Page 94 of His Beloved Princess
I sucked his dick as if my life depended on it. I used my hand to magnify the pleasure, and occasionally, I massaged his balls. His breath grew heavier, and his eyes rolled in the back of his skull. I knew it wouldn't take long for him to finish, but then again, he interrupted the play.
"Stop, princess," he ordered, and my eyes widened, but my body reacted instinctively to his command. "Get on all fours."
"Your leg," I breathed when I climbed the bed, momentarily thinking if it was a good idea.
"Fuck the leg," he growled, and I giggled but instantly gasped when he harshly entered me. No one was in that hole for more than two months because I couldn't think about sex and masturbation while he was in the hospital, and this rough invasion made me scream and pant.
"Are you okay?" He stopped for a moment, moving my hair to the side to see my face, but I needed him to continue.
"Yes, I'm good." I pushed the side of my face into the mattress, twisting my arm behind to take his hand, and he entwined our fingers, resuming the pounding.
It was quick and wild. I whined and moaned, finishing with a loud scream, and he followed me with a roar. We both collapsed on his tiny bed, sweaty and panting, barely able to move from satisfying exhaustion.
"What about your leg?" I whispered, lifting myself. He positioned himself on his back, and I lay on him, resting my chin on his chest.
"I think I lost it somewhere between ‘Oh fuck’and ‘Come for me’," he answered, chuckling, and I snorted.
"Be serious, please." I hovered over him, frowning, and he opened one eye lazily, wrapping his arm around my neck and pushing me back on his chest.
"Rest, princess. I'm fine."
His stern voice forced my inner good girl to shut up, but I still checked his right leg. It looked okay, so I snuggled closer to him and watched the clear blue Oregon sky through the window.
All my worries slowly dissipated, and eventually, with a calmness covering me like a blanket, I fell asleep.
43
A Fresh Start
Electra
We stayed in Bastian's parents' house longer than he had planned. He made a reservation in Coos Bay, but we didn't want to leave at midnight and drive half an hour to another city when we were already lying in a comfortable bed.
However, when we woke up at 2 a.m., and my stomach strongly demanded attention, we decided to look for something online. Yet, no restaurant or fast food was open, so eventually, even against my protests, Bastian knocked on the neighbor's door and asked for food.
I was pleased when an old lady from the other side, Mrs. Lovely as Bastian called her, gave us grilled chicken wings with rice, a pack of frozen fries, and three frozen pizzas that only needed to be placed in the oven and they were ready to be served. She also packed us chips, biscuits, and strawberry pie. She was the best.
"I'm so happy you're okay, Sebastian," she said, clutching his hand with the tears in her eyes. "I prayed for you every day."
"Thank you so much." He smiled and kissed her forehead, which made her shine with happiness. In a split second, she looked twenty yearsyounger. "Take care."
"You too, my sweet boy. And say hi to your brothers." She raised her index finger at him, making me giggle at his expression. Not many people dared to do that with him. "I expect them all to attend my funeral."
"Oh, c'mon!" Bastian groaned, and she burst into laughter, closing the door before he could say anything.
We stood before her house with arms full of food, smiling. Another neighbor peeked from behind the curtain, and we quickly hurried back like some criminals with our prize.
Thankfully, even when no one lived in the house for years, they still paid for electricity and water. While I bathed, Bastian warmed up the food and thawed the pizza.
We ate, laughed, made love, ate again, took a shower, and had sex another few times. It was a paradise. No phones, press, annoying reporters, or responsibilities, nothing—just us enjoying our love.
It was late afternoon when we admitted it was the time to return to reality. We cleaned everything, avoiding white sheets covering the furniture. I packed my clothes because I spent the day in Bastian’s shirt and shorts, and I checked the kitchen to see if all the equipment was turned off. I found Bastian in the dining room, leaning against the wall, lost in thought with a broad smile.
"What is so funny?" I asked, wrapping my arms around his torso and pecking his chin. He looked down at me, grinning.
"I just remembered as Mom and Dad announced the last pregnancy," he replied, chuckling and shaking his head, stirring my curiosity.
"Okay, I'm listening." I folded my arms on his chest, staring at him expectantly.
