Page 114 of Tabloid Princess

Hard and incessant, his tongue pressed into my mouth, tangling with desperate strokes against mine. His hand tore against my clothes, the edge of my T-shirt stretched as he pulled it tight, anchoring us together. My hands slid into his hair, my breath on his skin, my body burning with expectation.

Without breaking the kiss, he lifted me, and my legs clamped around his waist. My kisses came faster, desperate.

He lowered me onto the mattress, his lips still attached to mine, while my hands clawed up his back, my body arching to touch his.

Through his jeans, his arousal pressed into the sensitive skin of my thigh and it spurred me on. Lowering a hand, I grazed tentative fingers along the encased hardness. He shivered almost impulsively with my touch. Leaning back, he met my gaze. “You need to tell me if you want me to stop.”

“Ollie, I’m not a virgin.” I almost giggled, but then his hard-on pushed against me and it didn’t seem so funny.

The flash in his eyes said it all. His head dipped, his lips pressed against my throat. One of his hands slid along my side, running under the stretch of my T-shirt. The monster went wild at the heat of his hand. I arched more, willing him to explore more.

Deft fingers pulled at the shirt, pulling it over my head and discarding it on the floor. His lips travelled along my throat and down the cleft of my breasts. His fingers unhooked the shoulder strap of my bra, pulling it down my arm.

Fixated, I watched his dark head dip lower as he sought out a budded nipple, pulling it gently into his mouth.

The monster shouted with glee and I gasped loudly. Oliver’s eyes darted up to check my face but seeing only pleasure there, he returned to my nipple. I ran my fingers through his hair, shivering at the little darts of pleasure zapping over my skin as the cool air from a ceiling fan heightened my sensitive reactions.

I lifted slightly, reaching behind my back to unhook my bra. His body shifted alongside me, his lips back on mine, his tongue teasing as it explored my mouth. His hand skimmed my stomach, dipping between my legs, making me gasp as he pushed at the apex of my thighs.

Gently edging me down, he sat up and undid my jeans, pulling them down over my hips, leaving me in my simple—not suitable for a prince—white knickers.

“You have too many clothes on,” I grumbled as I took in his still clad body.

“Easily dealt with.” He flashed me a crooked grin as he pulled at his own T-shirt and then tossed it after mine. I watched utterly fixated as he unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down.

Holy Jesus bloody Christ.

The T-shirts so didn’t do justice to what lay underneath. Smooth olive skin curved over defined but slender muscles.

He really was a work of art.

“So now I’m naked, you’re naked.” I lifted an eyebrow.

“Leia.” He pounced forward. “Please shush.”

I didn’t get much choice. His lips were back on mine hard. All thoughts left my head on an express train.

Shifting over me, one of his long and slender hands hooked under my thigh, pulling it up to fit over his hip. His erection pressed against the sensitive flesh in between my legs. I flung my head back, giving him full access to any bit of me he wanted.

His lips trailed back down my throat, lower, until they hovered back over my nipple. He sucked it, harder this time, into his mouth, twirling it with his tongue. While I arched and writhed, the hand on my thigh drifted higher, and then danced along the edge of my knickers. I sucked in a breath as his fingers dipped below the material, wandering effectively into no man’s land.

He knew. I could sense it in his slow and deliberate touch.

“Please don’t hold back,” I whimpered. “Please.” I clung onto his shoulders, lifting my hips, begging his fingers to delve where I wanted them most.

As one slid deep within me, I shuddered hard. He watched me intently as he added another, gliding them in and out, smooth as silk while his thumb pressed on the sensitive nub of my clit.

Oh God.

It was too much.

Closing my eyes, I arched my arms above my head as his fingers gently massaged deeper and deeper inside. With every thrust he took them further. The third finger created a tingle in my toes, my clit pulsed a little.

I may not be experienced, but I knew the feeling for my own.

“Oliver.” I clutched at him, keeping my eyes shut, knowing he was watching me slowly come apart under his touch.

I didn’t fight it. I let it wash over me, pulling me out to a sea, casting me adrift, as a battering of uncontrollable waves gently lapped over me.