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“Are you sure? I need to know before I lose myself.”
He stood up from the bed, turning away from me. His breath was heavy.
“Yes, I’m sure.”
My voice was more confident than I had expected.
Within a second, his hands were on me.
On my neck, weaving into my hair. His lips flushed against mine. His mouth was so sweet.
Releasing my lips, he kissed my jaw, my neck. I shuddered as his tongue swept down my throat. His hands separated my ass, then the back of my thighs.
Releasing my legs, his fingers freed my breasts from my slip. Kneading right breast as he flicked and nipped my left nipple.
When it was almost overbearing, he switched.
Every movement caused my core to spasm. The heat of his palms melted into the warmth of my body.
Softly, he spread my thighs open, lifting my slip above my hips, he knelt.
“You are beautiful.”
He kissed my left inner thigh. Breath passing over my center as he moved to kiss my right. My heart raced and my back arched in anticipation.
His cool tongue passed over my spot like he knew where it was all of his life. My body twitched.
“You taste like heaven.”
The tip of his tongue agonized me for what felt like hours. I refused to let go of the ecstasy that coursed through my body and he was content to maintain his slow, slow pace.
One of his fingers entered me gently. Pumping in and out, I moaned aloud.
His tongue moved away from me suddenly and his finger stopped.
I whimpered and met his eyes.
He looked tortured… and almost reverent.
My heart raced.
“Did you like that, angel?”
He pumped his finger into me as he did before, causing my mouth to form a silent “O.”
“Yes.” I rasped out, nodding vigorously.
His tongue returned to my folds eagerly as I fought to hold onto the feeling. Sinking a second finger into me, I screamed in passion as my body shot upward from the explosion he created inside of me.
I struggled to catch my breath as he brought my feet onto the bed, shifting me slightly back. He kissed my collarbones and shoulders. Nipping and licking my nipples, he waited as my heart rate slowed.
He was so beautiful.
His dark hair contrasted again his cream shirt, open only enough to expose the top center of his chest.
Hurriedly, I grabbed his shirt and lifted it off of him.
I wanted to see him too.
My hands searched his well toned stomach, stroking the outline of his pecks and lines of his collar. Coming back down from his shoulders to his obliques, I found his hips.
His pants had sunk low. Low enough to see the outline of a V shape… a shape attached to a thick member poking through the soft fabric of his pants.
His body quivered as I traced my fingers down his v-lines, but I hesitated before stroking him.
“Can I touch you?”
He released a breath I didn’t know he had been holding.
“Yes.”
My hand circled the outline of his pants, moving up and down. His hips pumped slightly forward.
“Oh, how can you do this to me?”
He bent down and kissed me as I stroked him. My tongue entering his mouth, I kept in rhythm with my hand. Swirl, stroke, swirl, stroke.
The flavor of myself mixed with his taste was intoxicating.
He twitched before removing his lips from mine. Then, his breathed whispered into my ear, “I want to have you.”
I shuddered.
“Yes.”
Stepping backward off of the bed he took off his pants. His eyes never left mine.
Separating my thighs once more, he looked down at my folds as his hand circled my sensitive spot. His other fingers returned inside of me, making me gasp.
“Let me know if it hurts too much. We can stop.”
I nodded in response and his fingers left me. There was a pause before his hot tip hit my folds.
Our bodies bucked at the contact. Neither of us expected the pull to be so strong.
Meeting his eyes again, I saw his pupils grow and eyebrows tighten. We watched together as he ran his length down my folds again, and again.
We were unashamed by the unintelligible sounds escaping us.
I felt his tip at my entrance as I watched his whole body pause. I did my best to wait while he remained still.
“Your Highness?”
He placed his hand on my shoulder gently, stopping me from moving.
“Sweetheart, just a moment as I regain some sense of composure.”
I lifted my hips up, moving his tip a little deeper.
He sank his elbows onto the bed, forehead down.
“Please.” I begged.
Taking a deep breathe, his rock hard length sank into me. He took his time sliding past my entrance.
Our bodies jerked as he sank deeper and deeper until he met an obstruction.
He stopped. Taking my face in his hands, he peered into my very soul.
“Tell me if it hurts, okay?”
I nodded.
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
He pressed his lips onto mine once more, taking his time as he built another fire inside of me. His tongue danced with mine while his fingers moved back to my clit.
Joy sang through my body as he pressed deeper into me.
I wanted him to be so much deeper.
A “pop!” sounded out and he stopped, checking my face once more.
“Your Highness, please.” I was on fire and I needed him to quench me. I wiggled my hips needily.
His hips pressed forward and he sank further into me. I cried out in pleasure as he moved back and forth inside of me.
He moved like he savored every moment. Gasping and moaning as he clutched body. Drawing me upright, he kneeled and sat myself on top of his lap, hips spread.
I gasped at the new fullness. Using my thighs to throw my self deeper onto him, he shook his head.
“How can you do this to me?”
His mouth found my nipple and I shouted his name.
As we grew closer to our pinnacle he slowed his pace and so did I. Our hips met one another’s slowly, taking our time enjoying every sensation of our skin passing one another’s.
He was hot inside of me. Our juices had spread across my ass and his thighs, making our slow movement slick. His jaw clenched and his eyes met mine once again.
Rolling my head back in pleasure, I drank in the feeling of his tongue climbing up my throat.
I never wanted to feel anything else again.
Gnashing my teeth, I refused to release myself from the ecstasy.
“Ohhhhh.”
His deep, perfect voice groaned out and broke my will.
I screamed his name as I clenched around his cock. Convulsing as he pumped into me harder, faster, stronger. I saw stars as I came undone.
He cried out and I felt his hot cum pour into me. Pressing my thighs down I road his orgasm, causing him to twitch and pump more inside of me.
We continued to push one another further and further over the edge until our bodies grew exhausted and the sticky liquid leaked all over my thighs.
He held my body like a prayer.
Brushing his lips past mine, he lifted me into his arms bridal style and walked us into the bathroom.
Steam rose from the water. The room smelled of lavender and roses.
He held me against him as we sank into the water, placing me on his lap, he rested my head on between his collar and neck. His hand rubbed my left hand before moving up my arm.
Once he thoroughly massaged my left arm, he moved to the right. His hands then sank down my shoulders and back, before meeting the top of my hips and kneading my ass.
My lust was ungovernable. Already, I wanted him to swipe his fingers across my clit and pump himself inside of me again.
How will I ever stop thinking about him now?
I held my breath as his hands released my ass. Fingers traced across my hips and made their way to my flower as if reading my thoughts.
Circling and pinching my sweet spot, I jerked.
He traced every line and made sure to pay careful attention to my sensitive nub as he caressed up and down.
Grabbing my hair in his other hand, he pulled my head back to drink in my moans. His tongue worked in my mouth to match his fingers.
Desperate for more of him, I tried to reach for the length I felt growing larger on my ass cheeks.
He moved me softly, so that my breasts peeked above the petal-strewn water and head rested comfortably. Lifting up my hips to his mouth, he watched my face while he swept his tongue across me.
I thrashed my head and cried out as he pricked and sucked my sensitive nub.
“Please, please, please.”
I openly and brazenly begged him again. Nothing mattered except him being inside of me.
Turning my body in response, he moved my forearms on top of the edge of the large tub and knees on a step closer.
I involuntarily leaned back into him as his tip slicked up and down my wet folds.
We moaned in synchrony. Taking in the sensation of our bodies together. Sinking into me slowly, his hands rubbed my folds and his cock pressed into my core.
I used my forearms and legs to deepen his stroke into me. Water sloshed as we slapped our bodies together.
Though this time we had no control.
I needed to feel his orgasm inside of me again. I raced to grab his delicious pleasure.
Squeezing him tightly inside of me, I broke on his cock. My vision grew dark.
He cried out in ecstasy and jerked inside of me. It felt so good to be full of him. I loved the way he twitched and the way he felt when he came.
Pulling out of me, he sat me into his lap once more, returning to our original position. Our chests rose together while we caught out breath.
His hands massaged soap onto my arms, my breasts, my center, and thighs lovingly. Although exhausted, a small fire began to burn inside of me once more.
Shifting his hands, he began to work on my scalp. Suds formed atop of the water.
Turning my body to face him, I returned the favor. My hands worked soap across his broad chest and toned arms.
Time stretched while we cleaned one another.
He let out a soft, sweet sigh. Brushing my lips with his own he lifted me out of the water and wrapped an absorbent cloth around me, around my hair. Bridal-style, I was carried back into the bedroom and set carefully back on the bed.
My heart twinged at his departure, only to soar upon his return. He carried scented oil with him.
Gingerly, he began to rub the oil on my feet. Moving upward he oiled my calves and thighs.
I was burning again for him. Burning for him to touch me.
He pressed each of his hands deeper into my thighs, making circles with his thumbs and separating them apart. My breathe hitched in anticipation.
He chuckled softly.
“You are perfect.”
Clasping my thighs tightly he slowly took point of his tongue around my nub one again. Going slower as my reactions grew larger.
“Please.” I whimpered.
“Oh my angel, this one is just because you are so, so good.”
I held my breath, only focusing on the pleasure emitting from his tongue. His thumb pressed into the back part of my entrance and my eyes rolled back.
“Come for me, angel.”
My sounds and body were unknown to me as I toppled over the edge. He continued to lick me after I came. His fingers clenched my hips until I was exhausted.
Pulling me to his chest, he laid the covers on top of us and kissed my face. I wanted to return his kiss, to continue, but my body would not move.
My eyes fluttered as I looked up at him. His eyes sparkled and he smiled his crooked smile. He looked exhausted, too.
“Goodnight, my sweet wife.”
Closing my eyes, I felt his lips press against my forehead. Listening to the sound of his heartbeat, I fell asleep.
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