The room had grown too warm for clothes so they removed them quickly. It had grown too warm for sheets so they were pushed haphazardly to the side. It had grown too warm for bodies to be pressed together, but that was one thing they didn't mind.
His mouth fell on hers for the hundredth time since they rounded the corner and escaped the parole of the guards. Every step closer to the door of her room transformed the kiss in the way their demeanor changed: charming and measured to sloppy and excited.
She rolled them over, so that the spirit of chaos was on his back. He was the prince and the general of the entire national army, but the royal lineage flowed through her veins. As far as she was concerned it was her country, so she topped.
She kissed his strong jaw and neck, stopping to feel his pulse beat against her lips. She found his collar bone with her teeth and grazed his skin as she slipped down his chest, ever trimmed.
Her lips were searing in the already heated room, like licks of fire from the blazing sun she commanded. His heart hammered in his chest and she innocently placed her ear to it to listen to the tempo increase while her hands trailed a naughty southbound path.
His hand entwined in her long hair, pink like the cotton candy of his chocolate milk rain clouds. The other hand rubbed her shoulder and arm loving the smooth skin that radiated a golden glow in the candle lit room.
He groaned in approval when manicured nails gently scratched his hipbone, and his mouth made an O when her pampered fingers grasped his waiting member.
She looked up from his chest to catch his ruby eyes with her fiery purple. Her lips were smug as she simply held him in her hand. She continued the rest of her kissing journey down his firm chest and toned stomach. His hands fell away as she moved from his reach.
Sitting up on her knees the day bringer placed her free hand on her chest, moving her luscious hair away with a toss of her head. With the view unobstructed, she rolled her plush mound in her palm, then tweaked and pulled her stiff nipple in expert familiarity.
Her other hand didn't leave the throbbing rod, nor did that smug look of mischief leave her lips. He sat up and watched her tease herself, enjoying the show set before him. Maybe he'd get a meal to go with it if he watched attentively.
She bit her lip as she looked at him, making sure he realized the performance was his. Her hand left her bosom to glide down her flat stomach. Her delicate hand drifted to her thighs and weaseled a finger in between them. It dipped quickly into her wetness. When it was taken away, she held it up for him to see the glistening proof of her desire.
He licked his lips, thirsting for the oasis she kept at a distance. He watched her lap open with a building yearning to bury his tongue. But he sat with patience, knowing there was more to come.
His member twitched in her hand, so she started a gentle rhythm that stroked him up and down. She knew, she could only expect good behavior for so long, but the interest in his eyes told her he wanted to see what more she had in store.
The wet finger was cleaned in her mouth, and she savored the flavor as though it were sweet frosting. She hummed in delight because he loved the sounds she made.
When she pulled it out, it made a wet pop. Her hand slide up a toned leg and ticked the inside with circled traces. She teased herself with her hand by pulling at her lower lips and puckering them to feel her hardened bud between. Her eyes closed but her smiled didn't fade as she plunged her fingers in and out of her depth.
He wanted to touch her, to taste her, to listen the wet smacks against her backside as he thrust himself into her. But instead he waited, because this must have been a lesson. She was fond of teaching, after all. This must have been a lesson on self-restraint so he welcomed it as a challenge.
But he was sure she would need him eventually, and that thought made him take on a smugness of his own. She would be reminded of how much better she felt when she let his capable hands, amongst other things, handle her body.
He didn't mind when her tempo speed up between her legs, or when she began to moan loudly. She was overdoing it anyway. He didn't mind when her head rolled back or when her chest heaved to desired filled pants. But he did mind when her hand left him and the smirk changed to concentration.
She'd forgotten him to finish for herself.
Well, he could not have that- he would not have that. It didn't occur to him that he was jealous of a few fingers. He was swift, pushing her to her back and pinning her arms to either side of her head in a flash. She didn't open her eyes, but could feel him staring at her with his eyes narrowed.
Her face had shifted slightly from concentration to annoyance, and it didn't even seem as though she was confused in the slightest.
What. She asked him with her eyes as she allowed them to open. She made it apparent that she was miffed as she tested his strength with an impatient tug of her wrists. What? His eyes flashed incredulous. It was apparent 'what.' She was going to finish without him, leave him hanging, in a sense. If anyone should be asking 'what,' it was him.
And then he saw the amusement in her eyes. She laughed at him with a grin, revealing to him that it was all a part of her plan. The trickster had been tricked! He sought his revenge with a heated kiss that stole her breath away.
He let most of his weight rest on his knees as he attacked her mercilessly with his mouth. She didn't beam at him any longer, instead moaned in honest as he rubbed his stiffness against her slick slit. Her eyes fluttered to a close again.
Her legs wrapped around him, silently begging for his entrance. He pulled back and lined himself up without his hands. Then he waited.
Why hadn't he pushed through? She opened her eyes to question when she felt him thrust in roughly to the hilt.
Her back arched reflexively while she grunted unabashed in an unprincess like manner.
He loved when she did that.
Now that he was in her, he gave himself to her. His length filled her and stretched her perfectly. His hips slammed into hers in a quick blur. She couldn't simply moan or mewl as he hammered away inside of her, so she groaned and begged him to keep going.
She wanted to touch him again, but it was his turn to explore; he kept her hands pinned to the bed. He used his teeth to nip the sweaty skin of her chest, then he rubbed his face on each of her mountains and scraped his teeth between the valley. She loved his stubble.
He moved to bury his nose in her hair, sending shivers down her spine as he panted in her ear. He felt a twinge in his stomach and the clench of her slick cave. They were close so he bit her earlobe and growled.
Irregular thrusts slapped against her while her legs pulled him tighter to her quivering body, milking him as they came.
He went flaccid, still inside. Spent for the time being, he let her wrists go. She rolled them over, but stayed connected, just resting her head on his sweaty shoulder as they caught their breath. Neither fretted, their clans were so different their people could not reproduce together.
Time ticked and candle wax melted as they felt the other's chest expand and collapse. Their rhythm didn't match and that made the moment all the more personal. They were two different people, bound by choice and love.
She felt him growing hard again so she wriggled her hips. Ready to go? She asked with the motion. His reply was to throw his arms greedily around her back and roll them over once again.