Page 49 of Princessa
Chapter 28
She’s everything.
I knew, when Arabella showed up at my bedroom door looking like trouble wrapped in a bow—damp hair, sexy-ass thong, fuck-me nipples on display through a thinner-than-air tank top—there was no way in hell I’d be sleeping alone that night.
Being with her felt euphoric. Natural. Like she’d been the one I was waiting for my whole life.
Hint: she was.
Tasting her for the first time, drinking up her juices, I couldn’t help but feel proud—honored—knowing I was the only man on Earth who had first dibs on her sweet pussy. It drove me cock-twitching insane and, honestly, I wanted inside.
Without a condom.
Because she wastheone,and I had no qualms about it.
But I had to take things slow, relish the moment, and recognize it for what it was truly worth. This time for her was momentous and I wanted it to be special. She was giving me her virginity, something she could never get back. A part of her that—whether she’d ever admit it or not—defined who she was.
Reserved. Conservative.Rare.
Don’t know about you, but coming across a beautiful, socially-active, twenty-five-year-old virgin wasn’t common practice in my world. She was lost treasure and I was the lucky bastard who found her.
Entering her tight, so-wet heat nearly set my whole body on fire, and it took everything I had not to come on impact.
Our hips rocked, molding together in an erotic dance one would have thought we’d danced several times before. I’d been with several women. Too many to count. Unashamedly, I’d fucked them all. Arabella wasmyfirst. The first woman I’d made love to.
“Bella…sweet Bella…you feel so damn good.” Who knows how many freaking times I said it in between pumps and kisses.
She wasthatgood. The two of us, together, was that good.
Her whimpers turned to moans andoh-yescries, while those long nails I loved, clawed up and down my back, giving me head-to-headtingles.
“You okay, baby?” I murmured through a breathless pant, wanting to be sure before I buried my cock deeper.
“Yes, I’m good.Sogood.”
I smirked, thrusting harder, feeling her pleasure begin to peak.
Moving faster, my hand careened downward, my fingertips gliding past her belly onto her clit until my thumb was massaging her swollen nub.
Slow. Slow. Quick. Quick. Slow.
“Grayson…oh, God…baby…I think I’m gonna…I’m coming again.”
Fuck, did she ever, her walls hugging my cock, her body riding out another glorious wave.
I came right behind her, thrusting deep with a long, ravenous groan.
She was everything I ever wanted and more.
“Bella, I’m never letting you go.”
We laythere for a couple of hours, talking, kissing, cuddling before she declared she wanted to take a shower towash the virgin juices away—her words, not mine.
I chuckled. “Okay, my shower has six heads, so it should wash every bit away.”
I watched her and that perfect-for-me body climb out of bed, tits bouncing as she crossed my side to pad over to the bathroom.
When she reached the bathroom door, she spun around to face me and said, “You coming?”
