Princely Passions

Straightening the front of my dress once more, I march out of the elevator after him and follow him toward our room, my heels clicking across the floor at an anxious tempo.

“Come in,” he invites me after pushing the door open, standing aside like a true gentleman. Exchanging a glance with him, I step inside the room and take a deep breath, mentally readying myself for what’s about to happen. Still, I know it’s a futile thing to do; I know exactly what’s going to happen, and there’s nothing I can do to prepare myself for it.

I hear the door closing behind me and, as if he has to prove my point, Dominic places both of his hands on my waist and pushes me until my back hits the wall, his body pressed tight against mine.

“I want you so fucking much, Daph,” he breathes out, and I feel his cock hardening under his pants and brushing against the inside of my thigh. His words caress my eardrums and send a shiver up my spine; and, believe it or not, I become even wetter than before. It seems that with Dominic, dehydration is a constant. Maybe I should start keeping a bottle of water inside my purse.

Tucking a lock of hair over my ear, Dominic then leans into me and rests his lips on mine; kissing me with the same eagerness a man would have when drinking from a well after a week in the desert. I kiss him back in kind, parting his lips with my tongue and then sliding it inside his mouth, both our tongues dancing around one another.

One of his hands trail down the side of my body until his fingertips are brushing over the hemline of my dress; once more, he slides his hand under my dress and his fingers make the hike up to between my thighs. Cupping my pussy, he makes me gasp once more as he presses his hand against me, electricity pooling in my muscles as desires makes me lose all control.

“Uhm, Dominic,” I moan, his name burning my tongue as I do it. He doesn’t reply with words; instead, he flicks my thong to the side and brushes his index finger up and down the length of my pussy lips, teasing me mercilessly.

“I’m right here,” he whispers, softly pressing down on my clit and then going back down to my folds. He plays me as if I were an orchestra and he the conductor, each small movement of his fingers causing a massive reaction inside my body and mind. This is the mark of a man who knows what he’s doing; there’s no need for fireworks and a big show of expertise; no, that isn’t necessary when your body is pressed against the one of a real man.

Done with his teasing motion, Dominic acts fast and parts my pussy lips, sliding his index finger all the way inside my pussy. He curls it upward, just like a hook, and only stops when his fingertips are pressed tight against my G-spot. I let out another moan, this one louder than before, my voice now heavy with anticipation and desire.

Pressing his fingertip fir

mly against my G-spot, he then turns his hand slightly and lets his thumb fall over my clit. At the same time, he slides one more finger inside of me and starts flicking his wrist, fingering me in such a way that a string of moans erupt in my mouth and echo through the room.

As he fingers me, he takes his free hand to my right breast and cups it tenderly, squeezing it slowly. Then, needing to feel his skin on mine, his fingers trail to my shoulder and he pushes the strap of my dress down my arm. He does the same on my other shoulder, the front of my dress drooping over my breasts, and then his hand goes between my shoulder blades and he unclasps my bra. Pulling on it, he takes it off my body and, for a short moment, I hold my breath as the air in the room laps at my hard nipples.

Not wasting a second, he lets go of my bra and allows it to float down to the floor; he leans into me, wrapping his lips around my right nipple, and sucks it inside his mouth as he twirls his tongue around it. The warmness of his mouth on me and the frenzied movement of his fingers, working my insides and my clit at the same time, are almost enough to send me tumbling over the edge.

Breathing again, I go back to moaning, throwing my head back and bumping it against the wall. I feel my inner walls slowly tightening around his fingers and, before I even know what’s happening, thunder and lightning explode inside my mind.

I arch my back, only my head and ass touching the wall behind me, and allow my quivering moan to turn into a thunderous scream. My pussy lips cramp around Dom’s fingers and, knowing exactly what he has to do, he buries his fingers inside of me, and presses hard on my G-spot. The moment he does it I simply explode, flames of ecstasy dancing under my skin and making every single muscle in my body tense up like a string on a violin, one about to snap at any minute.

The orgasm I’m feeling right now feels like someone has thrown a box full of fireworks on top of a bonfire, light and sound exploding inside my mind and making my knees buckle under my weight.

Dominic keeps his fingers against my G-spot as I cum, sucking eagerly on my nipple at the same time. He only unwraps his lips from my breast when I stop screaming and moaning, the sound of my voice nothing but a whisper now. Sliding his fingers out of my pussy, he takes one step back and looks me in the eye, raising his hand until it’s in front of my face.

I look at him expectantly, and he just lowers his fingers over my lips, spreading my own fluids over my mouth. I let him do it as my heart drums wildly inside my chest and, when he’s done, I run my tongue over my lips and taste my own wetness, my skin prickling as the sweet flavor of it floods me.

“Delicious, isn’t it?” he asks me, the sweetest smile I’ve ever seen on his lips. I just look back at him, unable to utter a single word, and nod.

Biting on my lower lip, I let my knees finally succumb to the weight of my body and I lower myself, kneeling right in front of him. I’ve tasted myself already; now I think it’s time I taste him as well. And, judging by the way he narrows his eyes as he watches me kneel, I dare say he’s thinking exactly the same as me right now.

Almost growling, I reach for him with both hands and hook them on his shirt; I un-tuck it with frantic tugs, and then I move down to his belt. Unbuckling it in a hurry, my fingers continue their work and I pull his zipper down, my eyes widening as I take in the sight of his cock pushing back against his boxer briefs, its thick shape enough to make my jaw hang open. Even though I’ve already seen how big his cock is (hell, I’ve had him inside of me more than once), I still can’t stop myself from being amazed by his size. I guess that when you’re in front of a wonder of nature, a state of constant amazement is something to be expected.

Placing the palm of my hand over his bulging shape, I tremble as I feel it pulse against my fingers and then I just curl them around his cock, feeling and appreciating how thick he is. Swear to God, I didn’t even know that regular men could have cocks such as this one. That is, if you consider Dominic to be a regular man. I wouldn’t be surprised if you don't.

Letting go of his cock, I hook my fingers on his boxer briefs and pull on them, sending both his pants and boxer briefs down to his ankles. His cock springs free fast, slapping me across the back of my hand, and I feel my heart tightening into a fist. Without a moment’s hesitation, Dominic kicks off both of his shoes and steps out from his pants; looking down at me, he takes off his jacket and starts unbuttoning his shirt, his ripped chest coming into view inch by inch.

When he’s finally standing over me completely naked, each inch of his body like a true miracle, I feel as if I’m the luckiest woman on Earth. And, let’s stop pretending: I really am the luckiest woman on Earth. I mean, I’m on my knees while a naked Dominic towers over me…! If that doesn’t make me a lucky woman, I don’t know what does.

Swallowing down all hesitancy, I reach for his cock and grab his shaft firmly, all while looking him in the eye. “Do it,” he says, caressing my cheek with the back of his fingers.

“Do what…?” I ask, a grin dawning on my face as I start moving my hand, stroking him at a slowly growing pace.

“Whatever you want,” he shoots back at me in a fraction of a second, the grin on his lips matching my own. As a reply, I lean toward him, parting my lips and letting my tongue out; I touch the tip of his cock with my tongue and trace slow circles around it, closing my eyes as I savor his manly flavor, a scent of oak and ocean breeze taking me by assault.

Succumbing to the need, one that urges to have him filling me up, I open my mouth as wide as I can and roll my lips down the length of his shaft. I go all the way down, only stopping when my lips touch the skin at the base of his cock. I hold my position for a few seconds, not even breathing as I feel his heartbeat through the gentle pulses of his cock.

Slowly, I move my mouth back and then start bobbing it back and forth, stroking him at the same time in a matching rhythm. He lays his hands on my head, feeling the sway of my body, and I up my pace until I’ve surrendered to the fever of lust.

My head and hand move as one, sucking and stroking him, and I feel more than ready to do it until the very end. Lucky for me, Dominic wants more than to just gush his load inside my mouth and watch me take every single drop.