Kissing The Prince was all I hoped it would be and maybe even more. I hoped it would be fun and flirty. You can even say I hoped it would inspire us to be in the position we found ourselves, me knelt at his feet with his cock in my mouth. But kisses like The Prince offered, slow and sweet with just that little spark of passion that is so damn hard to find? I wanted more than just a little fun. I wanted him holding me close as he fucked me, hard.
I looked up at him from between his legs as I sucked on the head of his cock and saw on his face that his wanted the same things.
“I think I need to be inside you,” he said, matter-of-factly, pulling me to the bed with kisses. He shifted on top of me, teasing my already-soaked slit with the tip of his cock before sinking into me slowly.
His cock in me made the air catch in my lungs. He held still for a moment and it was all I could do to not burst right there, throbbing all over his cock. He curved perfectly to rest against my g-spot. Perfectly. He shifted and began to thrust slowly, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me deeply. It’s not often that the fantasy you’ve played out in your head for so long comes to life. But The Prince was real, very real, and making me moan just like I always imagined he would.
My hips rose slightly to meet him as he began to thrust harder, faster, deeper. I called out his name, wanting more and not being left disappointed. My pussy splashed, so very wet for him, and I reached down to rub my clit as he pounded into me. His lips were everywhere, on my own lips, on my neck, on my chest, on my breasts, and back on my lips again. I wrapped my legs around him and the moments began to blur together.
Moaning breathlessly. My legs pushed over my head. Feeling him
impossibly deep in me. His cock teasing my clit before plunging back
into me. Pulling me to the edge of the bed so he could stand and fuck me
some more. Him pulling out only to replace his cock with his tongue,
lapping at me, teasing me, making me beg for more. Begging, needing his
cock in me again. Gasping as he entered me, this time from behind.
Flipping me over to fuck me face-to-face again, those lips always
finding mine. This is how sex should be.
I came, loud and hard and bucking against him as I called out his name, not wanting it to end. He followed soon after, pulling out to cum all over me, and after cleaning up, he lay beside me and I curled up to him, just for a minute, closing my eyes so I could remember that wonderful moment of snuggles after awesome sex, even when he was gone. I’m a hopeless romantic that way, I guess. A hopeless romantic slut, considering that what I remember most about that moment with his strong arms around me was how my pussy was already aching for his cock again.
And although he would have to leave for home a few days later, that ache didn’t go unanswered…