An American Cinderella:A Royal Love Story(27)

I could hear him getting more and more excited, slowly losing more and  more control. I turned around, giving him a deep kiss. He moaned a  little into my mouth as his tongue quested within. Every inch of the  front of my body touched every inch of the front of his body, and the  feeling of his pectorals against my breasts was amazing. I could have  stayed right there all night.

Without warning, he stepped toward me. As I pressed into his chest, I  realized I would let him take me right here, no questions asked. I was  on the pill and I trusted him.

However, he reached past me to pull back the shower curtain and set out,  reaching back and grabbing my hand as he did so. We paused when we got  to my bed for a deep kiss, and for a moment I wondered if we should dry  off before getting on the bed, but instead I decided to throw caution to  the wind.         

     



 

I know, I'm a rebel.

He continued to kiss me as he guided me down gently to the bed, his body  moving with mine. For a moment, I thought he was going to just slide  right into me, but he quickly created a little space between our lower  bodies. I ached to have him inside of me.

Instead, he kissed downward, beginning at my neck. He lingered at my  throat for a moment before moving farther down. A moment ago, in the  shower, my breasts had been up against his chest, and then in a  steam-filled shower. The sudden rush of cold air from the bedroom made  my nipples hard. He took my breasts in his hands, moving his mouth from  one to the other. I let out a little sound of appreciation as he looked  up at me, flicking his tongue against one and then the other.

Finally, he began moving even further down, past my belly button. I knew  what was coming, so I bent my knees and brought my feet up to the bed,  spreading my legs.

Without missing a beat, he grabbed one of my feet and began to kiss it. I  giggled a little as he moved his kisses upward. He put his foot on his  shoulder as he kissed my calf, then the inside of my knee, then inside  my thigh, getting closer and closer to my sweet spot.

His kisses on my leg became slower and more sensual as he moved higher  and higher. I began to writhe a little in anticipation as he got closer,  wondering how good this was going to feel.

Just as I thought I couldn't take anymore, he took his mouth from my leg. "Are you ready?" he asked.

I locked my eyes with his and nodded my head fiercely. I gave him my  best puppy dog eyes, telepathically pleading with him to give me  release.

"Good," he said. He dropped my foot and grabbed my other foot, beginning to kiss it, slowly working his way upward.

"That's not fair," I cried out, although it still felt great.

He smiled and began to kiss up my leg faster, as if his own anticipation  were getting in his way this time. In a moment, he was between my legs  again. He built up the anticipation by making those same long, luxurious  kisses on the very top of the inside of my thigh, until my writhing got  too much for him to take.

I moaned as I felt his tongue press against me, slowly working its way  upward as if he were tasting me. I could feel his breath on my clit  before the pressure of his tongue took over, lapping at it softly. I  wanted to make sound, but instead, my jaw just dropped in a bit of a  silent scream. He picked up the pace and I found myself building toward  the fastest orgasm of my life.

I tried not to close my legs on his head, but as the sensation  overwhelmed me, my muscles started to twitch before losing control  completely. My hips bucked as he continued with the same speed and  pressure, driving me to further and further heights of pleasure.

As I was coming down, his arms wrapped around each of my legs, pulling  them back open. I tried to relax, but the pleasure running through my  veins was hard to control.

As my muscles stopped twitching, I slowly opened my eyes. He pulled away  with a smile, and I spread my legs back open in invitation. I wanted  him, and I knew he wanted me.

He pulled out a small plastic square from seemingly thin air. He must  have had it in his pants pocket and I hadn't seen him grab it. I watched  as he carefully opened it and slipped on the condom inside. The sheath  seemed to strain a little against his hardness.

I sighed with pleasure as he positioned himself between my legs. I was  already so wet that when he pressed against my opening, there was no  resistance at all. I locked eyes with him as he started shallow, letting  my body open to him.

His eyes darted down to my breasts, which were already moving with a  cadence. My hands went to them pressing them up a little as if to offer  them to him. He eagerly accepted, lowering his face to one. His weight  shifted as he started to thrust deeper, the animal instincts within him  causing his hip flexor muscles to start to pump.

I started to buck my hips, trying to take more and more of him in. The  heat inside of me began to rise again. My arms went behind his back as I  moved my body in rhythm with his. My nails dug in a little bit and he  pulled away from my nipple, moving his mouth to mine and giving me a  deep kiss. The feeling of his tongue in my mouth was enough to send me  over the edge. I cried out, his name on my lips as I lost control.

Every thrust, every motion was magnified. I rode on a cloud of pleasure  for what felt like infinity. Time had no meaning with his body entwined  with mine.

When I regained my senses, I realized I was gripping him maybe a little  bit too hard. I relaxed and moved my mouth to his shoulder, giving him a  small bite. That seemed to spur him on, and he grunted as he wrapped  his hands around my back and pulled me up. His feet went off the bed as  his hands moved to my ass, never pulling out of me as he lifted me off  the bed.         

     



 

For a moment I was a little worried. No man had ever lifted me up like  this before during sex, especially after I was wet from a shower.  However, when I looked down at his rippling pectorals, I knew that the  years of rugby had paid off and that this wasn't even a strain for him.

He rocked me against his body. I leaned back with my hands around the  back of his neck, letting him move me wherever he wanted to. He looked  at me with those same beautiful eyes that he had since we met, and I  found myself bouncing against him with all the energy I could muster.

In a few more moments, he gently lowered me to the floor. My feet had  barely touched the ground before he pressed on my hips, turning me  around toward the bed. I leaned forward, putting my hands on the bed  before lifting one of my knees up there as well. When I arched my back, I  heard him growl as he held me still, pressing into me.

Soon, I was the one moaning. He began to thrust hard and deep. My wet  hair fell into my face, so I pushed it up and behind me. I heard him  inhale sharply and grab me a little tighter. I loved the effect I had on  him, and decided to give him a show.

I pushed my head down, pulled my hair down in front of my face, then  threw my head back. My wet hair went wild before landing on my back.

"That's so hot," I heard him say through gritted teeth. His hands left  my hips and grabbed onto my hair, pulling gently. My hands left the bed  and I leaned back into him as he began to run the strands through his  fingers, stroking it like he had in the shower.

His hips stopped moving for a moment as he pulled my hair to his face. I  couldn't let him stop that easily, so I began to move on my own, as  much as his hands would let me. I pushed back on him, taking in as much  of him as I could.

"That feels so good," he groaned. That was all the encouragement I  needed. I kept moving, moaning as I did so. My hand went back behind my  head, entangling with his as he continued to grasp and play with my  hair.

He began to pant so I moved a little faster. His hands froze in my hair,  pulling me gently backward as I continued to massage him inside of me.  Suddenly, I felt him swell within me as he tightened his fists. I  moaned, loving the feeling of his release as he took a couple of final,  slow strokes inside of me before releasing my hair.

I fell forward a little, still holding myself up so that he didn't leave  of me. He continued to slowly thrust in me, clearly enjoying the  sensation. In another moment, he slowly pulled out of me. I let my arms  out from under me, letting my body slide to the bed, burying my face in  the comforter.

I could have laid there forever, I felt so complete, so satisfied. If  not for the tingle of his fingertips running against my ass, I might  have fallen asleep right there. I moaned happily as he moved his fingers  up and down my back, clearly enjoying the way I looked and felt.

"So, do you want to just fall asleep there, or do you want to snuggle?" he asked.

I looked back. He was still completely naked and definitely in a state  of post-coital bliss. "Snuggle of course," I said. He grinned and pulled  the comforter back, sliding under it while I was still laying down. I  quickly went to the other side of the bed and got under with him,  immediately laying my head on his shoulder and putting my arm on his  chest.