Her beauty. Her passion. Her joy.When he’d felt her come apart beneath him, felt her wonder, he’d almost lost it himself. Now he could contain himself no more. It was all he could do not to come as an untried lad simply from looking at the beauty that was Bliss. He dropped his trousers with undo haste, glad that he was not wearing boots this night. It was far easier to slip from his shoes and push his stockings down, stepping from the pile of clothing and toward his princess.He stood for a moment and simply stared. Her breathing was slowing and the flush was slowly fading from her cheeks. He could see the edge of sleep moving into her eyes, even as she gazed at him in wonder. Her eyes centered on his cock and for a moment widened. He felt himself grow and swell, against all possibility, at that gaze.He watched her throat gather and swallow as she stared.His hand dropped to his sex and his fingers wrapped around it. He allowed himself one small stroke as he let his eyes drift lower on her body.
