Exotic Desires Vol. 3
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“What if she wakes up?” Nami asked, then moaned as I lowered my head to flick my tongue across her nipple. Her breasts were even more sensitive and responsive than they had been before. I'd actually made her come once just from paying attention to them. Turns out I love the way she tastes.
“I guess you need to be quiet then.” I grinned at her as I reached between us and pushed down the shorts I'd been planning on wearing to bed. Now I was thinking that naked might be the way to go.
I was already hard, my body begging me to bury myself inside her, but I waited. I twisted my fingers, ignoring the awkward angle, and slid my hand between her legs. She moaned again, biting her bottom lip to muffle the sound. She was already wet when I slipped a finger inside her. So wet and tight.
“Please, my love.” She dug her nails into the back of my neck.
I positioned myself and grabbed her hip, holding her as I slid home. We groaned in unison, eyes closing as we came together. With all of the responsibilities that came with being the heir to the crown, as well as refusing to yield to the common practice of allowing a wet nurse and nanny take primary care of our daughter, time alone was precious. And far too infrequent.
She clung to me as I moved in deep, even strokes that filled her completely. Her full breasts pressed against my chest and she wrapped her arms more tightly around my neck, her breath hot against my skin as she whispered endearments and encouragements in two languages.
I could feel the tension coiling in my stomach and fought against it. I needed her to come first. I swore quietly as her teeth scraped over my throat, then bit down. The pull of her mouth as she sucked on my skin made my muscles tremble and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.
“Come, baby. Please,” I begged her, surprised that I could even remember the words.
She shuddered and I rolled my hips, pressing harder against her clit. Her teeth clamped down painfully on my neck as she came. The jolt that shot down through me met with the delicious pressure of her pussy contracting around my cock and that was it. I went down to my knees as I came, wrapping my arms around her and holding her to me, on me, as we rode the waves of pleasure. I could feel her heart thudding against her chest, beating a counterpoint to my own rapid pulse.
My legs began to cramp and I shifted us, wrapping Nami's robe back around her as I tugged up my shorts. I settled us on the floor, leaning back against the wall and pulling Nami onto my lap.
“So.” I threaded my fingers between hers. “I was thinking that for our one year anniversary, we could go back to Venice and then Paris.”
“Really?” Nami smiled. “That would be wonderful. A few days in each city.”
I nodded. I looked down at our hands, our rings glinting in the dim light. “And maybe we could end the trip in Philadelphia. Have Halea bring Angelique to us.”
“Philadelphia?”
“Piper and Julien did invite us to their engagement party.”
“They did,” she said slowly. “Is that the only reason you want to go? And why you want our daughter with us?”
“No.” I shook my head. “You know that my parents and I have been writing for the last few months.”
“I do.”
I'd ignored them until Thanksgiving, then had taken Nami's advice and told them about the baby. Things had been tense, but slowly easing since then. I'd even spoken to them twice. Once at Christmas and then to tell them that Angelique had been born. Neither time had been as bad as I'd feared. I didn't ask about the business and they didn't volunteer. They were still at the house on Chestnut Hill and Rebecca had run off with some rich married man, but it had been Piper and Julien who'd told me that. I could tell they were trying to be careful, and though they never came out and apologized, I knew they wanted to make up for what had happened between us.
“I think, maybe it's time for my parents to meet my wife and daughter.” The words weren't as hard as I'd thought they'd be.
“I'd like that very much,” Nami said. She kissed my chin. “Now, I think we should take advantage of the fact that our angel is sleeping and go back to our bedroom.”
I grinned at her and kissed the tip of her nose. “You've got to give me a couple more minutes before I'll be any good to you.”
She rolled her eyes. “I meant to sleep. We haven't gotten much of that either lately.”
I bent my head and covered her mouth with mine. The kiss was deep and thorough, leaving us both gasping for air by the time I raised my head.
“You win,” she said. “More of that, then sleep.”
“Deal.”
As we stood, I glanced over at the cradle one more time. My daughter. My angel. I smiled. Maybe she did look a little like me after all. Nami squeezed my hand and I let her pull me through the adjoining door and into our bedroom. Even as the door closed behind us, I took her into my arms and walked us over to our bed. I planned on taking my time now. If Nami had her way, we'd have half a dozen kids in as many years and who knew how many opportunities we'd have for leisurely love-making.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
THE END
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M. S. Parker is a USA Today Bestselling author and the author of the Erotic Romance series, Club Privè and Chasing Perfection.
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