Princess Sofia bought this piece just for him—this red, silken piece of sin she paid a fortune for. The fabric is incredibly soft to the touch, running through fingers like water.
Prince Hugo rests his hand on your chest, over your heart. His fingers dig into the silk that covers the body he worships, and he has to bite into the flesh of his cheek to stop himself from moaning. Princess Sofia did this just for him only .
He likes her naked. Prince Hugo likes when she's spread out for him. He likes the feel of her skin against his, but God, Princess Sofia's wearing lingerie made of the softest fabric the earth has ever seen, and his cock is already so fucking hard against his stomach.
He's sitting on the edge of the bed, hands roaming over you so Prince Hugo can paint a picture of Princess Sofia in his head. A picture of Sofia wearing this .
Princess Sofia gently take his other hand and place it on her upper thigh. "Here," she say.
His heart pounds against his ribcage like a chainsaw. "Fuck," Prince Hugo grunts.
Princess Sofia's wearing a fucking garter belt , too.
He's sure he must have died sometime tonight and gone to heaven. Princess Sofia can't possibly be real. So beautiful, so hot, and she is all his. His to touch, command, and take until Princess Sofia is begging for mercy.
Princess Sofia did this for him.
"I love you," Prince Hugo says, bringing his lips to where the fabric has ridden up above her belly button. "I love you so much."
His breath is warm against Princess Sofia's skin—warm and wet, and desperate.
"I want you to ride my face."
Princess Sofia's heart stutters. "What did you say?"
Prince Hugo lifts his unfocused gaze toward the sound of Princess Sofia's voice. "I want you to ride my face. Right here," he pulls Princess Sofia into his lap, "wearing this."
Oh.
Prince Hugo has had Princess Sofia in all sorts of compromising positions, but this… this is something else. The thought of Prince Hugo lapping at her pussy as she's kneeling above him is both incredibly arousing and absolutely terrifying, but if there is anyone Princess Sofia would trust with her life, it's Prince Hugo.
He falls back against the mattress, taking Princess Sofia down with him. His lips taste like home, the kiss he presses to her lips so full of love that Princess Sofia forget for a moment what this is even about.
Greedy hands roam the silky lingerie, and her pussy starts to ache for him. For his fingers, for his cock, and his lips on her. Princess Sofia needs Prince Hugo to touch her, to drive her to the brink of death just to pull her back with nothing but his magical tongue. Princess Sofia need Prince Hugo.
Prince Hugo pulls Princess Sofia higher, her legs now resting on either side of his head. Princess Sofia must look divine like this. Prince Hugo can smell her through the thin fabric of those sheer panties, soaked through and ready for him. Prince Hugo wants to dig his finger into Princess Sofia, to drink from her like a spring carved by God himself.
The panties are the easiest to get out of the way; they barely cover Princess Sofia as is, and it makes him wonder if she would let him keep them for the days she's not there and Prince Hugo needs something of hers to keep him company—to jerk off to.
"You okay?" Prince Hugo asks.
"Yeah," Princess Sofia nods. "I'm okay."
And ready, though the words die on Princess Sofia's tongue before she can even utter them.
Prince Hugo's hands soothe Princess Sofia's shaky muscles, tangling in the garter belt around the plump flesh of her thigh, and without a warning, Prince Hugo pulls her down.
Princess Sofia cries out into the quiet of the room. Prince Hugo's mouth covers her pussy as he feasts, tongue darting between her folds and to her clit. The moan Prince Hugo breathes into her core is utterly guttural.
"Ride me," Prince Hugo begs, the silk now bundled in his fist. "C'mon."
Hesitantly, Princess Sofia bury her fingers in his hair, and she starts to rock her hips in sync with the desperate drag of his tongue. Princess Sofia chase that high, the pleasure that is curling in the pit of her stomach and spreading through her pussy like a wildfire.
Prince Hugo pulls at the lingerie, knuckles white with his flailing self-restraint. He's telling Princess Sofia to move faster, to lock her legs around his head and ride his face until he suffocates. He wants your orgasm. Prince Hugo wants to drink her essence like a fine glass of wine. If he could, he would even drown in Princess Sofia.
Prince Hugo cups her breast, feeling her heart race underneath. It's silk, silk all over. Princess Sofia feel like a cloud—a fucking cloud .
"Oh, Hugo," Princess Sofia breathe.
Prince Hugo's still fisting the garter belt, teeth dragging over Princess Sofia's flesh and soothing it with the tip of his tongue. The pleasure tightens its noose around her.
Prince Hugo tugs, and tugs, and tugs. Princess Sofia's orgasm keeps building, reaching the crescendo of the symphony she's playing. Princess Sofia's so close.
Princess Sofia doesn't know where to put her hands anymore, and Prince Hugo's so immersed in eating Princess Sofia out, the sight alone is enough to set fire to the rain; the fabric snaps, suddenly and without warning, and with it, the wave finally crashes into her.
Princess Sofia couldn't have seen this coming, couldn't have anticipated what only a piece of fabric could do to him. Prince Hugo rocked her world. He always does, but tonight, it felt different; it felt different and Princess Sofia loved every moment of it.
Princess Sofia slowly come back to herself, lying there completely boneless as Prince Hugo pries himself away from Princess Sofia.
Prince Hugo props himself up on his elbow beside her. Princess Sofia look over at him, the content expression on his face, and it makes Princess Sofia smile. "Lingerie, huh?" she say.
Prince Hugo just hums in agreement, " Lingerie ."