Princess's Secret Baby. Carol Marinelli

       CHAPTER THREE

      THANK GOD THEY WERE alone in the elevator, for they kissed the way a couple should only kiss when alone.

      Their mouths belonged to each other, his hands pressed at her buttocks and he ground his pelvis into her. The ache he procured deepened, his erection something she needed to feel, yet even with it pressed hard into her groin it was not enough.

      They made it halfway along the corridor to her suite, then he kissed her up against the wall. Her hands pressed his head into hers and like conjoined crabs they walked sideways kissing to her door.

      ‘Where’s...?’ James said to her mouth, for he remembered that she did not have a bag with her and they needed the swipe card to her door so badly.

      ‘In my bra,’ Leila mumbled, and his hand slid to the wrong breast and it lingered, stroking her to the edge of orgasm, then moving over to the other. He retrieved the warm card and opened the door and barely registered their surrounds as he shrugged off his jacket. He simply had eyes only for her.

      Leila’s hands went to her back to undo the zip of her dress and, seeing her breasts jut and her struggle to be naked for him, when first he had wanted Leila up against the wall and inside her this moment, James turned her around instead.

      ‘I’m undressing you,’ James said with command, for it could very easily be over in a moment, yet he wanted to take his time.

      Leila’s maid usually undressed her.

      But not like this.

      He placed her palms to the wall and she rested her head on it. With every inch the zip lowered down her spine, her skin was caressed by his tongue. Down, slowly down with the zipper, until, on his knees, he kissed the small of her back and she shivered as his jaw scratched her soft skin and his hand moved up between her legs. Her tiny panties were damp and Leila let out a moan as his fingers slid inside and she gasped as he located a spot that she had never even known existed.

      ‘How do you know...?’ she begged as he continued to bring her to life with his touch. Her thighs were like water and his mouth was leaving her back now, his hold on her easing as he shifted position.

      ‘Don’t stop,’ Leila begged, but he stood and removed her palms from the wall and turned her around.

      ‘We’re not stopping,’ James said, for there were still six hours left of their one night. He discarded her dress and Leila felt free. Free to stand in her underwear and heels and watch him admire her.

      His thumb stroked the red velvet of her bra and she watched her already erect nipples grow under his touch, then bit on her lip as his mouth suckled her through the fabric.

      ‘Please...’ Leila begged. It was the nicest thing she had ever experienced, yet it was still not enough.

      ‘Slow down,’ James said, words he rarely did.

      Were it not Leila he’d have had her by now, would be deep inside her, taking her up against the wall. The temptation to do so was still there, still strong...

      Yes, it was there but instead he was teasing out a dark nipple, caressing it with his mouth, and the moans from Leila were worth his rare restraint. The scent of her hair was the same as her skin—rare, exotic and oiled—and so he lingered.

      She was shocked that a man might suck from her breast, but it was so sublime that she pleaded for more when he stopped.

      ‘James...’ His mouth left her breast and it left it cold, swollen and aching, yet his mouth did not leave her skin. Standing she endured his deep kiss down her stomach. Yes, endure, Leila thought as she stood there almost weeping. It felt like hunger, it felt like sin, it felt delicious what his kiss could do.

      ‘This isn’t sex...’ Leila whimpered as he slid down her panties and he probed her with his tongue. This wasn’t like the pictures in the palace library that she had peeked at a few times and had made her forbidden place feel warm.

      ‘Do you want me to stop?’ James asked, his mouth hovering over her clitoris, his breath warm and tempting.

      Leila answered him with her hand, pressing his head back into her, and for a moment she stared down. One breast was exposed, the other covered by fabric made wet by his mouth. Her stomach was not familiar, for beneath it was his hair, and the noise of his intimate explorations had her moaning.

      ‘James...’ She wanted him to stop, yet she did not. His mouth was soft, yet she had never felt anything more intense. Her thighs were shaking; his hand clamped her buttocks so there was no escape from his relentless tongue and the soft sucking noises he made. When he moaned into her mound, everything gathered, every nerve pointed and shot to her centre. Leila thought she would topple, but instead the wall supported her back and his arms pressed her groin to his face as she came shockingly, wickedly, deliciously.

      The warning that he was close to coming himself had him pull back and look up at her as she slowly opened her eyes and met his.

      ‘My turn now,’ Leila said, and he smiled at her back-to-front way of thinking. ‘I want to see you.’

      His shirt had too many buttons, Leila decided, for she was very bad at undoing buttons when the maids usually did it for her. She tried to kiss his chest as he had her back, but she grew impatient and tore the bottom of his shirt open instead. ‘You are beautiful,’ Leila said, for he was—his pale skin was toned and his nipples were the same dark red of his mouth and deserved tasting. So, too, did his stomach; the snake of hair there as she undid his belt was rough to her mouth. She could feel his erection straining beneath the fabric against her cheek and for a moment she kissed him through it, then she pushed up from her knees to stand.

      Nothing scared her; he only made her curious. The way his cock sprang to greet her as she freed it, the way he moaned as she ran her fingers along its length. She pressed her free hand into his mouth and he suckled on her fingers as he stepped out of trousers and then she stopped touching him, for Leila did not like his socks.

      ‘Take them off,’ Leila instructed, and it was said with such authority and command James half expected her to produce a whip.

      ‘Do you like giving orders, Leila?’ James asked, removing the offending garments.

      ‘It comes very naturally to me.’ Leila nodded.

      ‘Not tonight it doesn’t,’ James said. ‘Take off your bra.’

      It was half off already but she did not comply. ‘Remove it for me.’

      They stood in a delicious stand-off and with a wry smile he tugged it around and removed the clasp and dropped it to the floor.

      ‘Get on the bed,’ James said.

      She could not breathe, no air would go in and no air would come out. She liked the command of his voice and even though he was stern it did not feel like being told off.

      ‘Get on the bed, Leila...’ James said. ‘It can be your turn tomorrow.’

      What the hell was he talking about tomorrow for? James wondered. He picked up his jacket and took