Page 42 of Beauty Sleep

Fuck.

I want to tell him, even if I’m shy about it. I want him to know everything.

“That night was my first time,” I whisper, my hands sliding down to my chest.

“Oh,” Prince breathes out, his eyes widening as he stares at me. “Seriously? First timeever? And you… I…we…” he trails off, mouth still hanging open.

It’s hilarious, the look on his face. He’s definitely remembering everything he did to me in the moonlight—more forceful and unrelenting than I’d ever dared to fantasize about. But if he’s having second thoughts, then I’m glad he didn’t know back then, because I wouldn’t change a single thing.

“It wasn’t bad, for a first time,” I tell him, stifling my giggle. “So I know I like that. Everything else, we’ll just have to see.”

“Jesus, Beauty,” Prince whispers, shaking his head as he recovers his wits. “Good thing you’re such a fast learner. We’ve got a lot of ground to cover.”

Then he presses a kiss on the inside of my thigh, and I melt into a puddle right there under his hands. Heat throbs through me, and with every kiss—further and further up my thigh—I moan louder.

It doesn’t feel as strange as I thought it would, showing all my reactions. I’ve spent so long practicing lying still in the moonlight. I never imagined that my fantasy prince would want to see my reactions—study me so closely in the light, so he can please me in a thousand different ways.

“I want to wake you up in every single way,” Prince breathes out, and my cheeks turn scarlet with delighted heat.

“Yes, please,” I breathe out. “Every way you can think of.”

I love to watch him at work, kissing and touching and stroking me, glancing up to see how much pleasure I get, and from what. In the light, it’s all right there—the biting wit he uses to hide how much he cares, his devotion and loyalty, and the ghosts of all his old fears about not being enough.

Even Prince’s touch holds a little more magic, now that I can see all the care he puts into everything he does.

I want to give him everything.

If that means setting myself free to moan and giggle and gasp as his hands wander across my body, stroking and holding and rolling body parts this way and that, kissing them and licking them and nibbling them… I’m more than happy to be the vessel for all of his wicked dreams.

Fuck. I’m floating in outer space, my head spinning from every little brush of his skin against mine.

“Mmhmm?” Prince murmurs, his lips against my hip. “This spot?”

“All of it,” I admit in a giggle. “It all just feels good now. Because it’s you.”

I can hear Prince’s smile in his reply. “I feel the same, Beauty. Exactly the same.”

Then—without even a moment of warning—Prince’s fingers close around my shaft, tightening gently just enough that I squeak and squirm underneath him.

“Fuck!”

“Mmhmm,” Prince murmurs, chuckling like he was expecting that. Slowly, ever so slowly, he drags his fist to the base of my shaft and then back up again, twisting his stroke a little as he goes.

Oh, and it’s a thousand times better than my own hand ever was. I don’t know what magic is in his touch, but I want more of it. So, so much more.

“Fuuuuck…!”

“Mmhmm. Waiting makes it better, doesn’t it?” Prince purrs smugly.

“Y-Yes… ohmyfucking—” I trail off into another squeak as Prince rubs his thumb across the tip. “Fuck!”

Prince grins. “Even if we see each other every night, you’re going to have to follow my rules. Some nights, I’ll tell you what you’re allowed to do. Other nights, you’re not going to cum. But I will, if and as I choose. All right?”

Fuck fuckfuck, I want him to keep talking dirty like this.

“Yes, Daddy,” I choke out my words, throbbing hard against his palms. “Whatever you say.”

“Good boy,” Prince murmurs. “Whenever I let you cum, it’ll be so good you remember it for days. It’s so much more sensitive now, isn’t it? You’re happy to obey me, aren’t you?”

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