Blessed

Thomas

The sun shining through Nicole’s window wakes me, but she seems unaffected. We’ve tossed and turned through the night, ending with my arm slung over her, as she lies on her back. She moved around a lot, but regardless of where she went, I followed behind, needing to touch her every second.

Although I miss looking into the sparkle of her gray eyes, I’m happy she’s still asleep so I can continue watching her sleep. Her face is relaxed as she breathes deeply, her breasts rising and falling. Man, she looks like an angel, so peaceful and calm.

The past twenty-four hours feels like a dream, and I know how feminine that sounds, but I don’t care. Never in a million years would I have ever considered Nicole could be a virgin, but now that I know it all makes sense. She’s been so reserved and apprehensive and this whole time I thought it was because of me, but now I know it was just her inexperience.

I wonder what made her hold out so long. Surely she’s had guys throwing themselves at her feet, but she’s abstained for a reason. She’s special and I really hope I made her feel special enough last night. She definitely enjoyed herself in the act. Hell, she came like four times.

But this isn’t my first time at the rodeo, and I’ve slept with women before who come to regret their decision afterwards, and I just hope Nicole doesn’t feel that way. I could tell she was caught up in the moment, and the more I teased her, the more she wanted me. I just hope she still feels that way when she wakes up.

There’s never been another time in my life when I wanted to spend the night with a woman as much as I did last night. I was terrified she’d ask me to leave. I needed to hold her until I fell asleep, and it felt amazing to have her body in my grasp as she drifted off. Something about her just seems so innocent, even after I’ve taken her virginity.

It’s in her eyes, and the way she looks at me. She has no clue who I am outside of my name, and that makes me like her even more, because she likes me for me. Hopefully she’ll never find out anymore about me, although I know that could upset her in the long run. I’m not trying to hide myself from her at all; it’s just that I’ve seen how women react to my status before. And while Nicole seems different, you never know how wealth and fame can change someone.

Surprisingly, I don’t feel too bad about keeping my royal status from her. What I do feel guilty about is knowing that I’ll be leaving the states to go home soon, thanks to my father. I could tell Nicole, and maybe that fact should have kept me from taking her virginity last night, but I don’t think she would handle it well.

It’ll be best to tell her right before I go, if at all. I can pretend it was sprung on me at the last minute and she’ll be none the wiser. She did say she has a passport, so I could always just offer to fly her out later, but I doubt that’ll be an option. Who really knows? Everything seems to be up in the air now, and I can’t find the words to make everything in my mind make sense.

Last night was too good to wake up trying to think rationally. She was so sweet, her body tasted and felt even better than I anticipated. Knowing that no one else has ever felt her, smelled her, or even heard her the way that I did makes my cock grow.

Man, she sounded so sexy moaning my name. If I could record her, I’d replay that sound all day long. Just thinking about it makes me want to go another round. Glancing down at her sleeping figure, I begin to replay the previous night in my mind.

She was so much more active than I’d thought she be after she told me she’d never done it before. I kind of expected her to just lie there, and with how good she felt that wouldn’t have been the worst thing, but feeling her move with me made it even better. She let me dominate her, following my every move.

My cock twitches just playing it back in my mind, and before I know it, my fingers are tracing her naked body, flowing over her curves. Just as I make my way over her nipple her eyes flutter and my stomach drops like I’m on a roller coaster waiting for her reaction.

This girl has me on edge, so worried she’ll be upset about something, or even regret giving me her most precious gift. When her eyes land on me, and those plump lips curl into a smile, I feel like I’ve won the lottery.

"I was hoping you’d still be here," she smiles, stretching her arms.

She must really think I’m a douchebag. Why on Earth would I leave out in the middle of the night after how amazing last night was? I’ve got to show her that she doesn’t need to worry about me leaving or not valuing her.

Leaning down, I take her mouth before she can get her next sentence out. When she gasps, I slide my tongue in her mouth. She even tastes good in the morning! Her back arches and it’s like she’s offering herself to me as her boobs rise until they’re flush against my chest. Blood is rushing through me, headed in one direction really fast.

Her slender fingers reach down and wrap around my length and I laugh into her mouth. She’s a feisty little something; I’m creating a monster.

"Well, good morning to you too," I smile on her lips.

"I want you, baby," she says in this dark, sexy tone and I have to grit my teeth and flex my abdomen muscles not to come right there.

"You got me, beautiful," I say before rubbing the tip of my nose against hers.

Who am I doing this romantic shit? Talking like I’m writing a poem! She makes me strip my player persona that I’m so used to maintaining. I just want her, and everything else really doesn’t matter. I don’t care how soft I look or sound, but what’s crazy is from the look on her face I can tell she doesn’t think that. She likes me, the real me, no matter which side of me I share.

"Are you hungry?" she asks, her voice more like the normal tone.

"Yep," I answer without hesitation, but I doubt she knows what I’m hungry for.

"Do you want to get breakfast?" She touches my cheek with her soft fingertips, her palm resting on my jaw.

"We can," I answer, leaning to kiss her soft lips again before continuing, "But I need a taste now."

Slowly, I make my way down her body, kissing her roughly, using my teeth and tongue. She’s have a few hickies when I’m done, but I doubt there’s anything I can do to make her body anything less than perfect.

Her skin

is so incredibly soft, her curves subtle yet defined. The way her hair falls around her breasts makes me twitch, and she smells so good I just want to lick her from head to toe. So that’s what I do, running my tongue down her body before pausing between her breasts, which are the perfect size, a handful each. Massaging one in each hand, I move between the two, licking and sucking her aroused nipples as she squirms and moans beneath me.