Princely Passions

Where has he been all of my life? I was nothing before I met him.

I grab his hair with such strength I’m amazed he doesn’t say a thing. But he doesn't’ complain: he simply redoubles his efforts as he devours me. I press my pussy against him wildly as I hold his head in place, not believing what I’m doing. This wasn’t like me, to be overtaken by desire in such a way... But then again, I never had someone like Derek, someone who knows exactly what he’s doing.

I would be counting my blessings right now if it weren’t for the fact that my mind has simply decided to shut itself off.

Wrapping his lips around my clit, he sucks eagerly as he holds me down with his forearm over my waist. As he sucks, he lets one finger of his slide inside me and starts fingering me slowly, each coming and going motion of his making me purr anxiously. I can feel my body already starting to sweat.

In an instant, there’s one more finger inside of me, and before I can prepare for it, he slides a third one. I don’t know how that’s even possible… But seeing that I already had Derek’s cock inside me before, it’s not that hard to believe after all.

He strokes me slowly, his movements gentle and patient, keeping a rhythm that makes that slow mounting pressure spread all over my body and coat every single one of my senses. My hands start grabbing at random locks of his hair in abandonment as electricity bites at me, clawing under my skin at my taut muscles. I grit my teeth and close my eyes, the universe exploding inside my head.

My arms shake and tremble, flaying wildly; if he wasn’t holding me against the wall, I’m sure I would simply collapse onto the floor. As it is, I remain in place, delight coursing through me with such intensity I can’t even remember my own name or where I am.

He takes his fingers out of me and I quiver as he does it. Placing my hands under his chin, I make for him to get up; standing tall, he grabs my head with smooth gentleness and kisses me softly. I can feel my own scent still dancing in his lips, and it simply drives me completely crazy.

“Tired, babe?” he asks me, that grin of his telling me there’s more to come. I don’t even have the strength to speak, so I just shake my head. Tired…? Hello…? Of course I’m tired! But I’ll never tire of him and his body. Oh, no, I’ll fight through tiredness as long as his body is close to me; I’ll push myself to the brink of exhaustion and then I’ll just keep pushing further.

Without even letting me catch my breath, he makes me raise my leg once more, and before I know it, he pushes my thong to the side and has his glans brushing over my outer folds. I expect for him to enter me with one simple and quick thrust, but he simples holds his position there. I feel his cock pulsing in aching desire, and I have to admire the ability he has to take his time and drive me mad.

I push his pants down his legs and my trembling fingers start unbuttoning his shirt frantically. I need to feel every single inch of him on me.

With my arms over his shoulders, I thrust my hips at him, begging him with m

y body to have at me. But he resists, matching my thrust with a backward motion, and simply continuing to brush his tip against me once more, up and down, up and down.

I can’t take it, I really can’t. I need to feel him inside of me and I need it now. You would understand if you were in my shoes, but then again, you aren’t. And that’s a good thing, since I don’t want you anywhere close to Derek.

“Anxious, are we, love?” he asks me teasingly. I nod in desperate agreement. I never felt like this before; my muscles are tense and my insides seem to be burning. And to have him so close to me and yet doing nothing… The outer limits of my mind are stretching and I can feel something in me about to snap.

“Derek… Please…” I moan, still trying and thrusting my hips at him.

“You look so cute when you’re begging, love,” I hear him saying, but I can barely understand what the words mean. My mind is exploding, and all rationality is slipping away from me.

“Please…” I beg. “Please…”

He gives me half an inch of his cock and I feel my whole body trembling frenetically.

“More…”

One inch in and my pussy is tight like a vice around his cock. I push my body forward, but he resists my advances, feeding his cock into me so slowly even time seems to be distorting around me. When I think he’s about to let it go all in, he pulls back, starting the process all over again.

“No…” I cry out, my fingernails clawing at his back.

“If that’s what you want,” he whispers, caressing the back of my neck with the tip of fingers.

He thrusts into me with such force that fireworks go off behind my eyelids. I’m gritting my teeth now, a fire running through my limbs. He starts to thrust hard, his hips slapping against mine in a furious rhythm of flesh-on-flesh.

He keeps going for God knows how long, his body tirelessly punishing mine. I have to grab the headrest of a seat to hold my position against the wall, such is the sweet fury that he is unleashing on me.

I can feel the trepidation of the plane increasing, and I can’t help but wonder if we’re the ones causing it. As he starts to quicken his pace, his cock completely destroying me, the turbulence starts to grow stronger; I guess I had that one right. Hard fucking equals hard turbulence.

I grab at the seat harder, fighting against the turbulence as the plane rocks harshly from side to side. For a fraction of a second, my heart skips a beat as I imagine us plummeting to the ground, but then I forget all about it. It’s hard to think of anything when Derek's naked body is pressed tight against me.

The trepidation is making all my muscles buzz, and I tighten my pussy around his cock with violent harshness. That only makes him go harder, his coming and going motion making the whole cabin sway.

One hard and final thrust and his cock lodges itself deep inside me, his tip pressed tight against my G-spot. Just like that, I explode. One more hard and deep thrust and I come in an instant, a maddening scream escaping my mouth and filling the entire cabin. I feel my inner walls spasming around his cock, but instead of stopping, he keeps thrusting at me unrelenting.

Still with my whole body buzzing, my limbs completely out of control, I raise my leg just a bit more, allowing him to go deeper inside me. Am I moaning or am I screaming? I don’t even know, and to be honest, I don’t care.