Paris and the Prince: A BWWM Billionaire Romance (Royal Weddings Book 1) by Mia Caldwell
Authors: Mia Caldwell
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the downy comforter. Her whole body thrilled at the combination of sensations: Alex's hands on her stomach, the satin sheets on her back, the smell of roses and gardenias filling the whole room. She barely even noticed as Alex slowly pulled away her jeans, kissing and nibbling the soft flesh of her thighs as he slid them off and dropped them to the floor. Before she even had time to register what was happening, Alex had kicked off his own trousers and pulled off the rest of his clothes.
Now, Paris was aware of everything: Alex reaching up and unclasping her bra, his hand cupping the fullness of her breasts, his lips kissing their way down her stomach, bypassing her underwear and moving to her thighs, letting his lips graze the sensitive skin of her legs as his other hand traced the lines of her calf. Paris felt like she was losing her mind, a prisoner of her sublime need. She wanted more of him, all of him. Her hands reached out to feel any part of him she could, her sex practically aching for him.
Alex anticipated her need, and didn't make her wait any longer. In one elegant move, he slid her panties off and sidled up next to her, kissing her deeply, tracing her lips with his tongue. While she was distracted by his soft lips on hers, he ran one hand down the length of her body, and down to her pussy, where he slipped first one, then a second finger inside her warmth.
Paris' body rose to meet every impetus of his long, graceful fingers, playing inside her as his thumb pressed against her clit. He played her expertly, as if she was a glorious stringed instrument, and he was a maestro. Unexpectedly, Paris felt a wave of orgasm washing over her, never having been touched in this way before, with such ravenousness, with such ardent longing. She cried out, her hands tangling themselves in his hair as she begged him for more.
But Alex wasn't ready to let Paris go that easily. With a sly smile, and a quick kiss, he removed his hand from between her legs, licking her wetness from his fingers as she watched on, mesmerized. Then, he began kissing every inch of her body that he could, from her shoulders, down her arms, hands, fingers, chest, all over her breasts, stopping to lavish attention on her pert nipples, then down her stomach, across her abdomen, and coming to rest in the soft, dark curls between her thighs.
She was momentarily embarrassed, but that quickly evaporated as she saw the look of unadulterated desire in his eyes. With delicate flicks of his tongue, he began exploring every inch of her, inside, outside, licking up every drop of her, leaving nothing to waste.
Paris' hips bucked, completely enraptured by the feel of his lips on her, the glorious torment of tongue just inside of her. She began crying out, begging for things she'd never asked for in her life.
“Alex, please. Please, I want you to fuck me. Please...” Her coarse language spoke to her need of him, her overwhelming ache to have him inside her.
His eyes met hers from the end of the bed: a flash of concern, a glimmer of compassion. He slid his hands slowly up her body, gently squeezing and kissing up the same path he'd taken down her body, now dripping in the perspiration of unadulterated need.
When he'd met her eyes again, face to face, he softly kissed the tip of her nose, then delicately kissed her mouth before whispering, “Are you sure? I don't want to do anything you aren't comfortable with...”
Paris nodded, and Alex reached quickly into a drawer, pulling out a condom, and slipping it on.
Something about his kindness, his willingness to stop if that's what she wanted, drove her even more mad for him. Her movements were electricity, waves of the ocean, and in one quick twirl, her legs wrapped around his waist, Alex was on his back, and Paris was on top of him.
With her hands on his shoulders, and their lips locked in a passionate kiss, Paris took the length of Alex's hard cock inside of her. It wasn't the first time she'd felt a man inside
Now, Paris was aware of everything: Alex reaching up and unclasping her bra, his hand cupping the fullness of her breasts, his lips kissing their way down her stomach, bypassing her underwear and moving to her thighs, letting his lips graze the sensitive skin of her legs as his other hand traced the lines of her calf. Paris felt like she was losing her mind, a prisoner of her sublime need. She wanted more of him, all of him. Her hands reached out to feel any part of him she could, her sex practically aching for him.
Alex anticipated her need, and didn't make her wait any longer. In one elegant move, he slid her panties off and sidled up next to her, kissing her deeply, tracing her lips with his tongue. While she was distracted by his soft lips on hers, he ran one hand down the length of her body, and down to her pussy, where he slipped first one, then a second finger inside her warmth.
Paris' body rose to meet every impetus of his long, graceful fingers, playing inside her as his thumb pressed against her clit. He played her expertly, as if she was a glorious stringed instrument, and he was a maestro. Unexpectedly, Paris felt a wave of orgasm washing over her, never having been touched in this way before, with such ravenousness, with such ardent longing. She cried out, her hands tangling themselves in his hair as she begged him for more.
But Alex wasn't ready to let Paris go that easily. With a sly smile, and a quick kiss, he removed his hand from between her legs, licking her wetness from his fingers as she watched on, mesmerized. Then, he began kissing every inch of her body that he could, from her shoulders, down her arms, hands, fingers, chest, all over her breasts, stopping to lavish attention on her pert nipples, then down her stomach, across her abdomen, and coming to rest in the soft, dark curls between her thighs.
She was momentarily embarrassed, but that quickly evaporated as she saw the look of unadulterated desire in his eyes. With delicate flicks of his tongue, he began exploring every inch of her, inside, outside, licking up every drop of her, leaving nothing to waste.
Paris' hips bucked, completely enraptured by the feel of his lips on her, the glorious torment of tongue just inside of her. She began crying out, begging for things she'd never asked for in her life.
“Alex, please. Please, I want you to fuck me. Please...” Her coarse language spoke to her need of him, her overwhelming ache to have him inside her.
His eyes met hers from the end of the bed: a flash of concern, a glimmer of compassion. He slid his hands slowly up her body, gently squeezing and kissing up the same path he'd taken down her body, now dripping in the perspiration of unadulterated need.
When he'd met her eyes again, face to face, he softly kissed the tip of her nose, then delicately kissed her mouth before whispering, “Are you sure? I don't want to do anything you aren't comfortable with...”
Paris nodded, and Alex reached quickly into a drawer, pulling out a condom, and slipping it on.
Something about his kindness, his willingness to stop if that's what she wanted, drove her even more mad for him. Her movements were electricity, waves of the ocean, and in one quick twirl, her legs wrapped around his waist, Alex was on his back, and Paris was on top of him.
With her hands on his shoulders, and their lips locked in a passionate kiss, Paris took the length of Alex's hard cock inside of her. It wasn't the first time she'd felt a man inside
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