“You feel the same,” he panted and a wave of desire slammed into her.
“I don’t know.” She could barely squeeze the words out, her body on fire.
He leaned backward, only the gleam of his teeth and eyes readily discernible in the darkness. “You belong to me. Say it.”
“I belong to you,” she parroted. The words made her nipples tighten painfully.
He undid the buttons on her coat slowly, not wanting to destroy another one. He opened her blouse and pulled her breasts free from her bra, she wriggled against the wall, moaning from a mixture of cold and passion. His tongue licked at her nipples and then he sucked them into his mouth, pulling hard on the tight buds as she braced her hands on the wall and tried not to fall down.
Matt pulled her skirt up and turned her around. She wore a set of scarlet boy shorts, the hem riding so high that he could see the lower halves of her firm ass cheeks. He pulled them down slightly, exposing her and the cold air hit her, making her painfully and acutely aware of how wet she was. The fingers of wind that ran over her were rude and painful, she gasped and shuddered as his fingers slid into her slick opening.
Matt wanted to fuck her right there but he knew it would be impossible, the cold would not allow it. Regretfully he withdrew his fingers and turned her around. He waited until her eyes opened and then he slid his fingers into his mouth, sucking her juices off of them. Her whimper rolled through the alley.
“Take your panties off.” She did, without question. “Now we are going to hail a cab and go back to the hotel. You are going to keep your legs open the entire time, do you understand? You are going to walk with your thighs parted and sit that way as well.”
She didn’t understand the reasoning but once she began to walk she did. Keeping her legs apart forced her to think about her pussy. The cold wind ran up under her skirt and the feel of her skirt’s material against her outer thighs was heightened. The fact of her pussy was brought home, she could feel it, feel its heat and its wetness and its shape in a way she never had before.
Once at the hotel he took her up the tunnel to avoid the reporters who were lying in wait near the entrance, hoping for a glimpse of him. He didn’t want anything to distract the two of them from that moment, tomorrow would come soon enough and they would have to deal with the media but tonight was theirs.
For the first time in her life Rachel actually stood still and appreciated the beauty of the Adams. It was almost impossible not to, the large penthouse demanded attention and appreciation with its massive floor to ceiling windows that took up one entire wall, deep leather furniture, stained glass skylights and gorgeous framed paintings. She felt apprehension start in her belly, how could he love her, want her? He was a Prince and she was …
Before she could let those thoughts ruin the moment he took her hand and pulled her tothe windows. The entire skyline of the city spread out before them and she gasped at thesight. “Noone can see us up here; even helicopters aren’t allowed to fly this close.”
“It’s beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as you. I want you to take your clothes off and kneel on the floor for me.”
The request was odd but she didn’t think about it. If he wanted her to kneel she would.
She stripped hastily, wanting to be naked in front of him, and knelt on the floor. Her knees sank into the carpet and her arms lay relaxed at her sides.
Matt took off his clothes. At the sight of his hard body she lost her breath. His cock stood hard and rigid from the nest of dark curls and his hand came down to it, lightly stroking the shaft of it while he watched her face. “Come here.”
She started to get up but he said, “No, stay on your knees.”
The words inflamed her. She knew she should be ashamed but she wasn’t. She wanted it, she wanted him. She crawled, hitching forward on her knees, ignoring the slight pain of the carpet rubbing against her kneecaps and shins. His fingers stroked her face as she looked up at him. A single creamy drop of pre-come beaded on the helmet of his cock, she stared at it, mesmerized. He rubbed it into his skin, lubricating it. She opened her mouth eagerly and he moved forward, just a bare inch. His cock touched her lips and rested there, she put her tongue out, licking at that swollen flesh. She savored the slightly salty and oily taste of him and her tongue moved lower, licking the sensitive spot right below that shiny cap, just where it met the shaft. She twirled it around, lavishing attention on the heavy ridge of vein, it pulsed under her tongue and when she moved back up, opened her mouth and swallowed him down her throat he gripped her head, holding her captive and thrusting his hips into her face with powerful movements that left her gasping for air and smiling all at once.
She pulled back, her tongue dancing down the belly of his stiffened prick to his balls. She took them into her mouth, licking at them and suckling as well, enjoying the way he uttered curse words between his teeth as she did so. She could feel the heavy weight of his balls tightening; he would come if she didn’t stop soon.
He pushed her away and hauled her to her feet. She didn’t have time to think, he bent her over the arm of the sofa and ran his hands over the curbed out halves of her ass, enjoying the feeling of them in his hands.
His tongue licked along the seam of her pussy then downward, along the puckered crease of her ass. Rachel’s eyes flew open, nobody had ever done that and she wriggled against the couch in a mixture of shame and excitement. His fingers slipped down to her clit and he circled it, she cried out and he
