Highness (The Lonely Heart Series)

by Latrivia S. Nelson

  The blood in Michael’s veins began to boil. Every time, that she flicked her nimble tongue up against his, he grew harder. Every time that he inhaled her, he became hungrier.

  Picking her up off the floor, he lifted her up into his embrace. Like a muscle memory, she locked her long legs around him.

  Carrying her to the bed as quickly as he could, he laid her back on the bed of colorful pillows as he trailed kisses down her neck to her shoulders. Undulating beneath him, she ran her hands down the length of his back to his jeans. Pulling and yanking at them, she managed to get one down over his left buttocks out before he reached his hand between them and undid the clasp of his belt, then his pants.

  Rushing to get closer to her, he pulled them down completely.

  Naked between her thighs now, aching to be inside of her, he paused and moved down her shoulders to her breasts. He grabbed her orb gently, wrapping his fingers around it, and then lapped a heavy tongue atop her nipple over and over again until she cried out all while keeping the other hand firmly pushed against her clitoris.

  The milk of her aching sex began to flow freely between her thighs dripping into his hand. He stroked and petted her gently before he finally slipped a curious digit inside of her. The tightness of her made his mouth open with pleasure. It wouldn’t be long before he was there instead of his damned fingers. Making her watch, he pulled the finger from inside of her and slipped it into his mouth. “You taste like I thought you would,” he whispered. “Delicious.”

  Taunting her with the eroticism of the act, he allowed his shaft to run between the lips of her vagina and over her clit. The pressure began to build as she felt the thickness of him against her. Eyeing her as he moved slowly on top of her, he smiled.

  “I want more,” she begged, lifting her head to bite his bottom lip.

  Ecstasy nearly overwhelmed her and a familiar quake rushed over her body. Before she could cry out, he covered her mouth with another kiss.

  “Love, stay with me,” he ordered her. “Don’t come just yet.”

  “Then don’t make me,” she whispered.

  He couldn’t help but laugh.

  As she opened her thighs further to rest the head of his steely manhood at her apex, he could feel her heat drawing him in. She let her hands wander up the thick column of his neck and pulled him down to kiss her again.

  His mind shot from her womb to his jeans. Pulling away from her for just a second, he reached into the back pocket of his pants and grabbed his wallet.

  “Condom,” he said, pulling out a Gold Magnum Trojan.

  Quickly, she nodded in approval and reached over toward the nightstand. “I have plenty.”

  “I love a woman who always comes prepared,” he said, tearing the sheath of the package with his teeth. When he was satisfied with his placement, he grabbed both of her legs by the back of her knees and pulled her toward him. The smile on her face quickly disappeared into the seriousness of the moment.

  Bending down to steal one more kiss, he tasted her slowly. With a deep kiss full of fervor and demand, his hands found hers and pressed them into the mattress. At the same time, the tip of his manhood pressed into her flower.

  She wanted to scream as his muscles tensed, but she didn’t want to miss a moment. Instead, she watched what she could see of him, his blurred image move toward her – inside of her.

  She gasped as the muscles of her flower clenched tight around his erection. Wet with anticipated pleasure, she guided him in by arching her back and legs as he held her down to the bed. His eyes closed in rapture. Biting his own lip, he fought the temptation to empty himself inside of her.

  She moved against him wantonly, enjoying the smell of his cologne as his skin melted into her own. His kisses trailed down her face, neck, mouth and ears. Finally letting her hands go; he wrapped his arms around her and held her tight – not wanting to ever let her go.

  Their bodies both trembled under the weight of their action. Intense physical pleasure mixed with equally intense emotional bonding wrapped them together in an embrace that ignited all of their fantasies.

  Even as she shuddered under him, she could feel her body responding to each and every stroke. The sound of sex filled the room with a melody of sweet love. Dancing synchronically together, they rolled around in the bed, kissing, rubbing, touching and moaning, taking care to memorize each and every single curve, fold, and dip of each other’s bodies.

  The force of his thrusts drove out all reasoning for Hope. She held on to him as he drove into her mercilessly. With ever gentle touch he provided, he also gave an equally powerful thrust. But she gave as good as she took.

  When she found herself on top of him, looking down into his glazed image, she placed her hands atop his mountain of muscles. Moving her hips wildly, she took him inside of her and raised her body nearly off of his tip before she plummeted back down. Grabbing her by her soft hips, he pulled her into him, made her take every inch that he had to give.

  “Yes,” she moaned, feeling her vision blur.

  “That’s it,” he said, lifting her up and pulling her back down into the gravity of sex. “That’s it, love. Take me.” He growled again; sweat pouring down his chest and face. “Take all of me.”

  Rolling her over, he grabbed one of her shapely thighs and raised it over his arm. Pulling her by her hips into him, he moaned as he felt the walls of her sex start to spasm.

  Her hands found his back in their passion and sharp nails dug into his sweaty skin. The pain released endorphins and that made him moan aloud.

  “Oh God,” she said, feeling her climax approach.

  He moved her mass of hair from her face and kissed her lips, moving faster and harder.

  “Oh…” she moaned again, mouth open.

  “Come for me,” he demanded.

  “Michael,” she panted.

  The rush was unlike any that she had ever experienced before. As he splashed into the pool of her sex, thick and heavy inside of her, a powerful orgasm erupted. Nearly paralyzed with pleasure, she wrapped around him as a tide of pleasure washed over her.

  It was too much for Michael despite his every effort to control himself. Knowing that she had reached her peak, he lifted up and pressed his body as far as he could inside of her. Releasing, he roared like a wild beast – the vibration bouncing against both of their diaphragms – as he flooded into her body only protected by the sheer condom between them.

  As Hope finally let go, she felt her body completely explode, her vision went from blurred to crystal clear. Looking up at him, sweating and weak, she pulled his face to hers to kiss him. When she did, she finally saw his face for the first time.

  “Oh my god,” she said, blinking hard.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked, startled and out of breath.

  Hope was nearly lost for words. “It really is you.”

  Chapter 12

  It had been four full days since Hope and Michael had emerged from her house for any reason at all. Basking in what seemed to be the most pleasant weather of the season, they opened all the windows in the two-story home to enjoy the bright blue, cloudless skies and fresh breezes during the day and star-filled, full-mooned view of the night.

  They tore through the media cabinet and played every jazz CD that they could find and lit all the scented candles they could burn.

  There in their self-imposed solitary confinement, they spoke of every love lost and every dream imagined. They spoke of childhood losses of both her parents and grandparents and his father. They spoke of crushes and heartbreak, of best friends and worst enemies all while catering to each other’s bodies with sweet kisses and passionate embraces.

  It had been the best four days of their lives, and they relished in the privacy of it.

  While cooking his best eggs benedict and humming to Nora Jones, Michael watched Hope in her St. Louis Cardinal’s T-shirt and red lace panties while she combed through the refrigerator for jams and honey to go on top of their bagels.

  He fa
ncied her nearly-naked look more than any other. While effortless, her mismatched attire always seemed to evoke the lion lurking inside of him. Her long sculpted legs were a pure work of art with all the soft curves and hard muscles from years of running. She had defined calves and strong hamstrings, a heart-shaped backside that made him want to reach out and grab her and a curvy waist that had an adorable little pooch. She had the longest back he had ever ran his fingers down and peaks and valleys of tender muscle that made her shoulders strong yet feminine.

  He enjoyed the way that her body felt in his hands when he held her and the way that it felt when she pushed it up against him. He loved the smell of her hair and the way she looked with no makeup.

  The conclusion was hard to admit, but in less than a week, he honestly felt like he was falling in love with her.

  It was such a strange feeling; he dare not say it aloud. What did he know about love anyway? What if this was simply the euphoria of not being alone? Plus, regardless of his feelings, what if she didn’t feel the same? Then it would be just another Thalia situation and he couldn’t bear one more confession of admiration without love. No, he’d keep his secret close to his chest for now as to not ruin the best few days of his adulthood. And if something came from it, then…

  “Michael,” Hope said, invading his deep thought.

  He turned to her in only his black boxer-briefs and smiled. “Yes, love.”

  A flush rose up her neck. She loved when he called her that. “Are you allergic to anything?” she asked, lining up containers of jam on the counter.

  “Peaches,” he said, placing one of the eggs on the plate that she had set out for him.

  Picking up one of the jars, she walked back to the refrigerator and placed it inside. “Well, that narrows it down a little.”

  He licked his lips. “Some peaches,” he said, looking in between her thighs.

  Hope blushed, cheeks visibly turning red. “You’re insatiable.” Walking over to him, she slipped her arms around his back and locked them around his chest. Kissing his shoulder, she closed her eyes. “This is great, isn’t it? No one to bother us. No one to interrupt us.”

  Placing the other egg on his plate, he put down the spatula and turned around to look down at her. Lifting her chin, he gazed into her eyes. “It’s perfect,” he said, kissing her mouth. He savored the taste. “Mmm,” he moaned. “I can never get enough of kissing you.”

  She giggled in between puckering. “Who says that you have to?” Another kiss followed.

  Was that a possible sign that she wanted to keep him around?

  “Good point.” Picking her up, he took her over to the table and placed her atop of it. The cool surface sent a chill up her spine. His firm hand ran down her side and pulled at her panties. “I’m hungry for something else right now,” he said, wickedly seductive with his small touches.

  She giggled incessantly. Resting back on her elbows as she watched him rip and remove her panties. She spread her legs wide. The hiss of his hot breath on her sex made her moan, but it wasn’t until she felt the sharp tip his long tongue slide inside of her that she whimpered.

  Grabbing her by her hips and sinking his fingers into her soft skin, he buried his kiss deep, sucking at the folds of her as she grabbed the end of the table.

  “You, my dear, have such a sweet peach,” he said, sucking in her taste and raising up to look at her. A smile formed on his lips. “And it’s the only kind in the entire world that I’m not allergic to.”

  Hope grabbed the top of his mop of curls and pushed him further down. “Don’t stop,” she begged as he kissed her again, flicking his meaty tongue against her clit until she fell back flat on the table.

  He stayed there in between her glistening thighs, enjoying her until she begins to quake.

  Trembling under him, she barely noticed in her own pleasure that he had pulled his underwear off. Grabbing her quickly, he pulled her to the end of the table, his erection standing hard and ready. Before she could look up, he was inside of her. They both released a moan as she grabbed his backside and lifted up, taking all of him into her body.

  He kissed her lips now, lifting her up with one of his hands to make her ride him as he stood. Feet planted firmly on the floor, he held her in his embrace, thrusting inside of her as she moaned and screamed. His strong muscles flexed, carrying her like she was as light as a feather. Harder and harder he grew in her as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

  “Yes,” she said, feeling her womb tense.

  “Are you coming baby?” he asked, wanting to see her face as she climaxed.

  Mouth open, mewing and eyes rolling to the back of her head, she swallowed down a scream. “Yes!”

  “That’s it,” he said, fighting to hold back his own release at the sight of her.

  “Right there,” she said, kissing his neck. She ran her tongue down his collar bone.

  “Shit.” He closed his eyes, feeling her wetness slide over him. She was going to make him…

  The doorbell rang three times back to back – quickly and impatiently.

  “Who the fuck?” he growled, still moving inside of her. He looked toward the doorway as if his frustration might send whoever it was away.

  Her nails dug into his skin, dragging his attention back to her. “They’ll have to wait,” she insisted. “Finish.”

  The effect was immediate and intense. Her words set him ablaze to the point that he ignored the loud banging of someone’s fist against the door. Carrying her to the wall, he propped her up by the phone dock and the wooden KITCHEN MENU sign and kissed her mouth. Moving in and out of her, he felt his skin turn scarlet red before he slammed a hand against the wall behind her and did what she commanded.

  A loud echo of his pleasure carried throughout the house and surely to the front door.

  Smiling as Michael slid her down onto the floor, she kissed his chin. “Now, go see who it is.”

  He paused, still breathing heavily. “Me? Like this?” he sputtered, looking down at his naked body covered in her essence. Sweat fell from his brow. “You must be kidding.” His blue eyes peered at her.

  Covered equally in him, she strode over to the table and bent to pick up his underwear.

  “Damn,” he said, feeling himself rise again. Her naked backside was absolutely remarkable. Would he ever get enough of her?

  Throwing his briefs over to him, she giggled. “You can’t expect me to go. You tore mine.” Picking her torn lace panties, she balled them in her hand.

  For a moment, Michael wanted to take the balled up panties from her and save them for later, but he pushed that thought to the back of his mind.

  Michael growled. “Why does either one of us have to go? Callers should be announced before they just show up on your doorstep.”

  Hope smiled. Everyone once in a while, when he wasn’t meaning to, his royal side came out – all haughty and demanding.

  Boom, boom, boom!

  Now out of the haze of a sex spell that she had cast on him, he heard the knock again and recognized it for what it was. His heart constricted, but he kept a straight face as to not alarm her.

  Completely unaware of Michael’s sudden mood change, she shrugged and yawned. “Fine, neither one of us will go,” Hope said, taking a seat and yawning. She wasn’t expecting anyone and she really didn’t care to find out who it was.

  Michael looked back toward the door. His voice was lower now. “No, I’ll go,” he said, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “But I’ll be right back. So, don’t go getting dressed. I think I still have one good shagging in me.”

  “Okay,” she chuckled, picking up her coffee. “Meet me upstairs in my office after you send whoever it is away.”

  The naughty invitation made him smile. “Well, you had better rush up, then. I won’t be made to wait.”

  Walking away from Hope, his smile disappeared. He knew that he had ignored all of his calls until finally his phone went dead the day before. He was also certain that ignorin
g his brother and Geoff would eventually lead to a knock on the door, but this was a bit untimely.

  Entering into the foyer, he was met by Geoff, who had no shame in pushing his entire face up against the glass and peering into the window like a pervert. Michael huffed audibly. The man could be a real drag when he wanted to.

  He opened the wooden door and smiled sheepishly at Geoff and two of his men standing behind him in full suits, ties, shades and weapons. Leaning against the door frame and folding his arms across his bare chest, he shook his head.

  “Is this necessary?” he asked, spying one of the men’s sidearm poking out of his suit jacket.

  The man, catching Michael’s gaze, quickly adjusted his weapon and stood up straighter.

  Michael rolled his eyes over to Geoff again and twisted up his lips.

  Geoff quickly looked Michael up and down. It was obvious that his liege had just recovered from a woman’s embrace – ignoring the fact that they had all heard his release - but this was the first time that he had shown up at the door so relaxed after.

  Evidently, there was no need to escort him out quickly with sincere apologies. Dipping his head a bit to acknowledge his prince, Geoff began his task. “Apologies for our abrupt interruption. However, we’ve been waiting for four days Your Highness. I was left with no choice but to make our presence known.” His left eye twitched. “Prince Richard is insistent on speaking with you at once.”

  Michael rolled his eyes. “Tell him that I’ll speak with him later today. I’m busy, as you can see.” He prepared to close the door.

  Geoff wouldn’t state the obvious, but he did step forward in protest. “I’m afraid that it can’t wait until later. We have been ordered to get you on the phone now,” he said, handing Michael his cell phone. He nodded toward the screen, indicating a call was active, and raised his brow. It was a small gesture, but something to keep Michael from going on a tirade about Richard’s overbearing ways.