Page 6 of Cheeky Prince
Jill
Itake far too long in the shower, my hands rubbing soap over my sensitive skin while I think about the way Dominic touched me. I always wondered what it would be like, how it would feel to have a man’s hands on me, and now that I know, I don’t want it to stop. I don’t even want to think about the fact that I need to go back home tomorrow. I just want to live in this moment, feel what I’m feeling and enjoy the things he can teach me. It’ll feed my fantasies—that have been seriously lacking thus far—for the rest of my life. I’ve never even touched myself before, but after that little taste, I’m aching for more.
Nerves swirl in my stomach when I think about what he wants from me when I finish in here. And I want to give that to him, but I am a little concerned over how it will feel. Belinda, my bestie, told me all about her first time when we were in college, and it wasn’t a pretty story. And on top of that, his fingers filled me pretty darn well. What will that mammoth of a dick do to me?
Taking a deep breath, I remind myself that women’s bodies are made to stretch enough to give birth to a full-sized baby. If I can’t fit Dominic’s penis, then I truly am broken.
Having babies does look like it hurts a lot though…
My brain is kind enough to revisit eighth-grade health class when they made us watch the birthing process in all its gory, screeching detail.
Surely a giant penis won’t feel like giving birth, though. Right?
I mean, there can't be painful contractions during sex or no one would do it.
Trying to shake my fears from my mind, I assure myself that I just have an overactive imagination and shut the water off before reaching for my towel.
Except my towel isn’t there.
When I open the fog-covered door, I find Dominic standing there with my towel in his hands. “I was worried you fell over in here.” He approaches me, and wraps the massive white towel around my body, rubbing me with his hands to help get me dry. It makes me feel cared for and wanted, something that has been severely lacking in my life. It’s not that I had terrible parents, just absent ones. They were too busy with their careers and impressing their friends to be bothered with the silly drama of a teenage girl. I learned fast to keep my problems to myself, which turned into emotional eating, which turned into a ton of extra problems. Being called a ‘beached whale’ at my first pool party turned into jokes in college about ‘slapping a fat chick’s thighs and riding the wave in’. I internalized everything. Every little hurt, every feeling of being ignored or dismissed. I kept it all in. No one wanted to hear, after all. In a way, needing to physically hide from Craig on that cruise was a culmination of hiding from everything my entire life. Then I step into this man’s house and with one look, one touch, he wants me. He sees me. And maybe, just maybe, he cares for me too.
Wouldn’t that be wonderful?
After all my years of feeling unwanted and alone, this beautiful beast of a man wants to claim me like one of those girls in the storybooks.
“I was just making sure I was clean for you,” I say, turning to meet his eyes over my shoulder.
He hums pleasurably, his hands moving to gather my hair over one shoulder, so my neck is exposed. He buries his face in the curve of my neck and inhales, nipping and sucking at my freshly soaped skin. “I love the way you smell,” he says, his other hand at my hip, pulling me closer so I can feel his hard length against my ass. “It makes me so fucking hard.”
I gasp, my legs shaking, my core aching. Is it sensible to want a man when the only things I know about him are his name and where he lives? Probably not. But I’ve been so sensible for so long. This trip was supposed to be about letting go, about finally finding someone. And while this may never be more than one night, it’ll be something that stays with me for the rest of my life.
“Would you like me to lie on the bed?” I ask, remembering his instructions from before, eager to move things forward.
“So eager.” I feel the smile on his lips as he sucks at my skin, his hand moving from my hip and under the towel to take a heavy breast in his palm. “So fucking sexy.” He tweaks my nipple, twisting it between his fingers, causing me to moan as I relax against him. “Get on your knees.”
I lift my head to meet his eyes, seeking clarification. Does he want me in a crawling position? Or a prayer position? I need guidance here.
“I want to put my dick in your mouth,mon petit chou.”
“OK.” I turn and lower myself to my knees, feeling the goofy smile before I have the chance to stop it.That can’t be sexy!
With a sexy smirk, he unbuttons his pants, and I help him remove them with clumsy hands. I’m grateful to him for not pointing out my lack of grace, although once his pants are gone, I get the distinct feeling I’m missing out on something here.
“Something wrong,mon petit chou?”
“Uh, no. I…I was hoping maybe you could take your shirt off too? Please?” I offer an awkward smile, which he returns with a beaming one before he complies, pulling his shirt over his head and dropping it to the floor where my damp towel now lies.
“Better?”
I lift a hand and press it to the point where his pecs meet (man cleavage?) before I run my fingers down the hard bumps that make up his well-defined abs. How did a girl who looks like me manage to arouse a man who looks like him to the point where his cock is quite literally dripping before my eyes? This feels like I’m in the middle of my very own private fairytale.
“You’re too beautiful for me,” I whisper. It comes out unbidden, but the thought rings true. I watch movies, I read magazines, and nowhere in them do I see the big girls with the brawny guys. It simply doesn’t match up.
“Toobeautiful? Do you want me to put my cock away?” he asks, taking it in his left hand.
I meet his eyes, alarmed. “No.”
“Then open wide, princess. I’m going to come down your throat.”
