He was still down there when I came back to myself, a smug smile on his gorgeous face. With a wink, he slid back up my body to end up exactly where he'd been before, his face even with my breasts.
“Your arms still okay? Not numb or hurting?”
I shook my head automatically.
“You sure?”
Words wouldn't form. I nodded instead.
“Good. I want to try that again.”
“Again?” I croaked.
“Unless you want me to stop. I could go get that book you mentioned.”
I managed a weak smile and shook my head one more time. “If you really want to try again, I won't talk you out of it.”
That wicked grin was so hot, if I hadn't just come I'd be on the edge. But I had, and it was going to take me some time to get there again. I thought. Turns out, when Royal got his mouth on me, it didn't take long at all. He worshiped my breasts, leaving my nipples swollen and hard, each suck drawing whimpers from my throat.
This time he made his way down my body even more slowly, skipping my pussy to nip my inner thigh, to spread my legs wide and explore every inch of me. I was beyond embarrassment, too eager and aroused to think to stop him. Two fingers slid inside, stretching me as they filled me, his mouth sucking my clit again, shooting me straight for the stars.
Out of nowhere, he stopped. I cried out in frustration. Not that I hadn't already had two orgasms, but now I wanted one more. So greedy for him. He was turning me into a monster. Royal disappeared, the bed shifting as he got up and—thank God—grabbed the second condom.
“I need to feel you come on my cock again.” He rolled on the condom a lot faster than I'd managed it before, and he was between my legs, his cock pushing inside, my pussy swollen and over-sensitive. My brain short-circuited from the overload. It felt so good, so fucking amazingly good to have him there, filling me, his big body on top of me, eclipsing everything but Royal and the sheer, knife-edge pleasure of fucking him.
I couldn't think, couldn't even moan his name. My knees came up, lifting my body to him, open, inviting everything he could give me and more. With a low growl, he fucked me harder, every thrust slamming the base of his cock right into my clit, his cock claiming every inch of my pussy, my body, for his own.
I don't think 'orgasm' is the right word for it. The pleasure didn't peak this time. No, it detonated, turning me inside out, remaking me into a different woman. Royal's woman. And the idea of that didn't scare me in the least. Not then, with emotion flooding me, filling every cell in my body, every corner of my mind and my heart.
Every lonely dark place in my soul was bright with Royal.
I held him tight with my legs as he came, his face almost bestial in his release. My arms were free before he had a chance to relax, the tie tossed to the floor as he rolled me into his arms. We clung to each other, hearts pounding, sweat gluing us together, breath panting in unison.
Neither of us spoke. I didn't have words. I couldn't tell him what I was feeling, not yet. I wasn't quite ready for that. But I wasn't going to pretend this was just sex. Wasn't going to make a quip and roll off the bed for the bathroom.
Royal stroked my hair, his face buried in my neck, saving me from having to think of what to say. I was drifting off, so warm and wrung out that it took me a minute to realize he was getting up. “Where you going?” I managed to mumble.
“Nowhere, I'll be right back.”
I heard sounds, maybe from the bathroom. Royal walking around. At one point, he said, “Here,” and lifted my head to slide something underneath. Not a pillow. I cracked one eye. A folded blanket. Much better than the bare mattress.
I cracked my eyes again when the wet cloth stroked down my skin, cleaning off the sweat and leaving me wonderfully cool under the faint breeze from the open window. With a nudge, he rolled me over, treating my backside to the same slow, careful strokes of the cloth. Then the cloth was gone and Royal was there, rolling me into him so my head rested on his chest, a blanket covering us lightly. I drifted off again, one arm flung over Royal's waist, fingers curled into his side, holding on to him even in sleep.
My bladder woke me later. I wasn't wearing a watch, but the sky outside the watchtower was dark, sparkling with stars. The rain was over, the air in the watchtower a little cool when I slipped from the cozy cocoon Royal and I had created beneath the blanket. He'd left one of the oil lamps burning low, making it easy to find my way to the tiny closet of a bathroom. I managed to figure out the composting toilet in the near-dark, pouring water on a towel in lieu of washing my hands.