His hands were everywhere, her waist, her hair , sliding over her hips, cupping her ass so he could pull her against him, the hard line of his cock pressed against Sofia's stomach. His lips were on hers, devouring her, as though this would be his final meal. It had been weeks since they have been like this. Since they had shared an intimate moment such as this, not just physical, but emotional. A deep sense of longing for the others embrace, for their caress, swelling at the pit of their souls.
Prince Hugo released her, though his body begged him to hold the contact, stepping back, his gaze lingered over every inch of her body. Heat pulsed through every inch of Sofia's body, burning through her at an indescribable pace, his gaze heavy, needy and demanding.
"Take them off," he murmured, gesturing at her clothes.
"Demanding tonight, aren't we?" Princess Sofia teased, watching his eyes darken as she peeled off her clothes. The sharp intake of his breath made her stomach flip in the best way.
Prince Hugo took a step backwards, undressed and let his clothes fall to the floor. "Three weeks, four days and eight hours I've had to look at you, admire you- crave you… yet to touch has been the forbidden fruit, I've been desperate to consume. Yes, I am demanding. Not just to touch. Just to be with you. The you only I get to see."
Prince Hugo dropped onto the small loveseat against the wall, posture asserting a sense of power, a feel of dominance, though Princess Sofia was completely aware how quickly she could force him into a state of whimpering mess; Prince Hugo beckoned her to join, two fingers curling to draw her attention. The memory of such an action within her sent a small shiver through her spine, and she obeyed. Though as eager as him, she ensured her journey across the small space between them was delayed, allowing a slight extra sway of her hips as she moved, her index finger tilting his chin up as she reached her destination. "Poor baby." Sofia's voice was low, husky, slightly deeper than usual. "How can I make it up to you?" A small pout formed across her lips, the light mockery laced in her words, such a sentiment seemed to only fuel Ibrahim's desperation to feel her.
"Sofia …" his voice was soft, almost pleading, his eyes on her. She knew what he wanted, he didn't have to say the words aloud, he didn't have to ask. She was more than willing to give him everything he wanted, everything he needed.
Princess Sofia climbed on to his lap, straddling his hips, hands fell to his shoulders. Prince Hugo didn't move, he just watched her, felt the slickness from her arousal coat his length as her hips took a gentle rock against him, a ghosting of her entrance before the chance of heaven was so quickly taken from him; but he'd wait, she was worth the wait. Watched as Princess Sofia took his hand and guided it between her body, guiding his fingers to the warmth between her legs. A needy moan fluttered from her lips when he touched her.
"Touch me, make me scream your name, remind me exactly what I've been missing," Princess Sofia ordered, even now she couldn't switch off their roles from Submissive and Dominant, if he ever had a problem with it, it never showed.
Prince Hugo didn't say a word, just tangled his fingers in her hair, cupping the back of her head and pulling Princess Sofia to his mouth, his lightly growing beard scratching her as he kissed her. The hand between Sofia's legs moved, two fingers sliding into her, caressing her inner walls, fucking her, mimicking the gesture from earlier, curling with her, deep, hard, rough. Perfect.
Princess Sofia groaned, the sound swallowed by his mouth on hers. She was grinding herself down on his fingers, her nails dug into his shoulders, holding on as tight as she could anchoring her to reality as she chased her orgasm.
His fingers slid in out and of her, gently caressing her clit before removing them when Sofia let out a growl of frustration, his hand slid down Princess Sofia's back, his arm around her waist, easily lifting her. He lowered her onto his cock, stretching her wide, a deep groan rumbling through his chest. Once he was fully inside her, he rested his hands on her waist, and leaned back.
"Ride me," Prince Hugo half begged, half growled. She enjoyed seeing him this way. Desperate. Desperate for her.
Princess Sofia moved to take hold of the back of the couch, holding it in a death grip as she started to move, slowly at first, her speed increasing with every tip of Prince Hugo's hips, every drag of his fingers across her skin. It wasn't long before she were riding him hard and fast, her head thrown back, her cries of pleasure filling the room.
Prince Hugo urged her on, his hands bruisingly tight on her hips, pulling her forward as he thrust up into her, his cock dragging across Princess Sofia's sweet spot, his abdominal muscles pressed against the swollen nub of nerves at the apex of her thighs, his lips wrapped around her breast, his tongue laving and teasing the nipple,the pleasure nearly overwhelming her. Princess Sofia was gasping, moving, hips lifting and falling, faster and faster, the coil in her stomach wound so tight that she felt as though she were going to explode.
Just as she were to hit her peak, Prince Hugo's hand was between her legs, his thumbpressed to her clit, his arm sliding around her waist and holding her tight against his body. Sofia's thighs were trembling, her breathing ragged and stuttering as wave after wave of incredible sensations rolled through her, her around Prince Hugo, drawing his release from him.
Princess Sofia fell into his arms, spent, exhausted, and thoroughly satisfied. Prince Hugo's hands roamed up and down her back, his lips explored her neck and shoulders, his strong arms holding her. She ran her fingers through Ibrahim's hair, her forehead resting on his.
"Was that worth the wait?" Princess Sofia asked, feeling his cock twitching inside her, hips moving in slow lazy circles.
"Oh yeah. Still I think we should go again for you to really make it up to me."