Page 46 of Prince Un-Charming

“I think I’ll start here.”

He just barely grazes my nipples with the palms of his hands. He moves them up and down, barely making contact. The desire shooting through me is maddening. I arch my back, pushing my chest toward him. He grins and closes his hand on my boobs, making slow, slippery circles.

I reach down and pump some soap into my own hand. While he concentrates on my chest, I start on his shoulders, moving back and forth. Slowly I work my way down to his upper arms, then his forearms. Then I copy his motion, my hands on his chest.

“Kiss me.”

Our lips meet and then his tongue fills my mouth. We slide our hands up to each other’s shoulders and our chests collide. I compress my breasts against him, and he moans his appreciation into my mouth.

He turns me, pushing my back up against the wall of the shower. I let my hand slide down his body, while he does the same. I grab his shaft and slide my hands up and down while his fingers dance between my legs.

He probes me gently, then inserts one finger all the way inside me. I grab him tighter and kiss him harder while his finger explores me thoroughly.

“You are so sexy.”

He looks me right in the eye when he says it, pulling his finger out of me. I rub his cock harder and he plunges his finger back into me. I cry out, but I keep looking at him. We tease each other like that, our hands working more and more frantically as we torture each other in the best possible way.

“Caesar…”

He picks my leg up, pinning it against the wall. His fingers separate my folds and hold me open. Then he lines the tip of his cock up against me. I kiss him.

Then I look him right in the eye. “I want you to fuck me. Hard. Now.”

He shoves his cock all the way inside me with one hard thrust, looking me deeply in the eyes.

“Yes.” I grab his shoulders as I cry out. “More.”

Instead of being cushioned, the hard wall of the shower behind me gives me no choice but to take every inch of him as he gives it to me. He shifts slightly so he can slide his hand between us. Then he starts massaging me as he continues his relentless, perfect pounding.

There’s nothing I can do but hold on. Under his touch, my excitement grows. He leans up against the wall, placing his free hand next to my head. I can feel his breath. His eyes are so close, I can see flecks of gold in them.

Then he slows down. As he slides gently in and out of me, he rubs my clit in perfect rhythm. He slowly raises the tempo. The feeling grows in me, swelling, filling me up.

He starts and stops again, slowly. My clit is positively throbbing under his touch. If he picked up the pace I would come immediately. I’m glad he’s not, as much as I crave release.

He goes slightly faster, with just a little bit more pressure. It’s like he knows exactly the pace to keep the excitement building but not to push me over the edge.

“Please. Make me come, Caesar.” I’m begging.

I’ll promise him whatever he wants if he just makes me come now, immediately.

He kisses my cheek. “Not yet.”

Over and over, he brings me to the brink only to take it away. I’m pinned against the wall with his cock and his hand and all I can do is endure the sweet, sweet suffering he’s imposing on me.

I give up begging and pleading, and I enjoy every moment of him ramming into me against the wall, slowly then fast in repetition. He kisses my cheek and then moves his mouth to my ear.

“I think it’s time.”

The whisper sends a shiver through me and I find my strength, grabbing onto him and bracing myself. He starts rubbing me harder and faster, then pounding as deeply as he can, over and over.

He kisses me and his tongue delves deep into my mouth. We rise higher and higher as he picks up the pace. He grabs my other leg and picks me up. My breasts bounce against his chest and then I’m there. I fly off the cliff into an abyss of endless pleasure.

I hear him cry out and feel him empty himself inside me. My body goes limp, and he tightens his grip on me.

We lean against the wall together as the wonderful feeling slowly ebbs away. Then slowly he sets my legs down and we stand there, clinging to each other and panting.

As the water runs over us, he starts washing my hair. “Gotta make my dirty girl clean again before we start the day.”

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