to respond in all the best ways possible. I think the part of me I tried so hard to keep leashed was loose when I got naked with her, and subconsciously, I was trying to ruin her for whoever it was that might come after me.

Without warning, I let my fingers sink inside of her heat and used my thumb to stroke her clit. It had her entire body lifting off the bed; she gasped my name and her other leg automatically lifted to my other shoulder as she arched hard into my touch. She twisted the fabric in her hands, writhing out of control as I stroked in and out of her, my gaze locked on the flurry of emotions racing across her face. A pink flush had worked up into her cheeks and she couldn’t keep her eyes open anymore. She was biting on her bottom lip as she ground her hips into my fingers, and I was sure that I had never felt more powerful, more purposeful, in my life. It was like my only reason for being was to bring this spectacular woman pleasure, and that was perfectly fine with me.

I felt her thighs start to quake where they were caging my head. I saw her toned tummy tighten and I knew that I could make her come with just my hands, but that wasn’t returning the favor I owed her.

I pressed the pad of my thumb hard on her clit after circling around and around for a long time. “Royal, look at me.”

It took a minute and I had to say her name again, but eventually her brown eyes locked on me. She was drunk on desire and so close to the edge I could see her barely hanging on. I wanted to push her over and then be right there at the bottom to catch her.

I tilted my head to indicate her fisted hands. “Put those on your tits.”

She blinked at me like I wasn’t speaking English, then slowly moved to do what I told her. Pale hands on pale breasts had my dick trying to escape from my jeans all on its own. There was moisture down there that hadn’t come from rubbing against her, and that never happened to me.

“I’m going to eat you up, and while I do it I want you to play with your nipples.” Her eyes popped wide in her flushed face and a cloud of uncertainty drifted over her gaze, so I pressed against her clit again until she jerked under my touch. “I want you to rub them, squeeze them, and I want you to hold on to them until it almost hurts. I want you to do it until it feels like the pleasure is too much, that it’s going to break you in half … only then can you stop. Do you get me?” I lifted an eyebrow at her and finally let go of her trapped clit. She moaned a little and nodded, just once, to let me know she understood. I grinned at her and I knew it wasn’t nice. It was the grin I used when I went in for the kill. “Good, because if you stop, if you let go, then I stop, too.”