The King's Lover-Chapter 513: Take It Off

Caius moved his hand on her waist upward, clearly intending to torture her with it. Rose tried to escape his grasp, but his weight pinned her to the bed. He was also pressing himself just right between her legs, which made it impossible to ignore.

She pulled a hand free while struggling against him, but all that movement made her more aroused and more aware of the heavy, intoxicating weight of him pinning her down, the rough slide of his palm on her skin, and the jolting shock of her nipples grazing the hard plane of his chest.

Rose’s free hand clenched the sheets as Caius kissed her hard to stop her from moving so much. But it only made her grind harder against him, hating the cloth between them.

She was beginning to wonder if she might have to beg at this rate.

Caius moved his fingers to her chest, and Rose slipped her hands between them, finding the rim of his pants. She tried to slip her hand through the space, but Caius moved out of her reach as he broke the kiss and replaced his hand on her nipple with his tongue.

"Your Majesty," Rose cried as her free hand grabbed his head.

He was impassive to her cries as he drew a circle around her nipple with his tongue. He flicked it and popped it into his mouth with a sound too loud in the confined space.

Rose wiggled underneath him, but Caius wasn’t nearly done as he sucked hard then lightly rotated her nipple between his teeth while his hand gave her other side the same slow attention.

Rose was losing it. She freed her other hand and grabbed his head, lifting him off her chest. "Your Majesty," she said, lifting her leg so it pressed against his erection.

Caius closed his eyes as his breath came out in a sharp hiss.

"Take it off," she said again. Her voice betrayed just how aroused she was, but Rose didn’t care.

"Your wish is my command," he replied and leaned forward, taking her lips into his once more.

Rose closed her eyes as they kissed, enjoying the feel of his lips against hers and the way he pressed his bulge against her soft, sensitive spot. She groaned into his mouth, and Caius sucked on her tongue.

She ground against him as the heat she felt threatened to overflow. She stretched her hand down and grabbed his waistline trying to pull his pants down. Caius smiled into her lips and broke the kiss.

Caius pulled back, staring at her with lustful eyes. "You are impatient," he teased.

"Am I?" Rose asked as she stared at his pants.

A spreading, sticky wet patch could be seen just where his tip would be.

"Are you sure this is me?" he smirked.

Rose returned his smirk, leaned forward, and drew a circle over the wet patch, and Caius swore as she could feel her fingers through the fabric.

It also didn’t help that he had a full view of her cunt as she spread her legs. Caius could swear that her glistening pink folds waved at him, beckoning him on.

"Do I have to say it again?" Rose asked as she widened her legs even more. His hard stare was enough to drive her to the edge.

"No," Caius said and undid the button on his pants.

He wasn’t nearly done when his hard cock sprang out, clearly impatient. Rose didn’t think; she reached out to touch him, and Caius’s jaw tightened as her palm circled his slick head.

She rubbed the top with her thumb, and Caius buckled against her grip. She smiled and made to stroke him, but he brushed her hand away, grabbed her waist, and plunged right into her.

Rose gripped the sheets as her butt lifted off the bed, her legs shaking lightly.

Caius grunted as they joined, his sounds overshadowing hers. Caius was moving almost immediately.

"Oh fuck!"

Rose was slick and ready. She sucked him in, and Caius couldn’t hold back as he pumped into her. He had been worried about this, but Rose’s reaction was all the encouragement he needed.

The sounds he made drove her mad and the way he thrust in and out left her gasping for air. She could barely speak as pleasure flowed through her body.

"Your Majesty," she cried as she shook against him.

Caius lay over her, and she wrapped her arms around him, urging him on as they both found a rhythm. Sounds filled the room, and Rose dug her nails into his back, screaming his name.

His movements were steady as he thrust into her with a strained expression, sweat glistening on his forehead. Caius couldn’t put his feelings into words as he stared at her. It felt as though they were joined body and soul.

He searched for her lips, and as soon as she realized what he wanted, Rose kissed him, pressing her face hard against his lips as she tightened her arms around his neck.

Her breath caught as the feeling intensified. She gasped against him, her lips breaking the kiss briefly. Caius kissed her again, the two of them moving as one.

She could tell he was close; his breath sounded ragged and labored, and knowing that was enough to have her shaking against him as she climaxed.

Caius didn’t slow down as she came; rather, he increased the pace, and Rose had to dig her nails into his arms as she yelled. She was too sensitive, and it felt as though she might come apart.

Caius stopped moving, and the two of them relaxed in each other’s arms. Caius rolled onto his side to avoid putting his weight on her and pulled her onto his chest.

Rose didn’t have any energy to fight him, so she bit his chest, and he chuckled.

"I warned you," he whispered and kissed the top of her head. "Would you like me to make it up to you?"

Rose didn’t have the chance to protest before he lifted her face and planted a sound kiss on her lips.