Princely Passions

"I'm not looking to spend any more time away from you, either. I want to sink in your and fucking live there." Stone squeezes my ass tighter and pulls me close to him so that I'm rubbings up against him. "My cock doesn't know what to do with itself if it isn't in your pussy."

I watch him run his tongue over his lower lip. I inhale. It feels like my body is overtaken by an electricity crackling through me when he looks at me like that.

"Your cock always knows what to do, and he's got the right idea," I run my palm over his cock through his pants. "But we're going to try listening to my pussy instead." That's right, I'm taking charge here. Wicked Stone was always ready to make me beg, and I'm not about to torture him like...well, not too much. But there's something I need.

Stone cocks his head to the side and licks his lip. "Is that right?" God, he can make the most mundane phrases sound like pure sex.

"Yes," I say, and I point my index finger down. "My pussy missed you. She needs a kiss before you're invited in," I say with a playful voice. I can't sing but I can do at least that voice without making Stone cringe. I giggle inwardly at him openly letting me know my singing was terrible. I mean, that was the entire idea. I needed him to see that I'd lay myself bare after I did that very thing to him.

I see the fire lit in his eyes that tells me that he's more than happy to bring that mouth down to my pussy and suck the life out of me there before he revives me with every inch of his cock. I roll my tongue around in my mouth just thinking about about the saltiness of his skin and the musk of him in my mouth, pulling my under the spell of my need for Stone. I've never felt the way I do for Stone the way that I do now. I am absolutely so wrapped up in him that I know that I could never love anyone else. Not like I need him, crave him, desire him. Stone completes me on a level I didn't know that I could be.

Stone drops to his knees obediently. I back up against the corner wall of the elevator spread my thighs. Stone? He doesn't need any more of an invitation. His lips close over my clit and he presses his tongue to that pleasurable spot right away...then evacuates the sensation to roll his tongue around my pussy and lick long strokes over me. His hands wrap around me, holding hips and ass to his face and holding me against him. Stone is caged in my desire and lighting me aflame with every stroke of his tongue.

That's when Stone picks up the pace and the tempo of his mouth on my pussy makes me dizzy with desire.

"Yes!" I cry out. He knocks the breath out of me with every touch. Stone is the ever unrelenting master of my pleasure, soaking up every drop of my desire as my pussy glistens on his face, and coming back for me.

This time? We're never leaving each other. I hate even a second of his body not claiming mine. Days apart? That's something I'll never be able to withstand.

His tongue turns into a tornado over my pussy. No part of me is left unattended now and I'm shiver around him. My knees buckle at the intensity of every sensation. My arms are flailing out and I'm crying out. I can't keep my footing, but of course I don't need to.

"I've got you," Stone says, his hot breath against my wet pussy making me shiver. "Always," he adds. And he kisses my pussy, deep, with tongue, like he would my face.

Oh, yes, that's what I want.

"Kiss me," I whimper.

"Gisele you know that I am," Stone laughs, but his hands are already replacing his face on my pussy. His mouth is shimmering with my pussy all over it. "You wanna taste your pussy?" Stone growls with a deadly low voice in front of me. But this isn't the man who is holding back. He grabs one of my hands and presses it against the wall. His lips dance over my own. I taste us together, and I moan at how good we taste together. How he feels. His other hand captures my clit and strokes circles around and on my clit until my hips are rocking with him.

Stone sinks a finger inside my pussy and I clamp around that finger.

My mouth parts for him and Stone's wide tongue is in my mouth like it was my pussy earlier. I can taste us together, deeper, and my tongue strokes over his, taking everything he has to offer and aching for more. I'm trembling around him and thank goodness Stone has me because I'm a mess already. I squeeze his hand in mine against the elevator wall. He squeezes back. His finger in my pussy becomes three fingers and I groan out at the sensation of his hand pumping in and out of my pussy so fast that my breathing into his mouth goes staccato. I moan his name into his mouth and he takes all of me. Kissing me he's erasing the pain of our separation. Stone is cradling me here like a prize and replacing every drop of my pain by melding us together as one here. I don't know where I end and he begins, but we flow together as a writhing mass of sweating limbs and moans of desire.

Stone pulls back the kiss, savoring my tongue and seeming like he's going to stop, then kissing me more, but finally his mouth is apart from mine. I whimper with need and he groans. "Never leave me again, Gisele, I fucking mean it. Like, you know what I mean. You're goddamn mine now and I don't think I want you to leave my hotel room for a month. I just want to be inside you forever." His voice is needy, deep, more sensual than I've ever heard. It is like he is singing to me, that's how his voice transcends just talking and makes me whole just hearing him echo my every need.

I gasp, my own emotions flooding through my body and forming a halo around my heart. I feel everything he says. I'm the mirror image of his desires, our mutual desires cascading over us.

Stone is what my heart is made of, is what pumps through my veins. And I'm what he drinks in, captures, claims as his.

I pull him closer. "Fuck me, Stone, fuck me now. I need you," I beg, insistent and meaning every bit of what I said. I'm mad with lust and if he doesn't fuck me soon I feel like I'll wither away and die.

Stone's tongue glides over my neck while his other hand pulls out of my pussy and frees his cock. He lines up with me and I come to life. "I need you inside me like I need to breathe," I groan out, thrusting my hips forward while

his cock drives into me. The feeling of him fucking every inch of his cock into my pussy until I'm full of him and his cock puts me in overdrive. My heart thunders and pressure crashes within me, ebbing with his every entry and flowing with through me like molten heat.

“I love you,” Stone says, his mouth pressed into my collarbone so that I feel the words on my skin when he says them and then again as they sink into me.

I love Stone more than I knew that I could love anyone. “I love you, too,” I say in long, panting breathes as he slides his cock in and out of my pussy. "I can't believe how much I love you." That's the truth. I fight my ragged breathing to tell him.

Stone grabs my other hand and pushes them both on either side of me, squeezing them tight. His lips close over my neck and bolts of electric desire flood by veins.

I arch back against the corner of the elevator, lifting my ass and my legs up and squeezing Stone's hands. I need to drive him deeper inside me. I want him to fuck me so hard I see stars.

I don't have to say anything to him because his body gets the message mine is transmitting the message to him loud and clear. Stone releases my hands and pulls his cock out of me, then pulls me in front of him, bends me over, and slams back into me in the speed of a few heartbeats.

Holding my ankles tight, I listen to the loud, wet smacking sound of him slamming into me and I feel my thighs get dripping wet. My arousal is sliding down my thighs. I have never been so wet in my life. "Stone," I moan out his name though I have nothing in particular to say. I just can't believe how wet I am and how could he feels slamming into me. His cock is fucking so deep inside me. It is like he is touching every part of me, deep inside, and marking me everywhere is his.

My legs are shaking. Stone holds my hips and he's steadying me. My fingers grasping my ankles are digging into my flesh, clutching myself for dear life. Blood rushes to my head -- and my clit. I'm hypersensitive and Stone is not going easy on me at all. Thank this fucking god of rock; I want everything he offers and then some. This isn't like before. I know that when I fuck Stone now that it is the start of something, the two of us, together, rather than possibly the last time we touch.