Princely Passions

He keeps moving in and out of me as the orgasm still bites and claws at my mind, and I love him for it. I don’t want him to stop. Each thrust of his dilutes the whole world around me, and I feel myself being pulled into the depths of a world of pleasure I didn’t even know existed.

I lean into him, still with my eyes closed but looking for his mouth. He locks his lips on mine, our kiss growing wild and completely savage. Pulling back, he takes his lips to my neck and then whispers, “we’re just getting started.”

I nod, my head spinning with the promise of more as I feel the turbulence start to subside. Thank God, I didn’t want my first foray into the mile high club to be the last one.

He pulls me into him, and before I know it, he has me in his embrace. We kiss in abandonment as we stumble our way through the cabin, completely drunk with lust. With a growl, he throws me on top of the seat and I fall there, my trembling body pushing against the leather. With my back to him, I breathe out deeply as my body appreciates the fact that it can lie down at last. I feel exhausted, completely spent… And still, I want more. Much more.

He climbs on top of me, his fingers like hooks on my waist, and I jut my ass at him. I prop myself up on my elbows, feeling exposed in that position and loving it even more precisely because of it. I grab at the handholds of the seat as he smacks my ass with the back of his hands, and I wiggle my backside at him in tense anticipation. With a quick motion of his hands, he grabs my thong and pulls it down my legs. My whole body shakes as I feel the fabric of it brushing down my skin.

How did this happen to me? I never thought it would be possible to become this obsessed with a man! But I am becoming completely crazy for him, each second his body isn’t on mine painfully tortuous.

Parting my folds with two fingers, he rams his cock deep inside me and my arms lose all their strength at once; I collapse onto the seat, only my backside still raised up at him. He thrusts into me hard and unforgiving, handing sweet punishment in the most lovable way possible. He reaches for my hair, grabbing it in a bunch and making me raise my head.

I’m moaning… I’m moaning so hard it’s unbelievable. I do it until I feel my throat becoming sore, and then I do it some more.

I start rocking my hips back at him, the pendulum motion of his cock becoming faster and faster.

I’m so spent even my soul is numb.

He reaches around my waist, finding my clit and rubbing on it as he keeps pounding into me mercilessly. I try to scream in delight but even my throat is completely exhausted. I simply lay there as he brings me once more to the edge of delirious rapture and throws me down into the abyss.

Hooking his fingers on my hips, he pulls back and makes me turn around. I lay back on the seat, opening my legs so that he fits right between them. A shiver goes up my spine as I lay eyes on the perfectly sculpted muscles of his chest.

Leaning into me with his whole body, I feel the tip of his cock brush against my pussy. Soft and careful, he holds his position there until I can’t take it anymore; I thrust my hips toward him, my pussy lips parting and engulfing his tip. I bite my lower lip as I feel him enter me again.

Now there is nothing but ecstasy for me. As I feel him slide in and out, his thickness straining and pushing against my inner walls, I’m taken to a place so perfect and dreamlike that I’m not even sure if whatever what is happening is real. It's way too perfect to be real.

I notice him looking at me, eager to know if I’m alright. I respond in the best way I can, with a deep moan that climbs up my throat and cascades down my lips with the ferocity of a wild animal. How could it be any other way? His cock inside of me feels like completion, a pleasure so intense it verges the mystical.

He goes in and out softly, my legs wrapped around his back and pulling him inside me. My eyes are closed, my mind only capable of processing the gentle thrusts of his cock as if there is nothing else in the world but it. And, as far as I’m concerned, there isn’t.

His body rocks against mine, the most delicious ebb and flow of bodies taking over until I can’t resist it anymore. The muscles in my legs make me tighten them around his back like a vice, and with both hands grabbing at his hair, I sway my hips from side to side uncontrollably as mind-numbing electricity takes my body by assault.

He keeps thrusting, rubbing my clit with suddenly erratic movements, I feel him ready; I summon what little strength still lives inside of me and I tighten my hold on him. He stops then, his muscles so tense he seems made out of marble.

When his cock spasms harshly inside my pussy I can’t help but submit to that wildfire inside of me and scream. Pleasure crashes against my soul as I feel his cum gushing in a torrent

once more, an earthquake of climaxing delight attacking both our bodies.

I can’t hold any longer so I just collapse completely on the seat; he falls with me, his cock still buried deep in my pussy. I moan, feeling his thickness still spasming as he lays on top of me, cum dripping down my thighs.

We stay like that for… I don’t even know. One minute, one hour? We stay like that until our exhausted bodies become capable of moving, time becoming just an abstract concept.

He rolls to the side then, his hand resting on my lower back as he caresses the dimples there. I turn to him, struggling to open my eyes. He’s looking at me, a gentle smile on his lips.

“This was…” I try to say, but I can’t find the word to describe it. I don’t think any dictionary or language in the whole world has a word that fits the description of everything I just felt. It’s just impossible. It’s more than sex, it’s more than love. It’s everything. “I love you, Derek… I love you so much.”

“I know, Alicia… I love you too. You know that,” he tells me, stroking my lower back softly. With a grin, he continues: “We have a whole life of this ahead of us.”

Yes, a whole life together. Me and him, till death do us part.

Oh, how I love this man.

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Epilogue As Told By Alicia

“So you scared?” Ashely asks me as we sit down across the street from work at Il Fornia Deep Dish.