I ease in a little more and push through her ring of muscles. Both of us groan. "Fuck, you’re so damn tight, Princess. You’re fucking killing me here."
"If you don’t open your heart to people, you end up being excluded from the rest of the world," she mumbles under her breath.
"Gesü Cristo, it turns me on when you say those quotes, you know that?" My cock throbs, and my balls tighten. The blood rushes to my groin and I have to draw in a breath, then another. I grip her hips as I impale her.
"Oh, god, Seb," she whimpers as I grind my pelvis against the softness of her butt. I pull back, then thrust forward. My balls slap against her flesh. She contracts around me and a groan rumbles up my chest.
"Cazzo." I squeeze her hips as I begin to move—pull back, then lunge forward. The entire table shakes. Her body moves forward with the impact.
"Seb," she cries out. Her entire body jolts. "Oh, god, I’m going to—"
"Don’t you dare," I growl. "Don’t you dare come, Princess."
"Please," she whines. "Please, please, please."
Her thigh muscles spasm as I pull back, then brace my booted feet on the ground, before I plunge forward again. A bead of sweat slides down my temple as I slam into her. I hit a spot deep inside her, and she opens her mouth in a wordless cry. A trembling grips her. Her spine curves. She pulls back her shoulders, and that’s when I lean forward and place my cheek against hers.
"Come for me, baby. Come right now."
Her entire body tenses, then she shudders as her inner walls constrict around my shaft, and she shatters. I continue to move in and out of her as the aftershocks grip her. My balls draw up, and I groan as I empty myself inside her. I lower my body to hers, place my cheek against hers, as my orgasm seems to go on and on. When it finally fades away, I open my eyes and straighten, only to find her still, her breathing almost steady.
"Princess..." I drag my mouth against her lips. "You awake?"
"Hmm?" She flutters her eyes open. Her pupils are dilated, so there’s only a ring of blue left around the black.
I pull out of her, and she winces.
"Did I hurt you?"
She shakes her head, her features still wearing a dazed expression. I reach for a napkin from the table and clean myself before tucking myself back in. Then I fold the napkin and run it between her legs.
"What are you doing?" She tries to straighten, but I hold her down. "Hush, let me clean you up, baby."
I complete the job, toss the napkin aside, then flip down her skirt. I reach over, take her hand, and pull her up to standing, then turn her to face me. She sways and I righten her. "You okay?"
"I think so." Her eyes are clearer.
I pull out her panties, then squat down and hold them out. She steps into them and I pull them up her legs, pushing her skirt out of the way. I settle them over her hips, then smooth her skirt down over her legs.
"I’m clean," she murmurs. "I can show you the paperwork."
"Me, too." I tuck a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear. "I also know you’re on the pill. Not that it matters this time, but for the future."
"How do you—"?" She frowns, then her forehead clears. "You had me checked out?"
"It would have been careless of me if I hadn't before I proposed to you."
She pales, then squares her shoulders. "And?" She firms her lips. "What did you find?"
"Nothing you haven't already told me." If I hadn't been watching her closely, I might not have noticed her shoulders relax. Is she hiding something from me?
She tips up her chin and glowers at me. "Naturally, there's nothing else you could have found; because I told you everything."
Was that too emphatic a statement? Something prickles the edges of my subconscious mind, but I push it away. This is Elsa. There's no way she could be lying to me. Most likely, she's unnerved that I had her checked out, which is understandable.
"I know you have," I interject. "And the only reason I brought up the pill is because, while I’ve always used condoms in the past, I’d rather not with you."
"Oh." She blinks rapidly. "Okay, then."