Natalie Vs. Prince

Pulling back, Connor moves his lips down from my clit to my inner lips. He opens his mouth as wide as he can and, fitting it against my pussy, he sucks as if he has just found the most delicious thing in the whole universe.

Even though he knows exactly what he’s doing—and he’s doing it with a mastery I didn’t know to be possible—that’s not the best part of it. What makes this so special is the why of what he’s doing. In a sense, he makes me feel as if he wants me because I’m the most beautiful woman on Earth. Or, maybe, he really thinks I’m as a beautiful as he says… But no, that can’t be it. A man like Connor has the pick from the litter and, even though I try my best to look good (with or without clothes), I can’t help but think that he has had better than me. But the way he kisses my body, it just makes me feel… unique. Special. God, how do you resist a man like this? You don’t; that tenuous voice returns, this time speaking plainly but truthfully.

“This feels so good, Connor,” I pant, holding his head as he sucks on my folds inside of his mouth, taking in my fluids. As I speak, his hands move from my hips to my ass and, digging his fingers into my ass cheeks, he pulls me into him fiercely. I let myself go, pressing my pussy against his mouth in a fury. I sway my hips left and right, up and down, rubbing myself against his moan as a cadence of moans find their way to my lips. “It feels so good… So good…” I repeat, my eyes closed as the lights of pleasure flash behind my shut eyelids.

Suddenly, I feel a sharp stab of pleasure, and electricity darts from my clit to my spine, travelling upward until it finds the way to my brain. There, the sparks crackle and sputter, as my brain commands every single muscle in my body to tense up.

“I’m going to --” I start to say, but the words die in my throat as thunder and lightning rain down on me, the storm of ecstasy catching me completely unprepared. I arch my back, pressing the back of my head against the tiled wall, and thrust as hard as I can against his face. My fingers are like claws on his wet hair and, as I keep him in place, my moan turns into one high-pitched scream.

“So fucking delicious…” he whispers as he pulls back from my pussy, gently taking my leg out from his shoulder. He looks up at me, and smiles, and I swear I can see my own fluids dripping down his chin, even though we’re standing under the running water. I smile at him, a warmness blanketing my heart; oh, God, why am I feeling this happy right now? Slowly, he goes up to his feet and, as he moves, my eyes roam over his naked body, taking in the shape of his muscles as they work in tandem like in a well-oiled machine. “Now, love… I’m going to fuck you,” he whispers against my ear, leaning into me. A shiver goes up my spine as I hear his words, but then he continues. “But first… You’ll have to beg.”

“Beg…?” I ask him, my brain trying to grasp the meaning behind his words.

“Beg,” he simply tells me, a wicked grin on his face. He knows that he has me hooked, and that I need him badly… And now, the slow boil of seduction and pleasure is over. Now, we move into dangerous territory, one where adrenaline and lust reigns supreme. And, God, I just love it.

“Make me beg then,” I shoot back, not knowing where this surge of confidence has come from. I guess that I can waltz with him, after all, instead of simply being the passive one.

“That can be arranged…” he whispers wickedly, his fingers cupping my breasts as he squeezes them softly, his fingertips brushing against my hard nipples. He pinches the right one, making me gasp, and slides his other hand down my stomach. I half-expect him to go for my pussy, but instead, he hooks his fingers on my waist and makes me turn on my heels. I spin around and, facing the wall, place my two hands there for support. I jut my ass back by instinct, and his shaft nestles itself between my ass cheeks as he runs his hands down the side of my body. His fingertips slide softly over my skin, and I feel the need to have him inside of me spread its wings.

Without saying a word, I start to rock my hips, gently grinding against his cock. I move with slow gentle circles—left and right, up and down—stroking his cock with my ass and trying to make him desperate to have him. Deep down, though, I know that I’m just fooling myself: I’m not the one in control, he is. And he’s going to have his way… Soon enough, I’ll have to beg for him to fuck me.

His fingers go around my waist and he moves them over the curve of my ass cheeks, softly stroking my skin. When his fingertips go over my crack, I can’t help but thrust back against him, pressing my ass on his cock as hard as I can. God, I need to have him inside of me, and I need it now.

“You want this, don’t you?” he whispers into my ear, pulling back from me and grabbing his cock with one hand. He angles it down, his glans brushing against my crack as it goes, and then fits it right between my thighs. Arching my back and jutting my ass at him, I grit my teeth as I feel the tip of his cock pressing on my inner lips. I push back, trying to force him inside of me, but he grabs me by the hips and holds my body in position. “Say it… Tell me that you want it.”

“I… I want it,” I mutter, my heart beating so fast I can barely think straight. What’s happening to me? I’ve never been the kind of woman who’d lose control. Why do I want (need) him so much?

“That’s a start, love,” he tells me with a grin, laying soft kisses on my neck. “But it’s not enough.” Oh, God, why is he torturing me? Can’t he see how bad I need him to fuck me? I thrust my ass back once more, but he does the same as before, holding me in place as desperation flutters inside my stomach. Grinning, he rocks his hips back and forth, rubbing his shaft along my pussy and driving me completely insane.

“Oh, God… Please, Connor…” I whisper, trying to reach for his cock with my hand so that I can guide it home. “I need it… I need it now,” I cry out, closing my eyes as a lustful dizziness takes over me. I don’t think I have ever felt a need as urgent as the one I’m feeling right now. “Fuck me… Just fuck me, please…” I moan, my fingertips against his thick shaft as he slides it between my thighs.

“How bad do you want it, Natalie?” he continues to tease me, resisting my pleas. I don’t know how much longer I can endure this, I really don’t.

“Bad, I want it bad… I need it more than anything. Please, please,” I moan, repeating myself as I go on tiptoes and try to angle my pussy at his cock. Then, all of a sudden, I feel his fingers digging into my hips and he just thrusts. I open my mouth to scream, but there’s no sound; I don’t know if I can’t scream, or if I can’t hear. I’ve never felt anything like this.

His glans parts my wet folds, leading the way for his shaft, and all of his inches slide surprisingly easy inside my pussy. My inner walls strain against his thickness, his cock filling me up in such a way that I almost lose consciousness. I have no idea how my tight little pussy can survive a cock like Connor’s, but this isn’t the time for worry, no, I have to enjoy this while I can. Maybe this is one of these moments that only happen once in a lifetime and, if that’s the case, I don’t want to waste a fraction of a second.

“You’re so tight,” Connor tells me, slowly sliding his cock out of my pussy. Once only his glans is inside of me, he moves it in again. “I love it.” Tight? Sure, I might be tight, but I think that all women must seem like that to him… I mean, with a cock like this I think he’d have a hard time finding a “loose” woman.

“You’re the one who’s big…” I pant, feeling his thickness pulse inside of me as he thrusts. His movements are slow and precise, and I feel my heart melting and my mind boiling. This feels so good it’s hard to believe I’m not in a dream.

“Twelve inches, love,” he whispers, giving me one hard thrust that forces me to moan. “And they’re all yours,” he continues, thrusting hard once more. The tip of his cock goes deep inside of me, and my moan turns into a wild scream of coiled pleasure. Twelve inches? Oh.

My. God. I never knew that twelve inches could mean this much pleasure.

“Mine…” I say, more to myself than to him, and start to rock my hips. My ass cheeks slap his thighs hard, our bodies moving in a crescendo as the electricity of pleasure pops and fizzles in my brain.

In a few thrusts, his body is moving at such a furious pace that I stop moving; I simply support myself with both hands on the wall, surrendering to the onslaught of pleasure he’s unleashing inside of my body. I already feel my muscles tensing up once more, ecstasy growling at me as it prepares to attack.

“Oh, God, oh God,” I repeat, my mind stretched thin as his thrusts grow vicious. Then, as he takes one hand around my waist and presses two fingers right above my clit, I finally explode. I open my mouth and scream, my vocal chords straining as the sound of ecstasy claws its way up my throat and bursts into existence. My tense muscles spasm and twitch, an avalanche of endorphins and adrenaline racing through my veins as my heart keeps on pumping blood at a dangerous pace. This… This is the best orgasm I have ever had in my entire life. No, I’m not exaggerating; I’m being as honest as anyone can be.

“More… I want more,” I tell Connor, pressing my forehead against the tiles in the wall as I try to catch my breath. I’m breathing so hard right now that it’s a wonder I haven’t collapsed yet.

“So do I,” he says, pulling his cock out of me in one single movement, and then forcing me to turn on my heels so that I’m facing. I open my eyes and smile, taking in his perfect naked figure as a blanket of steam embrace us both, the sound of the running water like a perfect melody. This is a perfect moment, I want to treasure it forever - I want it burned in my mind for all eternity.

Grinning, Connor presses his body against mine and places both his hands under my ass cheeks. Taking the hint, I jump into him with one cat-like movement and lace my legs on his lower back. With his hands on my ass, he lowers me over his cock and I can’t help but purse my lips as I feel its tip touching my folds once more.

“Yes, do it…” I plead him, pressing my forehead against his and closing my eyes. Slowly, he continues lowering me, his thick shaft pushing against my insides as it forces its way in. I place both my arms over his shoulders and slide my hands over his back, my fingernails clawing at his flesh as he starts to thrust. The movement of his body draws me into a trance, and it doesn’t take long for me to succumb to the siren song of desire and pleasure.