Chosen Bride of the Seven Dark Princes

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT]

Lucas sighed. "You're trying to distract me, but it's not going to work this time."

"Why? Is your hard-on too sad to feel anything?" Candace asked with a cheeky grin as she hovered over him and began raining butterfly kisses onto his jawline and his neck. "Do kisses not work any more?"

Of course they worked, Lucas crossly thought. They worked far too well since she knew exactly where to kiss to turn his insides to soft melted butter.

She knew he loved having his jawline kissed and she knew he loved having his neck licked.

Lucas shut his eyes to keep the brilliance of her smile from distracting his very real, very sad thoughts about losing her for six weeks to his brothers.

Unfortunately, he could do little about the sensations she was building up in him with her nuzzling lips and little pink tongue, licking his skin.

"I'm not going to be able to see you for six weeks." He mumbled with a pout. "That's like forever. You're such a huge part of my life now that I won't know what to do with myself."

Candace moved back up and covered her mouth with his own, effectively silencing his grumblings. She began sucking gently on his juicy lower lip until he quivered with erotic sensations.

"Hmmmmm." His throat gave an involuntary groan. She was barely just starting to kiss him and already, his body had started to react in a big way.

His tongue came out, wanting the same treatment so Candace latched onto it and gently sucked that too.

"Nnngggggghhh." He heard himself sob with delight as she continued invading deep into his mouth with her delicious tongue, causing all sorts of feels to swirl around his body.

He reached for her head, running his fingers through her long silky blonde hair. With both hands, he gathered up her long tresses into a tidy bundle and held it back to make it easier for her to kiss him

Its silken length was a darker color than his own long ash blond hair, the color richer and more intense. He loved her hair so much.

Heaving a great sigh, Lucas tried to refocus on his tragic circumstances, but it was already too late.

Her soft pink lips were already starting to roam downwards tickling at his male nipples. Unfortunately for Lucas, he had been born with male-looking nipples that had more nerve endings than most women had.

He took a deep breath and held it in, trying hard not to shiver with delight. What would Candace think if she knew that he loved getting his nipples fondled and suckled? That would be too embarrassing.

"Lucas," Candace was mumbling around his nipple. "Love, I have an idea."

"Hmmmmm?" He responded, not daring to open his mouth for fear he would moan with ecstasy as her mouth continued to torment one of his nipples while her hand rolled and pinched his other nipple.

"We have the rest of today to do anything we want. Why don't we try making love as long as possible?"

"Hmmmm?" He asked again.

Being new to all of this lovemaking, Lucas could never last very long. It just felt too good for his body to handle. He made up for it with his hands and lips, and repeated short bursts of coupling, but to go the distance, he hadn't quite mastered that yet.

Of course, he couldn't tell her that. Too embarrassing.

Candace plopped her body back down onto the large towel and slapped her chest.

"Come up on top of me." She invited.

Lucas rolled onto his forearms and gazed down at her. She was a tiny woman and he was tall and big. Was she asking him to crush her?

He climbed onto her body, his hands outstretched to keep most of his weight off her.

"Lookie there," she pointed to his male member that had grown stiff and hard from her licking and sucking his nipples.

He looked down, feeling a tiny bit of shyness creeping back up again. He fought it down hard. She was his legal wife and they were having normal intimate loving relations.

"I'm not going to touch you there because that's too much stimulation." She was murmuring into his hear. "You're going to try and enter me without using your hands."

Lucas nodded. He could do that.

"Now, once you are in, stroke inside me until you feel as if you are ready to climax. As soon as you feel the urge starting to rise, pull it out and rest it on top of me."

Lucas nodded again. He could do that…he hoped.

Her hands reached up and cupped his face.

"Remember. No hands." She smiled encouragingly.

He nodded. This he could do. He was still resting the bulk of his torso on his forearms and holding his weight off her body so his hands were not quite free to do much anyway.

Lucas slipped a knee between her legs and separated her thighs. Then he began moving his hips to align the head of his shaft in between the lips of her soft warm peach.

She was already so wet he didn't need to do anything.

Following his natural instincts plus the experience he'd gained this entire week, Lucas rooted around until he found entry. With a barely suppressed moan, he slipped his body into hers.

As her softness surrounded him, Lucas began to lose his sense of reality. Everything was a pinkish purple haze of ecstasy.

What was it she told him to do? Oh yes. Pull out if he felt the urge coming on too strong.

But what if it had already started off too strong? Should he just pull out right away?

No. He needed to soldier on as much as possible.

He stroke a couple of times inside of her, feeling his need rising. It was rising too fast.

Panting, Lucas scrunched up his face and bore the brunt of staving off the rising tides of his desire. The feeling was so good, he did not want to pull out.

But she was his goddess. If she said he had to pull out right before he ejaculated, then he would do everything he could to follow her directions.

Gritting his teeth, he pulled out of her body.

Who was he kidding? He was just a two-stroke engine that couldn't do much more than stroke twice before he sputtered and spewed his load.

"There you go. Good job."

Lucas blinked with astonishment. Candace was actually praising him for his two strokes!

Emboldened by her praise, he began running through his head, the latest script that he had memorized right before Byron killed his movie deal.

It was a boring dialogue having to do with criminal justice or some other dull thing that needed his looks and fame to lift it out of the doldrums.

The script helped cool down his ardor for a bit and within minutes, he was ready to try again.

He took a deep breath and repositioned himself.

Slowly, he began entering her. Slowly and gently so he would not trip the latch too quickly, he pushed himself all the way up to the hilt.

Candace took a swift intake of breath and shuddered. He had hit her O spot with that gentle thrust. She tried not to spasm around him, knowing that her strong vaginal muscles could provide too much stimulation for his shaft.

They looked at each other with impish grins and Lucas nearly laughed out loud.

He wasn't the only one who was trying hard not to come. She was also nearly there and probably chanting boring prayers inside her head to keep her pretty pink pussy from biting down on his shaft.

Lucas breathed.

Here we go again.