“Princess?”
I coughed and he let himself in. Joe was the chefs assistant and he would often sneak me little pastries on a night, when the cook retired.
He opened the big maghony door as quietly as he could to my red and gold chamber and set the pastries down on the dressing table.
Once he had set the beautiful set of lush pastries down, he walked over to my king sized bed and sat down on the cushion surface.
He often played with the threading, murmuring how soft it was.
I watched him hesistently. There was something I had to do today.
He was always the one for me. He had deep amber eyes, like the embers of the fire where he’d bake all day, his dirty blonde hair a sharp contrast. He had a gorgeous set jaw and heavy shoulders. Muscular arms and a ripped torso to match from slaving away in burning heat all day.
I was fairly plan. Petite, 32B and barely a curve to match the young girls that often blew him kisses when he delivered pastries to the village. My brown curls were often swept beneath the measly crown I wore.
Today I needed him. I hoped he needed me. I was wearing a simple black robe with no jewels. He looked up at me and blushed when I sat beside him.
“Princess… I should go.”
I grabbed him muscular arm before he could get up. My heart pounding in my chest and pushed him down gently in the bed.
Running my hand across his chest, I realised his heart was beating remarkably fast. I then planted my cool lips to his warm, red ones.
He seemed to melt beneath me, running his chapped hands up my back and into my hair, tossing the crown aside. We kissed, urgently and passionately at the same time, becoming entangled in a limbs and clothing.
I wanted to be nearer. To feel his skin on mine. I gently pushed moved my mouth away and sat up. Letting the robe slip off my tan skin.
He gasped a little and his eyes went wide. He ran his fingers from my chest to between my legs. I moaned a little as he started rubbing between them, unable to control myself.
He spun me around and took off his chefs trousers and shirt and eventually his underwear. I couldn’t help but gape. I’d never seen a man naked before, he had a good hung package that was remarkably upright.
We sunk further into my canapy king-sized bed and he moved his lips all across my skin. Against my cheek, lip, neck, ears and then down across my small breasts. He worked his way down to my stomach, my hips and thighs. Then spread my legs apart.
He pulled my legs forward and I couldn’t help but let out a small gasp as he sunk his mouth to the wet place between my legs. His tongue traversed it intricately and I began moaning his name, over and over.
He got faster and more urgently and I felt myself reaching ecstasy, then he stopped.
He stopped and gently put his manhood inside of me. I gasped, feeling the glorious 10 inches inside of me. A sharp pop happened and I knew Joe had ruined me. I didn’t care.
He sank into me and I wrapped my legs around his back. He thrusted slowly and carefully, I buried my face into his shoulder, gasping as I gyrated with him. We moved as one, our whispered moans for one another and gently pumping away.
Eventually, I felt his manhood throbbing inside me, it drove me crazy and I could feel myself reaching an ecstasy like state.
I moved my lips to his ear, so he could hear my gasps better. My pleas to let him ruin me. That was enough for him.
He sat up and pumped hard into me. I quivered with every pump and felt a wetness escape me as my head became filled with clouds. I moaned his name loud and then I felt him drain himself inside of me too. I felt his seed seep into me and I gladly shuddered knowing he was my first, feeling it throb from between my legs and down my thighs.
He laid on top of me, stroking my hair and looking at me with those deep amber eyes. We stared at each other, holding tight, wondering when we could next ruin each other for anyone else.
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