Loving the Forbidden Prince

AYLETH

When Etan took her breast in his mouth it sent a jolt of desire, jagged and bright, from where he sucked, right to her core until she was clenching with desire.

When he took her nipple again, sucking harder, his mouth wider, she gasped. His hips began to roll, and she shivered with delight, reaching for him, to join them.

But Etan's stomach sucked in, putting an inch between them that allowed the rush of cold water on her skin and she shivered as he chuckled—such a deep, rich sound, the vibration of it against her ribs made her want to weep with joy.

"Not yet, my love," he croaked, his voice thick with desire. "Not yet. But in a moment. I have to get clean first."

Images flashed through her mind of Etan's body getting clean, and she jerked her head back up, beaming. "I can help with that!"

Without waiting for his answer, she unhooked her heels and crawled out of his lap, tugging his hand to pull him into slightly shallower water, until he was covered only to the waist. The riverbed fell away here, so she held onto him as she walked to stand behind him, taking the soap from his hand and lathering it up again before she began to stroke his back.

He groaned and let his head drop forward. The muscles over his shoulder blades and upper-back rippled as he allowed himself to relax and Ayleth bit her lip at the beaty of him. Then she began to paint him with her hands, just as he had done to her.

Leaning into his back, she let her soapy palms slide all over his back, his shoulders, down his arms, kneading the thick muscles and the knots within them when she found them, even turning her palms and sliding her hands against his, her fingers between his, letting the soap make the contact smooth and slick.

Etan's breath was coming faster, his back beginning to rise and fall against her chest, but she only smiled and slid her hands back up his arms to his shoulders, then down, to paint and explore his sides and stomach. Then she got brave.

Lathering her hand again, she reached around his trim waist and found him there, the velvet-covered steel of his arousal.

Etan groaned and shivered as she stroked him, the soap making her hand slick. But then he caught her hand, cursing.

"If you keep doing that, this isn't going to happen. And I want you, Ayleth. I must have you."

He started to turn, to loom over her and take her, but Ayleth leaned back, grinning. "You can't yet, I haven't washed your hair."

He froze, staring at her for a dark second, then the light in his eyes flashed and he let himself drop, completely under the surface of the water, coming up, flicking his hair out of his eyes so it slapped her with a spray of cold water.

Ayleth giggled, but bid him to stay crouching in the water so she could reach his hair.

He stayed low, but tipped up his head and she couldn't resist a kiss as she buried her lathered fingers in his hair and began to massage his scalp, as he'd done for her.

His kiss deepened and he groaned then, as she continued to stroke and massage her fingers in his hair, he kissed his way down her jaw, down her neck, back to her breast.

Her fingers tightened then, pulling him against her again. "Oh, I do love that," she gasped. "But... oh..."

"But what, Ayleth," he rasped against her nipple.

"But you haven't rinsed off," she whispered.

He came off her nipple then and stared up at her, his eyes bright with delight. "Rinsed off? My hair?"

She gave a slow smile then, without warning, leaped up so she could put her entire weight on his shoulders and push him back into the water.

He fell backwards, his mouth open in a shocked 'O' and Ayleth giggled like a child.

He came back up, laughing and flicking the water out of his eyes. Ayleth shrank back, shrieking like a child, turning to run for the bank. But he caught her around the waist and whipped her off her feet, whirling her around and throwing her bodily into the deeper water.

Ayleth shrieked again as she flew through the air, but then she dropped into the water and had to close her mouth or swallow half the river.

When she made it to the surface, Etan was already there, laughing hard, but pulling her up, back to his chest, urging her to put her hands around his neck and her legs around his waist, so Ayleth clung like a barnacle as he swept powerful arms through water to return them to shallower, warmer water.

She felt his feet take purchase on the riverbed because it jolted them together, rubbing her against him right where they would join. They both groaned and Etan's hands came down to cup her ass and pull her against him. The next minute was bliss to Ayleth as he pressed hard, grinding against her, her body spasming as the two of them rolled together again and again. She could feel him, shifting her, adjusting the angle, rolling again and she writhed, seeking him, until he groaned and tilted her hips, groaning against her lips.

"Are you... ready?"

"Yes!" she sighed.

Etan's took her mouth again, then grasped her firmly, and found her, taking her in a single, long thrust that had them both groaning.

"God, Ayleth," he rasped. "I love that you're always so ready for me."

"I am always ready for you, Etan," she whispered back, her voice tight and high, but strong as he moved with her and her body lit up, heat and pleasure radiating out from her core wherever they met.

His breath was a loud tear, but barely audible over the rush of the waterfall behind them. And yet, he didn't move quickly. His fingers grasped her, digging into her buttocks and thighs, but she loved it, feeling him want her so desperately. Feeling the steel cords under his skin at his neck and shoulders as he held himself in restraint and took her slowly, slowly, slowly.