With hands resting on either side of her small frame, fingers began cinching into the blankets-curling with a pleasured gasp as his mouth took to her.

Slowly the eagerness of wanting him exploded as she found herself silently watching him, taking in the feel of the course stubble of his face against the sensitive inside of her thigh--weathered hands brushing up the outside.

She felt like royalty with him.

Moving her hand to his, she arched her back and sat up, urging him to straighten as she began pushing his jeans down past his hips. Laying fevered kisses across his collarbone and down a muscular arm she continued until he was able to just kick them off.

Her hand drifted back across his stomach, lowering slowly until her fingers curled around the length of him and she was breathing her pleas to feel him inside of her.