Page 9 of Rowdy Prince
Hand in hand, he leads me into the room he used to occupy when we were young. His eyes shift to look over my shoulder at the bed awaiting us. “Are you nervous?” I ask, licking my lips as I push his shirt the rest of the way down his arms. My god, he’s beautiful. I have a moment wondering if I’m looking at an apparition instead of the real thing. I imagined what it would be like to be in this position, giving myself to him in the most precious way, many times before. I’m not sure this is real.
“A little,” he admits pressing kisses against my skin. “You?”
I nod. “I’m worried I’m going to be bad at it.”
“We can figure it out together,” he says, kissing me again. I love the way his mouth feels against mine. The way his tongue slides past my lips and explores my mouth, as if it’s performing a dance with my tongue and my teeth, setting my entire body on fire and causing my insides the throb with need.
I allow my hands to venture south, pausing at his belt, working the buckle open. “Tell me what to do,” I whisper, undoing his button and then his zip and sliding my fingers under the waistband of his boxer briefs.
“I think you’re doing it,” he gasps, his voice wavering as I boldly wrap my hand around his shaft, noting how large it feels in my hand and how the length of it matches the rest of him.
“Is this OK?”
“Yes.” He hisses and moans softly as my lips brush across his chest and up his neck, my hand moving back and forth along his shaft. Something about knowing that I’m the only woman who’s ever touched him like this has me feeling bolder than I knew I could be.
Lowering to my knees, I release his length then take him into my mouth, my tongue tasting the saltiness at the tip. I hum, the aching in my own sex growing in intensity as I suck and swirl, loving the appreciative noises that keep flowing from within his chest. The sounds of his moans, the knowledge that he’s coming undone because of my touch doing things to me. It makes me feel powerful, wanton,desirable.
“Querida,” he gasps, his hands going to my hair, gripping a little tighter as he fucks my mouth. Then he growls and fists my hair, stopping my movement before tilting my head upwards so I meet his eyes. “Get on the bed.”
The command causes my insides to clench and I do as he asks, walking backwards with my eyes locked with his. I’m getting off on the desire I see in his. He wants me. I want him. And that’s the only thing that matters in this moment.
As I rest back onto the soft mattress, he climbs over me like a predator and his prey. “I am desperate to take you,” he whispers, teasing my mouth with his lips. “I want to bury my bare cock deep inside you, fill your womb with my seed and never leave your side.” His wishes and words fill my heart. Then he kisses me with an intense force, moaning into my mouth as his tongue probes.
“You can take whatever you want from me,” I say as he slides down my body, pulling at the cups of my bra, tugging them downward before palming my breasts. His fingers find my already erect nipples and squeeze before he takes one in his mouth and sucks back, hard. My back arches and I wrap my legs around him.
“Oh, I intend to,” he says, shifting back so he can hook his fingers into the black lace of my panties. Then he pulls them down my legs, freeing my body of the material. He hums lightly, sliding his fingers through the curls on my mound before he reaches up to the space between my breasts, pressing his fingertips against my skin and dragging them back down, over my stomach until he’s pushing my thighs open and gazing upon my center. “You are exquisite, querida.” He kneels between my thighs, his naked arousal standing to attention as he holds it in his other hand, ready to push it inside me.
“Take me. Please, Luis. I’m aching for you.”
He groans. “I love hearing you beg for me.”
“Please.” My insides pulse with anticipation and I open my legs wider for him, moaning as his tip pushes into my opening.
“Oh God. You feel amazing.” He hisses through his teeth as he inches his way in. “Are you OK?”
“I’m OK,” I assure him, willing my body to relax as I stretch around his girth. My body was made to accept him, and while it burns a little the deeper he slides inside me, it also feels good, right, and like we were created specifically for this moment. It’s almost magical.
“I don’t want to hurt you, querida. Let me try something to make you feel good.” He pulls back out and I whimper at the loss. But I gasp with pleasure when he takes the tip of his dick and uses it to tease me. Back and forth he moves, sliding between my entrance and my clit then back down again. It makes my eyes roll back into my head.
“Oh Luis. That feels amazing.”
“Yeah? It’s nice for me too.”
“I’m getting really warm. I think something is going to happen.” I push up on my elbows to watch the display, my teeth pressing into my lip as my insides tighten then intensify before they burst. “Holy shit!” The moment my hips buck, Luis thrusts inside me, breaking past my barrier so fast that I barely feel the break. My climax keeps going as he pumps back and forth, our bodies slapping, hips grinding, nails digging into flesh.
“You’re mine now, querida. This pussy, this body, your womb; it’s all mine. I don’t know how, but I’ll find a way to keep you. I can’t give this up. I can’t…” He drives his hips in deep and I feel him shudder as his seed spurts into my depths, filling me and joining us completely.I’m his now.
“I love you, Luis,” I whisper as we breathe hard in our tangled mess.
“I love you too, Tara, my querida. And now that I’ve had you, I don’t think I can ever let you go. We’ll work this out, OK? I’ll find a way.”
I nod as his hand caresses the side of my face before he kisses me with intensity and passion. I never thought the fantasy I had of Luis and I together would ever become a reality. But here I am in his arms, sharing a bed while hiding from the world and making plans for a forever. I want it all to be exactly as we want. But even I know that in the real world, duty and desire rarely mix.
Luis
When I open my eyes, the sun is streaming in through the window. Tara sleeps peacefully beside me, and I’m overwhelmed with feeling for her. I don’t know how I ever thought I could come back here and have only a handful of moments with her. One night was never going to be enough. Being with her has only increased my desire, turning it into a raging bonfire that will never be put out. Now I have to figure out how to keep her.
She stirs, her eyes fluttering open before a smile curves her lips and she stretches her arms above her head. “Good morning, my love,” she says.
