Eleanor was good at what she did, she knew that and Jasper most certainly knew that; her thumb brushed across the still covered bulge, knowing that he wouldn't hurry her, she could take her time – draw it out and make him appreciate it even more. Leaning in, she let her lips trace along the outline of his cock, searching for the tip; once she located it, she sucked at it desperately through his boxer-briefs, a darkened spot soon appearing under her mouth. Biting down on the inside of his cheek as he watched her, hand soon moving from his side to pull back the mess of curls away from her face, patience wasn't always his strong point, but when it came to this he liked to savour every moment.
With one hand resting on his thigh, the other lifted to ease down his boxers; Jasper remained perfectly still, stomach muscles tightening in anticipation of once again having his cock back in that familiar warmth. The Princess wasted no time, tongue soon poking past her lips to drag across the tip, soon finding her stride, desperation to tease becoming apparent as she ignored anything but the head, lapping relentlessly until she felt the pre-come begin to pool there; pulling her head back, lips turned up into a smug smirk, she lifted a hand to the base of his cock, pumping steady as she returned her mouth to it's previous position. Lowering her head slowly until she had engulfed as much of his velvety shaft as she could, her hand taking care of the rest; lips tightening around him, she soon found her rhythm, bobbing her head, as she grew bolder and bolder. The fingers in her hair grew tense, the pressure on her roots growing as he tugged just that little bit. Her hand moved to cup his balls in her palm, massaging them as she continued to move her mouth, tongue tracing the prominent vein along the underside of his cock.
He didn't realise how long it had been since he was in this position, before Monaco; although their last night had been something to remember, Jasper was desperate to feel that tight heat once more. "Stand up," he spoke, voice not as steady as he would have liked, but considering the fact her lips were wrapped around his cock in such an obscene manner, it was understandable. Quirking a brow in his direction, she reluctantly pulled back, "But you didn't even –"
"Plenty of time for that," he replied, talking over her in a way that always infuriated her; pulling herself up from the floor, she wiped at the corners of her lips, a smile developing as he nodded his head towards the bedroom. As she turned to move, he was close behind her; too close, like a hunter stalking it's prey. Adjusting himself as he moved, he pulled his boxers back around his hips, watching as she pushed the door into the bedroom and practically leapt onto the bed.
"I don't want you going off like that again, putting yourself at risk," Jasper stated, standing at the foot of the bed as she settled on her back, straining her neck to look up at him. He was a lot more intimidating when he had no pants on, but she'd follow that order, not because he'd said it, but because she wanted to. She wanted to make some sort of step in the right direction. Peeling off his shirt, he discarded it to the side, soon kneeling on the edge; Eleanor shifted in anticipation as the bed dipped under his weight.
Jasper was many things: twisted, manipulative, conniving but you could never call him selfish, especially not when it came to sex. There was nothing he loved more than burying his head between the thighs of the Princess, feeling her quiver and buck against him, plus it was the only time when she never spat abuse at him.
The male didn't wait for permission before sliding calloused hands under her dress, expertly hooking his forefingers around the waistband of her panties, dragging them off of slim limbs with ease. Swift kisses were pressed from the inside of her knee upwards; Eleanor was already growing agitated, there was no sight more arousing to her than the top of Jasper's head between her legs. She knew he must be in some sort of discomfort at this stage, especially due to the fact he was pressed so closely to the mattress, but he didn't seem set on complaining. Reaching down, she tugged the hem of her dress up so it was pooling around her waist, not to assist him in any way, merely so she could watch him.
Parting her slick folds with one hand, he lowered his head once more, tongue eagerly pressing against her cunt, lapping slow and steady against her entrance before culminating with a swipe across her clit. Hips bucking instinctively, Eleanor found herself spreading her legs further apart, bending her knees to give him better access and to give her a better view. Once he got started there was no stopping him, his lips set their sights on the bundle of the nerves, sucking more urgently, juices already beginning to trickle along his chin. Jasper's fingers adjusted, lazily tracing her tight hole, silently warning her before sinking his digit into her tight heat, she responded in the most delicious way. Hips lifting from the mattress, a string of curse words flying from her lips as her chest heaved in the effort of trying to contain herself to a level that wouldn't be embarrassing. Lips never letting up on the pressure on her clit, he added a second finger, fucking her slowly with them, occasionally curling them inwards, and clearly hitting the right spot judging by the hand painfully tugging on his hair.
Dragging his head back, he watched his fingers as they sank into her cunt, a small smirk on his lips as he pulled them out soaked, "God, you taste so good; I've missed it." The sight before her was so obscene, his lips were glistening with her juices, topped off with that smirk it only had her bucking her hips even harder in an attempt to fuck herself on his fingers. Meeting her gaze one last time, he bowed his head, tongue resuming it's relentless laving and lapping of her pink little clit.
Jasper didn't pause, not even for a moment; she was dealing with a hell of a lot, and he was there to relieve some of that enormous pressure, whatever stress she was feeling, he wanted to give her at least a few minutes of pure bliss. The male didn't hesitate for a second as her hips bucked against his mouth, fingers pumping in and out repeatedly of her warm cunt. She could feel herself tumbling towards the edge, one more crook of his fingers and a wave of pleasure washed over her frail, tired body. His free hand blindly moved to pin her hips to the bed, tongue continuing to lap at her soaked pussy, riding her orgasm out with her. She would never admit it, but his name fell from her mouth several times, mixed in with pained whimpers and what could only be described as hyperventilating.
Patiently, he withdrew his fingers, pressing a quick kiss to the inside of her thigh before pulling himself into a sitting position, her body was still recovering from the climax, and he distracted himself by shamelessly cleaning off his fingers with his own mouth.
"Jasper," she whined, struggling to free herself from her dress, legs too weak to sit up at that present moment in time. Silently, he reached across to his dresser, yanking open the drawer to retrieve a condom, ripping it open with his teeth; he spat the foil out onto the floor. Pressing the rubber into her hand, he managed to manoeuvre the remaining clothing from her body; silently thanking her for her decision not to wear a bra. Momentarily distracted by the perky, albeit small, breasts in front of him, only dragged back into reality as he felt a knee to his stomach; instinctively grabbing her leg, he scowled down at her before setting it back down on the bed.
It didn't take the bodyguard long to rid himself of his underwear, soon positioning himself back between her legs, his face hovering over hers. The look of concentration on his face causing a moment of weakness in her, straining her neck to press her lips against his, taking him by surprise. It wasn't a heated kiss, more an affectionate one, which wasn't like her. Her kisses were always bruising, left his lips tingling for hours after. Jasper didn't comment on it, instead retrieving the condom from her clutch, rolling it over his length. His thick cock sliding along her slit over and over again, purposely teasing her now, watching as her expression changed from one of content to one of annoyance. Pressing his forehead against hers, they retained eye contact as he eased part of his cock into her tight core with just one short thrust. Stopping the cry that was about to erupt from her with his own mouth, he kissed her, hard, as if she wasn't allowed to breathe, as if she owed him all the air in her lungs. Eleanor lifted her hands to the vast plain of his back, nails grazing the smooth skin there; giving him all the encouragement he needed to push deeper, feeling her tight sex stretch around him.
Pulling back slightly, he craned his neck, lips finding purchase under her collarbone, sucking a neat pink mark to match the one on her neck, his hips moving at a steady pace as she mewled and whimpered underneath him. Hands sliding between her back and the blankets, he held her close as he flipped them over, silently demanding that she ride him. Which was a challenge she welcomed with open arms; she felt like she had at least a little control like this. Pulling her hips off of him completely, she teased herself with the head of his cock, eyes narrowing as she lowered herself back down. Letting out an extravagant moan as she sank down, feeling the full length of his length inside of her; letting herself adjust only for a moment, she didn't spend long building up the pace. The Princess was soon riding him hard enough that he could feel his, usually steady, bed shift beneath them. Occasionally bucking his own hips up into her, he leaned in, pushing her back towards him so she was close enough that he could envelope one of her hardened nipples between his lips. Sucking hard as the other nipple soon began to receive attention from his brazen fingers, eyes opening occasionally to watch her pussy repeatedly swallow his cock.
His possessive side was a lot more apparent during sex, mouth trailing kisses from one breast to the other, tongue laving across the hardened peak before pulling her down flush against his chest. Head dipping to mouth at her throat, hands moving down to grip her ass, holding her still as he fucked into her, pace increasing as his frustration grew. Eleanor's own hands came to rest either side of his head; the noises were constant now, desperate noises that he would be sure to remind her of in the morning.
Easing a hand between them, his forefinger and index finger soon found the over-sensitive bundle of nerves, circling it as he continued to fuck up into her tight cunt. "You look so good like this, so willing to take anything I give you; always so desperate for my cock, huh, Princess?"
Eleanor had no reply to his taunts, instead she attempted to swallow back a moan, he didn't deserve to hear her enjoyment if he was going to be so much about it – but as the pressure on her clit grew, all sense of reasonability flew out of the window and she was soon back to moaning like what her mother would claim was a common whore. "I want to see you come for me again, I know you're close, I can feel that tight little pussy of yours clenching around me," Jasper growled, a hand resting on her hip as he held her still, hips snapping up into hers with more force than he thought possible. It didn't take long for her to come for the second times, body spasming against his, the sound of his name being cried from her lips was the only thing he needed to reach his own peak. Coming, spurt after spurt into the condom, hips still moving as he rode them both through their orgasm.
Her slight body soon went limp, and she was resting her full weight against him in a matter of moments; breasts pressed hard against his chest, basking in the afterglow, Jasper made no move to pull out, instead lifting a hand to drag his fingers through the mussed up curls at the back of her head. Pressing her face into his neck, she took a moment to recover before reluctantly easing herself off of him. He followed suit, sliding the condom off, he tied it before tossing it successfully in the trash; Eleanor took one last look at him, hair flattened to his forehead, cheeks red with the effort, before sliding off of the bed to clean herself off in the bathroom.
Fifteen minutes later, they were both tucked under the covers of his bed, usually after they fucked, they fell straight to sleep, this time however, he could feel the Princess occasionally shift a little closer to him until their forearms were touching. Silently, he lifted his arm, sliding it so it was behind her head; Eleanor took this as an invitation to move in, resting her head against his clavicle. They didn't say a word about it, about how this was the first time they had ever come so close to cuddling, but that was probably for the best.
This was the start of something real, something uninhibited by blackmail or desperation, something worth persevering for.
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