Light is streaming through the cracks in the curtains and highlighting floating dust motes. Heavy heads rolling and shifting on all too warm pillows, a nose full of the stuffy scent of sweat, dirty bed sheets and leftover perfume, numb and lethargic legs draped and tangled over each other, knotted together in the blanket folds. A hand clasped together with another overnight, fingers intertwined, loosely held but lasting.
An arm slamming into my stomach.
Prince Hugo jolted awake with a start as Princess Sofia shifts to face her husband, swinging her arm around and slapping onto his stomach. Prince Hugo groaned a little and settle back; looking over her sleepy face and taking in the quietly adorable peace Hugo was rudely awakened into.
"Good morning to you too, darling" Prince Hugo rumble with a lazy smirk.
"Mmrrrhmfff..."
Princess Sofia shifts and gives him hand a lazy squeeze, his tummy a stroke, slumping back and pouting her lips in a kissy face, eyes closed with soft deep breaths. Prince Hugo thinks about denying her, but he's too drowsy and it's far too early to start being a tease to someone too sleepy to remember much before her first cup of tea in the morning.
Prince Hugo reaches and leans over and kiss her cheek, a soft and lazy dry smooch, only remembering to wet his lips after with a flick of his tongue. Sofia's hands lets go of Prince Hugo's as he shift and move to kiss her more, her lips on his, but they reconnect with a stronger grip and her thumb rolling circles over Hugo's. Sofia's soft, and so are her skin and her lips, opening for more than just a single quick peck, her belligerent arm raising a hand back to cup Hugo's neck and cheek, finger tips tousled in his hair and drawing him in.
Their tongues quest towards each other as chests press together, lazily pressing and rubbing together with eyes closed, punctuated by short breaks to catch shallow breaths blown over our lips. Princess Sofia works up a pace, bullying Prince Hugo's tongue around wherever she feels like taking it – pushing it back past his lips and taking her time exploring his own mouth then flicking around over his teeth and his glistening lips, to get him back to her and bait him into taking an offensive. Prince Hugo doesn't have the patience Princess Sofia does and pushed back roughly, Prince Hugo's hips grinding against Sofia's and his hands clutching the sheets as he starts to wrestle her back to her mouth. Princess Sofia's determined to make it a struggle, slipping and avoiding Prince Hugo and pressing back while she wraps her hand tighter in his hair and pulls him closer, encouraging Prince Hugo to make it a very deep kiss.
With his chest stuck to hers and his hips errantly grinding in circles and soft little humps, Prince Hugo caught out when he falls into her trap. A sudden bite and he's snared. Hugo's tongue's at her mercy as Princess Sofia nibbles and works against Prince Hugo every way she wants, letting go just to press her lips around it and suck while she keeps writhing and bullying his tongue with hers. Prince Hugo breathes get rougher, her legs squeeze around mine, Hugo starts to squirm harder, Sofia grinds back, gyrating her hips in time with me. Prince Hugo starts to groan and whimper and she lets go of his tongue.
They were left breathily panting as the grip on Prince Hugo's head loosens, sliding down till it's comfortable in the crook of his elbow raised just above her shoulder. Their lips and chests break apart, the squirmy grinding slowing down as they open their eyes to meet each other. Prince Hugo's tongue is left sticking out as he regained his breath soft, slow and breathily, saliva dripping along a web from the tip of his to Sofia's lips, a lazy half-awake grin and a sleepy gaze greeting him while Princess Sofia's chest rises and falls with her breaths, a hand touching softly over him and his belly, then dropping away.
"Breakfast?"
Princess Sofia winks and bucks her hips up against Prince Hugo and he can't help gasping and flinching, losing his balance and finding his face on her chest, leaving as wet a mark below her collarbone as they left on each other's lips.
"You okay down there? Need to cool down?" Prince Hugo can't see her smirk, but he know Princess Sofia got one if her airy tone is anything to go by, cheeky tease! Prince Hugo just grumbled back a mess of flustered nothings and sigh and smooch about her chest, anywhere that isn't covered by Princess Sofia's loose tank top. A little of her wriggling keeps Prince Hugo from going further while she kicks at the sheets tangled around their legs, but soon a hand tousles his hair; Sofia's sinking back into bed with her eyes closed and mumbles; "C'mon…". Finally, time to tease her back.
Soft, wet smooches over her jaw that slowly trail down her neck, doubling up here and there as Prince gets down to the glistening marks he left all over her collarbone. Giving her the lightest tip touches of his tongue to draw out swirling patterns over her skin, giving her shivers and a grin as Prince Hugo blow gently over them, getting Princess Sofia to squeeze his hand still clasped in her and groan at him. Kisses around the cut of her tank top, then over the fabric with his cheek nuzzled against her breast are met with a lazy slide of a hand from his hair to his cheek that cups Hugo and lifts him up, just enough to get it between them and lift up Sofia's top, lazily pulling it over her chest with just a tug to get it past her nipples.
When Princess Sofia lets go, Prince Hugo is left focusing on all he can see, all he can feel and smell and everything Prince Hugo loves about her. Hugo's free hand sliding up Princess Sofia's soft waist with fingers spread apart and trailing about up her skin. The heady smell of her and a night's sweat, with the flowery tones of her soap from the shower before bed. The peach fuzz that'd be barely noticeable without the light coming through the partings in the curtains, the freckles and tiny moles spread across her chest, almost shadowed by her goose bumps. The little bumps about her areolas. How perky her nipples are, silhouetted in the light. Her impatient groans that tell him he's spending his time focusing altogether too much on something that doesn't involve Princess Sofia and his tongue.
Prince Hugo doesn't like to disappoint, so it's time to give her more attention; more kisses that go back around her chest with dashes of tongue, over her soft mounds and up in circles around her areola before big, wet smooches for her nipples. Fingers that spidered up over her ribs gripping around her other breast while Prince Hugo devotees his oral attention to the hard nub between his lips, smooches turning into sucks, followed by rough broad licks and quick flicks, nibbles that roll her nipple between his teeth then pulling, plus an occasional moment to catch a breath and blow coolly over the wetness from his drool.
Ragged, uneven breaths are escaping her lips as Prince Hugo keep his mouth at work, tongue circling her areola while he keep his lips smooched around Sofia's nipple, quick flicks up and down, grinding against her as Princess Sofia rubs her leg between his thighs at a mounting hardness. Nipping her between his teeth and pulling, when she starts to push his face away, letting go with a smack. Princess Sofia ends by pushing her thumb beyond Hugo's lips and over his tongue, gazing into his eyes as Prince Hugo starts to suck on it, stroking his tongue over every inch as Princess Sofia moves her thumb around and against it. "Open up" Sofia beckons and Prince Hugo part his lips, Hugo's tongue gliding against her thumb and curling, sticking out and presenting his sloppy, wet and panting mouth to her. Princess Sofia pulls her thumb from Hugo's tongue and smears it across his flushed cheeks as Prince Hugo struggles to keep her gaze, and replaces it with her two middle fingers. A grin and a rhythmic rubbing between his thighs accompany them, and Prince Hugo can't help but close his eyes and moan quietly, mouth wide as Princess Sofia shoves her fingers around his tongue, into his mouth, and Prince Hugo writhe around them. Covering them and getting them wet and sticky, closing his lips around them to suck and push back against them before Hugo opens his mouth to gasp and moan with the slightest opening of his eyes to look at Princess Sofia's controlling hazy gaze at Prince Hugo.
"What a hungry mouth…" Princess Sofia mumbles to herself, self-satisfied. She pulls their clasped hands from the sheets to her hips, just above her pantyline and lets go. "You know what to do, don't you?"
Fingers pulled from Prince Hugo's mouth, Princess Sofia slowly pushes his face down from her chest and on their leisurely stroll Prince Hugo makes sure to press as many kisses and flicks of tongue over her skin as Hugo can manage, resisting her just a moment to swirl his tongue around her belly button and dive the tip in, to an applause of shivers. The guiding push stops as Prince Hugo shuffled down between her thighs, kissing over Her panty line and then nuzzling his nose and lips over them and the folds caught by her lips, taking quick asides to give soft slow smooches across her inner thighs.
To his credit, Prince Hugo gets a leg hooked around his head and a hand ruffled through his hair, pushing Prince Hugo hard between Sofia's thighs, left gazing up to her smirk, his head filling up with her heady scent as Prince Hugo breathe deeply through his nose, mouth covered – lips to lips.
"You're too much of a damned tease for your own good". Princess Sofia meets a sheepish giggle with a squeeze of her thighs, but lets go to lift her legs up as Prince Hugo hooked his fingers into her panties and peel them free enough for Princess Sofia to kick them off. Prince Hugo left to his own devices as she idly trails her fingers through his hair, while the tip of Hugo's nose nuzzles a soft fuzzy mound of hers. It's trimmed in a short lazy triangle, just enough not to peek out of her swimwear and downy but unruly, coming to a stop just before her clit, while her lips are waxed smooth and a little sticky.
Legs at rest over Prince Hugo's shoulder and across his back, lips press to lips, soft and slow kisses from the crease in her thighs, side to side and up. Prince Hugo's tongue darts out, dampening his lips before he planted a deep smooch, her soft hair tickling his nose, giving her clit a broad flicking lick before he could take his lips from hers with a suck and a slow hot breath across her. Lips purse to blow again against Princess Sofia's clit, a cool wind, before they lay their way between her thighs – light touches followed by a flick of tongue and another kiss – from her outer lips to her hardening clit, and down between, parting with a tonguetip gliding down and spreading, stopping just to give quick sucking smooches.
Prince Hugo's idle hands rest with one clutching her thigh and squeezing plump indentations, while the other is tangled up with hers and lazing on the bedsheets while Princess Sofia lays eyes closed and head back, lazily twirling her fingers through Hugo's hair while he kissed and licked, and listened to her shivery breathing and deep sighs. Prince Hugo keeps at a sleepy pace, heavy-eyed and trapped in the warmth of her thigh grip, eyes closing as the prince lays down a loving assault of smooches, errantly grinding Prince Hugo's hips softly into the bed sheets.
A breathy mumble; "Stop being such a tease..."
Prince Hugo pressed deeper into Princess Sofia with a stronger tug, telling him to get serious and Prince Hugo responds with his lips pressing back around her clit. Dashing his tongue up from her slit to give it a heavy, broad lick and follow up with a gentle suck, teasing the tip of his tongue back and forth around it until Prince Hugo's lips let go with a smack, bringing out shakey deep breaths, squirming against the bed and into his face, and a tight grip with hands and thighs on his head. Kissing, smooching. Rough licks, across Sofia's lips, and around her clit. Flicking up and down, then a slow broad rub. Flick, flick, rub. Soft, gentle scrapes of teeth against her skin, tiny touches against a stiff, throbbing button. Lips pressing and giving wet sucks, flicking little letters over her with the tip of Prince Hugo's tongue. Pulling away here and there as Princess Sofia's squirming bucks and wind her hips against Prince Hugo, thighs contracting around him in shivers, to leave heavy wet smooches and licks across her inner thighs, her lips and the soft fuzzy mound tickling my nose, before the break ends. Flick, flick, rub, and smooch. The noise of wet lips meeting a drooling, hungry tongue, and the breathy gasps that turned into moans and lazy groans, hands tightly clenched in hair or tangled in Prince Hugo's, getting louder.
Princess Sofia shakes and squirms and grinds against Prince Hugo, hips lifting against his face and then -
"Fffffuck!"
Princess Sofia shudders and squeezes tight around Prince Hugo, stopping him still, clutching at me with white knuckled hands, panting with her head back deep into the pillow before Princess Sofia starts slowly relaxing her grip – enough space to breathe, even if Hugo's down a few hairs.
"Do you...really need...to go that rough...this early..."
Resting his cheek on her thigh as Prince Hugo get his own breath back, He chokes back a laugh and a grin but fails, badly, "You asked for it!".
Princess Sofia huffs and groans a grumbled disagreement, raising her leg and shoving her husband back with a foot on his shoulder. Prince Hugo comes to rest on his knees looking over her, hands tucking behind her pillow, still taking deep but ragged breaths that puff her chest out with every rise and fall, an unamused and half glazed look across Princess Sofia's face.
Grumbles ring out and snap his attention back, "Well don't you look happy with yourself", while a foot pressing between Prince Hugo's thighs, rubbing against the throbbing hardness straining his boxers, loosens a surprised squeak from Hugo's lips.
Prince Hugo squirms under her pressure, as his protest fall apart with increasing fluster, "Hey, you know ...can't help... oral fixation...sh-shut up", words getting caught in his throat and getting quieter, her gaze staring over me as Princess Sofia gently kneads through his boxers, the pressure met with unconscious grinding back, Prince Hugo's cheeks reddening and lips parted to breathe increasingly raggedly, a smile spread across her face.
A gulp and Prince Hugo turned back to her, sheepish and needy, "You're all awake now...?", letting the question drift with implication.
"Hmm..." Eyes roll to think and Princess Sofia stretches out, legs first, against him, pushing a deep breath out of Prince Hugo's chest with her pads and toes gripping and rubbing hard, trapped up between her feet and my tummy. Prince Hugo forced to grit his teeth versus her evil smirk. Stretching out her shoulders and arms, chest pushing out to draw his attention, nipples swaying before moving on to her hips, yawning as Princess Sofia begins working stretches through them, stickily peeling her legs apart,with her eyes locked on watching mine darting about – to hers, to her nipples and her tummy. Down her waist and her legs, cocked up and spread to tease another look at her slit, inviting Prince Hugo closer as Princess Sofia withdraws.
Prince Hugo lean in on his knees towards her, hands sliding down her thighs to her hips, and over her...
A large yawn and Princess Sofia closes her eyes, and a grin widens before she swings her legs around to roll on her front, wiggling her butt from side to side; "...five more minutes!".
Prince Hugo takes two full, squeezy handfuls in half-mock outrage, and he only gets a laugh muffled into the pillow as his fingers sink in, grippy and kneading. Leaning forward and sliding his hands from Sofia's ass up through the small of her back, pressuring up the sides of her spine and around her ribcage to rest planted on the bed. Little smooches over her shoulder blades accompany Hugo's hips against her plush butt, the contained hardness beneath the cloth of his boxers nestling and rubbing between her cheeks. A kiss over her nape and a breathy, almost moany whisper into her ear, "And you said I was the tease!".
Princess Sofia thrusts her ass up against Prince Hugo with another yawn, and he can hear the smile in her voice, "You'll just have to deal with it". Prince Hugo planted a kiss on her ear and pulled back from over her, but not without a bump back against her cheeky idle wiggling.
It's not like Princess Sofia can see, but Prince Hugo got a little smirk on his face. One that widens to a grin before it closes with a bite on her peachy rear. A surprised yelp, and then another when he repeat, again, then again. Not hard ones, but firm enough, teething and followed with a kiss, from her cheeks to her thighs. "What are you up to?" gets bemusedly grumbled out over her shoulder when Prince Hugo brings a dash of tongue.
"You asked for five more minutes!"
"Huh?"
Prince Hugo make a beeline for Princess Sofia and give her lips a piercing lick from her clit, dashing over it then upwards with his tongue tip. Princess Sofia muffles a moan into the pillow and tries to abortively shake him off with idle kicks and hipsways, but Prince Hugo's arms are hooked under her thighs and steadied with a grip on her ass, keeping him in place as Prince Hugo keeps on his torment, his tongue lashing and piercing between her lips, and pressing, squirming . Brief breakaways to grab a breath, and press wet kisses across her pussy and between her cheeks, and elicit some more squeaks and moans. Smooches between her cheeks spread with Hugo's gripping hands, with the same dashes and lashes, cemented with broad licks over a tight hole, drawn over her with his tongue tip pointed and dragged across it. Shivers and huffy breathing take over, and Prince Hugo continue with more and more. Wide, flat licks followed by pointed pressure against Princess Sofia's entrance, up then down, across from side to side and wound around it, digging into her while she arches her back up into him.
Sloppy kisses. Little nibbles of her cheeks. Panting, ragged breaths.
"...just...put it in...already..."
Prince Hugo flicks his winding tonguetip against her asshole, too caught up to notice her pushing her hips back and bumping my face.
"Not that! Your cock, idiot".
A cute little pouted lips smooch on her asshole. Prince Hugo can hear the flustered, impatient ire in Princess Sofia's voice.
"And not there!"
Quiet giggles of self satisfied evil provoke more grumbles from the shifting Princess beneath me as Prince Hugo retreats back and kneel upright, bringing herself back to face him with her dissastisfied and reddened face. Prince Hugo can feel her eyes on me as he starts to peel down his boxers, the fabric hitching over his erection as it's pulled ever further down, and then – slap! It's finally freed and rebounds against his tummy, throbbing in the cooler morning air. Princess Sofia licking her lips and whispers up to me.
"Hurry up..."
Leaning over to plant a kiss on her lips, another grumble escapes but is muffled between us, "Hmm?" Prince Hugo query, but Princess Sofia only responds with a terse shushing and her hands on me. One trails across his chest and down to his waist, while the other slides down his stomach to grip the throbbing rock resting against her fuzzy, directing arrow. Shaky breaths and shivers erupt as Princess Sofia gives a few idle strokes, her fingers spreading the sticky wetness that leaked from the tip, smile spreading across her face.
"Looks like I'm not the only one who can't wait". Prince Hugo puts up a meager complaint but can't help avoiding that wry smile in embarrassment.
A firm squeeze brings him back to his senses, "Well, what are you waiting for?". A little shifting, a little 'help' in guiding, and Prince Hugo's in place with the tip of hiz cock nestled between her lips, the stickiness of his pre and her own wetness melding together. Princess Sofia leans forward with a constant, hungry gaze into his eyes, turning her grip on his hips into a clutching grasp of his ass, drawing me in. Softly, slowly, sinking inside her, being enveloped in her warmth inch by inch. The slow, satisfied exhale of breath from her lips. Eyes hazily refocused on the point where they connect, before lolling back with her head sinking into the pillow, "Finally..."
Hands clutch the bedsheets beside her as Prince Hugo's hips push their final inches, then small rhythmic grinds back and forth. "Cmon, you're not gonna start this aga-ha-haaiin!" Prince Hugo cuts her off with a quick pull back and a heavy thrust, hips smacking into her with a slap, "Its not my fault you're so tight!" Prince Hugo sulk, "Then give me my morning stretches already!" Princess Sofia snaps back, flashing her devilish grin. How does she get the energy to be so demanding this early in the morning?
"Don't blame me if you're sore later!"
Prince Hugo draws his hips away, pulling out all but the tip still firmly inside. A kiss on her jaw, lips too far, head angled back and comfy. Then back, sliding and rubbing in a deep push, a deeper shivering sigh emerging from between that cheeky grin. Almost bottoming out inside her, almost, and pulling back out. Another push, another breath, another time winding his hips back and again, faster, working up a steadily increasing pace, pumping his hips to hers, with soft smacks as they collide. Prince Hugo's on his forearms, plastering random wet smooches across Princess Sofia's jaw, her neck, her collarbone. Steady, deep thrusts sending jiggles through her body as they connect, nipples swaying beneath him. They get their smooches too. And licks. And a few nibbles drawing them between his teeth.
Princess Sofia taking it easy, enjoying the moment as Prince Hugo works on her stretches, one pump at a time, with the moans highlighting the motion and the shivers playing out to the coolness in the early morning air of each wet smooch being left on her skin. The lazy devil is content to lay like the princess in her pillows and take in the pleasure, the rubbing of Prince Hugo's cock between her walls and the occasional responsive squeeze around him, the rhythm, the pressure, the friction against her clit on every pump, and the teasing that her nipples collect. Eyelids lowered and still half asleep and moaning freely, fingertips twirled and playing with his hair, the other idly stroking and scratching his arm.
Prince Hugo's hair is gently tugged up to connect his eyes to hers, licking lips drying out from the moans and breaths, a teasing furtive look that tells him to do better, whispers barely audible over the noise, but Prince Hugo can read them from the way she moves her lips.
Faster.
Harder.
Kiss me.
Arms swing around him, but the kiss is a fumble as Princess Sofia moans out across Prince Hugo's lips, the change from steady and deep pumps, to fast and short slams very apparent. There's a pout in reaction to his grin and Princess Sofia forces a sudden retry before he can even think of starting it myself. She's fierce, arms around Prince Hugo's shoulders pulling him in and keeping him stuck to her, a tongue quickly making its way past Princess Sofia's lips, and straight to his. Her legs, once draped up about him, are tightening together around his hips, locking Hugo into the short little pounds and pumps and slams they've gotten into. Their kisses are a bit messy, breathy, noisy affair from the both of them to continue their earlier melee. Prince Hugo lost the focus and concentration to do anything but kiss and keep fucking, moaning and panting just as much as Princess Sofia is, breaking their kiss just to take a breath and let out a hot moan across each other's lips.
They're not focused on anything other than each other, eyes locked deep or closed, all other noises drowned out by wet shlicks and slaps, smooches, panting, gasping, moaning, the only scents being sex and their sweat mingling together. Desperately, wildly, melting together. Prince Hugo getting close, and she is too. Nails scraping into his skin and the increasing vice of her thighs locking their hips tighter and tighter. The intermittent grip sending shivers from between his thighs through Prince Hugo's body, only building more and more pressure.
Prince Hugo can't whisper any more, his lips are too dry, the pleasure forcing it out as a rough and ragged moan too much to let him be quiet even if he really wanted to. Soon, he tells her, the only word he has enough breath to get out. Nails full dug into Prince Hugo's skin as Princess Sofia solidifies her unyielding leglock, hips rolling into hid, against his, as their left humping and grinding each other further and further to their edge. Bodies pressed together, no distance between them. Their kiss is abandoned, heads clutched close over shoulders but lips barely any distance from ears, filling their heads with the sound of each other. Princess Sofia tightening as she reaches the end before Prince Hugo but her rolling hips stay firm, bringing them closer and closer with every move. Her moans get deep and irregular, getting lost in the waves of grinding. Prince Hugo quiet down, caught in his throat as Sofia's grip crashes him over the edge, heart pounding in his chest, breaking out as lost gasps of breath across her ears and little squeaks with every throb and spasm inside her, no end in sight as Princess Sofia keeps rolling and grinding. against him, kneading and squeezing out every last drop.
They're just stuck together, collapsed together, eyes closed, bodies finally relenting, gradually winding down from their furious pace. Princess Sofia loosens her legs and retracts her nails from Prince Hugo's back, drawing back from the impressions and little wounds she inflicted. Prince Hugo shift from the press and give her a kiss, then another, pulling out between her legs with a little wet noise and a little wet dribble.
Princess Sofia rolled eyes can wait for later, head taking the warmth of her chest for a pillow
Soft fingers return, fussing and twirling.
Prince Hugo's listening to her heartbeat, to her breathing.
Rhythmic thumps. Deep breaths.
"Breakfast?", Princess Sofia asks.
Prince Hugo's eyes are closed. He just slur a reply.
"Five more minutes..."