Mistress to the Prince (21 page)

Tara
didn’t want the same scenario as last night so she pushed his jacket off his shoulders, then quickly unbuttoned his shirt.  Once his chest was free of the fabric, she ran her fingers over the tanned skin, loving the feel of the muscles flexing wherever she touched. 

Her hands moved to the waistband of his slacks and within moments, he was tossing his pants off onto a chair, quickly coming back to take her back into his arms. 

He was now completely naked and he lifted her up and placed her in the center of the bed.  He pulled her shoes off, one by one, then did the same for her stockings, making the feel of the silk coming down her legs sensuous.  Her underwear followed and when she was completely naked, he stared down at her. 

Tara
was suddenly shy and tried to cover herself, but he shook his
head.  “No
way. I’ve waited too long to see you like this.  I’m going to look my fill,” he said and pulled her hands away from her breasts.  But instead of looking, his mouth followed where his hands had been, causing
Tara
to cry out from the sensations his mouth created inside her.  Her hips moved and his hand came down to slide against her waist, feeling the satin softness of her hip. 

His mouth moved to her other breast, giving that one equal attention. 
Tara
arched her back, giving him greater access and holding his head in place, desperate for more but also pleading with him to stop.

Max bent her leg
s
and pulled her closer while his mouth moved lower on her body. 
Tara
’s hands were on his shoulders but when his mouth dipped even lower, her fists gripped his hair, trying to stop him from going even lower.  “No, Max, please, no more.”

“Yes, more,” he said and smiled as his mouth moved even lower.  His hands grabbed hers and held them while his mouth found the core of her being.  Within moments,
Tara
was splintering into a million pieces as her orgasm rolled over her. 

Max didn’t wait.  He moved up and reached into the drawer beside his bed.  After putting the condom on himself, he positioned himself between her legs, then watched her face as he slowly entered her softness.
She didn’t even have time to acknowledge the slight pain when he broke through her barrier, she was too desperate to feel all of him, experience the magic he was weaving around her. 

Tara
’s legs curled up and moved around his waist, pulling him in deeper and the sensations started all over again only stronger this time. 
Tara
couldn’t talk or think.  All she could do was hold on to Max’s shoulders as he carried her to yet another orgasm.  Max found his own fulfillment moments later, collapsing on top of her as the world disappeared for the two of them. 

A long time later, Max lifted his head from her neck and pulled his weight off her, putting most of it onto his forearms.  “I’m sorry, am I crushing you?” he asked, while one hand twirled a long, silky lock between his fingers. 

“No,” she whispered, not able to speak just yet. 

Max looked down at her face and noticed her smile.  “I guess I don’t need to ask if it was good for you?”

Tara
laughed.  “No,” she said, still a little amazed at how wonderful it could be.  Then she looked up at him and became a little nervous.  “Were you…did you ….?” She couldn’t get the question out.

Max’s laugh was deep in his throat.  “Yes.  Very much so.” 

“Oh,” was all she could reply. 

“Haven’t you ever…”

Tara
stopped him before he could finish the question.  “Not like that,” she said as primly as she could while still naked and underneath him. 

“Why not?” he asked, extremely curious.

Tara
tried rolling over but he wouldn’t let her hide from him.  “Because I just haven’t.  Okay?”

Max kissed her gently.  “If it is any consolation, I haven’t either,” he said. 

Tara
rolled her eyes.  “I don’t believe you.”

“Well, I’ve always found satisfaction, but not like that,” he laughed.  “You make me lose control,” he growled and pulled her on top of him.  “I knew it would be incredible with you,” he said and started plucking the pins out of her hair and tossing them onto the bedside table.  Eventually, her hair tumbled down around her shoulders. 

Once he had all her hair unpinned, he ran his fingers through the still curly locks.  “In fact,” he said, sitting up himself and started nibbling on her shoulder, “I’d like to again,” he said.

Tara
’s body instantly tensed. “Again?  Is that possible?”

Max c
huckled.  “It’
s not only possible, but probable.”  A moment later, his hand moved up her stomach and found her left breast.  “One could even say necessary,” he growled.

Tara
wiggled beneath his touch and her body responded instantly.  “I can’t really seem to say no to you, can I?”

“No.  Especially when you don’t want to,” he said and his mouth captured her nipple.

“Well, that’s true enough,” she gasped and her hands started roving over his body.  Tara was tentative at first, but when he groaned with her touch, she grew bolder, eventually pushing him back against the pillows and letting her mouth taste and nibble at his incredible body. 

When she moved lower, Max growled, half chuckling at her destination.  “You can’t do that,” he said and lifted her up so she was straddling him. 

“
Why not?”
she asked.

“Because I want you here,” he said and lowered her onto his erection.  He held her hips and showed her how to move.  Eventually, she took over the rhythm and he allowed her to set the pace.  When he couldn’t take it any longer, he reached down with his hand and helped her along.  They came together, this time with
Tara
falling onto his chest, crying out her release. 

By morning,
Tara
was still exhausted.  They hadn’t fallen asleep until after three in the morning.  Max had woken her up two more times during the night to make love to her.  So the sun was high in the sky when she rolled over, feeling confused and still tired.

“Good morning, sleepy head,” he said from the bathroom. 

Tara
turned her head and found him walking out of the bathroom.  He had just come out of the shower, but had a robe on this time instead of just a towel like he had the last time. 
Good grief, was it only one week ago that she’d fallen asleep on him at the party? 
“How are you feeling?” he asked, sitting down beside her and kissing her gently.

Tara
considered that question for a long moment.  “I’m not sure,” she said and smiled. “I think I’m okay, but you’ll have to give me time to adjust.  I don’t think I’ve ever used some of those muscles before.”
  She knew she was blushing and wished she could be more sophisticated about the moment but she just wasn’t used to waking up in other men’s beds.  This was definitely a first for her. 
Or a second, if last week counted. 
She wasn’t sure what the protocol was. 

Max laughed
, amused with her attempts to act sophisticated but enchanted nevertheless
.
  He wouldn’t spoil it for her though by pointing out how cute she looked holdi
ng the sheet over her incredible
body as if he hadn’t seen and touched every delectable inch of her during the night.
  “Good.  How about some breakfast
?
”

Tara
wasn’t really hungry for some reason but she didn’t want to lie in bed as if she were some sort of hussy who couldn’t get enough of her man, although that was the case.  A
s
soon as he’d walked out of the bathroom, her body had responded and her heartbeat had accelerated, wanting him to touch her and make love to her yet again. 
“As long as there’s coffee, I’m up for anything,” she said, yawning deeply.  She stretched and rolled onto her side, not yet ready to get out of bed. 

Max could read the signs well enough.  He’d been with enough women to know desire for something other than food was what was on the table.  And since his body was just as hard and ready for her as he had been last night, he just tossed his robe onto the floor and got into bed with her. 
“Well, if you’re going to stay there,” he said, and started to pull back the covers. 

“No!”
Tara
laughed, holding the sheet to her chest. 

Max laughed at her modesty.  “
Tara
, there isn’t an inch on your body that I haven’t seen and tasted with my mouth.  How in the world can you be shy after last night?”
His mouth nibbled her shoulder, then kissed the area, sending shivers along her body.  His hands slipped underneath the sheet, feeling for and finding her body easily. 

Tara
shook her head
but gasped when his hand found her breast
.  “I don’t know
,” she said breathlessly
. 
“
I just am.  So let me get out of bed with a little bit of dignity and get to the bathroom so I can shower,” she said.

“I’m not turning my head away,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“Please?” she asked. 

Max
chuckled again
. “No.”  And without any warning, he lifted her into his arms and carried her naked into the shower. 

Tara
screeched slightly and tried to grab for the sheet, but he moved her out of arm’s reach quickly and then walked easily to the bathroom. 
He dumped her onto her feet in the shower, then turned on the water which was already warm. 

Tara
tried covering herself while rinsing off but Max just leaned against the shower door and watched her.  “How is it that someone as incredibly beautiful as you are, doesn’t have any experience with men like this
?
”

Tara
just shrugged and turned her back on him, not wanting to discuss the topic.  But he wasn’t having any of that. 

“You’re going to answer my questions,
Tara
, one way or another,” he said and stepped into the shower.  He backed her up against the marble wall, pinning her there with his already hard body. 
“I’m always up for a challenge,” he said and ran a water slickened hand up her body, stopping at strategic place
s
to enjoy her gasps of pleasure. 

Tara
wanted to touch him as well, finding that she liked the way her hands could elicit reactions from him just as he could from her.  Her hand ran down his shoulders, stopping to enjoy the muscular biceps and her mouth moved forward, her lips touching his male nipple and enjoying his groan in reaction. 
“I’m glad you could join me,” she said and pushed the wet hair out of her face. 

“
Tara
, I brought the subject up last night and now that I think about it you never really answered me.  You’re not getting out of it again this time. 
Answer the question.  Haven’t you ever had a lover before?”

“No,” she replied and grabbed the soap that was beside her.  She lathered her hands, then rubbed them over his shoulders, moving her slick body against his in an attempt to distract him from the conversation. 

“Not going to be that easy,
”
he said and pinned her hands above her head.  “Answer me,” he demanded.

Tara
sighed.  “Max, do you really want to know my boring sexual history?”

“I want to know everything about you,” he answered.

“Fine,” she said.  “I had one
almost-
sexual encounter when I was in college.  It wasn’t what everyone said it would be like
so it never got to the point where I was willing to actually have the sexual act
.  It wasn’t awful but nothing spectacular.”
  She didn’t mention how she’d cried afterwards in frustration and humiliation.  Or how the man had
become furious when she wouldn’t “put out” as he’d so quaintly put it that awful night
, leaving her to dress and slip out of the door by herself.  And she was definitely not going to mention how he never spoke to her again after that one night.  Had in fact purposely ignored her in class the following week.