Natalie Vs. Prince

I could stop now but, well, she asked for more, didn’t she?. As she twitches and squirms in her seat, ecstasy rippling under her skin, my finger never leaves the button. I can already see beads of sweat dripping down her forehead, her whole body tensing up as if she’s having an heart attack. She presses her back hard against the seat, pushing with her legs agains

t the floor as a wild smile dances on her lips, one arm pushing against the edge of the balcony.

I curl my fingers around the remote, pressing all four buttons at the same time. She jumps up in her seat, her eyes widening, and grabs my leg so strongly that I grimace. I look at her and, seeing the strained lines in her face, I can almost feel the intense and mind blowing pleasure that spreads from her pussy to her whole body. The seat between her legs is glistening with her juices, and she’s breathing out raggedly as she tries to maintain her composure.

The crowd begins a thunderous applause.

And it’s a good thing they do.

Because Natalie literally cries out in pleasure. She’s been holding it in for a while, and I watch as pleasure just wracks through her like a rag doll.

God, it feels so good.

I can smell her juices.

I let the remote go, and watch her slump in her chair for a long moment, her breath coming in gasps and heaves.

Thankfully with everyone focused on the stage, no one is looking at the debaucherous couple in the corner booth.

Just in case, I stand up to applause as well.

It must take Natalie a good half hour to be able to get out of her chair and be able to walk. Her face is still really deeply flushed.

Enough so that when Nadia sees her, she asks, “Is everything okay?”

Natalie just nods mutely.

We pair off into cabs. Nadia and George grab a cab because they’re headed cross town.

I decide to split a cab with Natalie.

We wait till George and Nadia have left.

“You want me to drop you home, love?” I ask, genuinely concerned that Natalie’s brains may have been affected after that fucking strong series of orgasms. “I guess it’s on my way.”

But Natalie says nothing. Her eyes fucking twinkle as she looks at me.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” she asks me, reaching over and kissing me. “You’re coming home with me, Your Highness. That’s an order.”

13

Natalie

Thirty.

That's how many days it's been since the opera. Since the night I wrapped my arms around Connor and let him know that I didn't want to be anywhere else in the world. That I wanted to be safe in those big arms of his.

Thirty glorious and wonderful days that have made me the happiest woman on earth it seems like. I don't know how else to explain it other than the fact that I'm delirious with happiness every time I try to think of the various reasons that life is good.

Do you remember FRIENDS? You remember how Phoebe called Ross Rachel's lobster after that scene where she almost got stood up for senior prom?

Yeah, so I'm not sure I can call Connor my lobster yet, but let's just say that he's some form of crustacean right now. Like, maybe crab?

Okay, that doesn't sound good. Connor and I are not crabs.

Oh my God. No, I'd say right now we're progressing to lobster stage, but we haven't gotten there yet.

Ninety.