The first day I met her, I flipped. One look and I was a lunatic. It was her eyes. Something about them. They're blue, and framed by those dark lashes, they shine. Dazzling. Like a star or something. She was wearing a black dress that clung to her body like butter on butter, showing more than it covered. Same makeup as always—but tonight, there was something different. A shine in her eyes. I could see them catching the light.
Her hair was a beautiful brown waterfall, falling all the way to her waist. Her skin glistened under the moonlight and the flicker of the candles she'd lit. It made her seem softer, somehow. I'd never noticed it before. It's not like she was ever hard to notice, but this time, she was glowing. Like a shooting star. It took everything in me not to kiss her right then and there. She looked so beautiful I couldn't look away.
Not that I needed to—we were already face to face. When she smiled at me, I felt like all my insides turned to mush. It might've been the most gorgeous smile I've ever seen."I'm sorry," I said after a long minute of silence. I hadn't realized I'd been staring until the heat rose in my face. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. You can keep staring if you want."That only made me blush harder.
I was about to make some snide remark about how easy it must be for a woman like her, someone who could have anyone she wanted, when I saw her hand move. She reached out, placed it on my forearm, and leaned in.Heat radiated off her. Her breath brushed my nose, and my heart was pounding. Then she pulled back.
"Sorry," she said with a shy smile. "That was a little too forward."
"No. No, no—don't apologize. You're perfect," I blurted, and instantly regretted how cheesy it sounded. "I mean... you're perfect."
She blushed, laughing softly. My gaze dropped to her lips, just slightly parted. I wondered what they'd taste like—if I had the guts to find out.
Before I could act, her eyes flicked from mine to my mouth. Her head tilted. A smirk touched her face. I started to lean back, but she tightened her grip on my arm. "What are you doing?" I asked, trying to sound casual. "I think your eyes are saying something different than your mouth." She paused. "Or maybe it's your tongue." Then, with her forehead resting gently against mine, she whispered, "This is definitely not how I pictured our first date going."
I could only stare as she closed her eyes. Slowly, I brought my hands up and cupped her cheeks. She shifted a little closer, and I followed. We were barely a breath apart. I shut my eyes. All I could think about was how soft her skin felt.
Then our lips met.
It was like an explosion. Fireworks burst behind my eyes. Her lips pressed against mine and her hands slid up to rest on my shoulders, drawing me closer. A groan escaped me. She pulled back just enough for me to catch my breath.
As our kiss deepened, I lifted her off the ground. She gasped behind the kiss, and I chuckled softly. I carried her over to the bed against the wall, setting her down gently. Then I lowered my head to her neck, trailing kisses along her skin and savoring every sound that slipped from her mouth. When I bit her earlobe, she gasped again.
"Oh God, Jules," she murmured.
I smirked against her throat, then turned my attention to the front of her dress. Carefully, I pushed the fabric aside and began unfastening the buttons, slow and deliberate, drinking in the sight of her bare skin as it was revealed. My hands slid beneath the dress, tracing up her thighs. She squirmed against me, her breath catching. Her legs trembled, struggling to stay still, but after a few shaky breaths, she relaxed into me.
I moved down to her ankles, pressing a kiss to each one. She smelled like heaven.
Reaching back up, I began untying the laces of her dress, fingers working slowly. When I reached the last knot, I slipped the fabric from her shoulders and began easing it down, taking her underwear with it. I slid both off with excruciating slowness, wanting to see, savor, and remember every inch of her.
After they were gone, I tossed them onto the floor and began kissing the insides of her thighs.
As I moved higher towards her center, she let out a low moan, which caused me to grin. I moved lower down, placing kisses along her inner thigh. Just before my lips reached her core, I paused. I knew exactly what I wanted to do now.
"My princess..." I whispered softly, pressing my fingers against her entrance.
She let out a soft whimper and shivered.
"Yes..." She replied.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, please."
Even though I longed to please my princess, I didn't really have the proper knowledge to do such a thing. I was determined to do so despite anything. I lowered my head so I could get to work. I ran my tongue along her folds, watching her reactions to ensure her upmost pleasure.
Sucking gently at her clit first, but eventually getting bolder. Her moans filled the air and sent chills down my spine. Soon, I found a rhythm I liked. My thumb circled her clit, creating small circles. When her moans became louder and more desperate, I began moving my thumb faster. This only encouraged her to grind against me harder.
"Jules.. your fingers...please," she panted. It sounded like a plea, which made my body ache with need.
"Are you sure?" I questioned.
"Please."
At first I hesitated, not knowing exactly where this would lead. However, I soon gave in to my princess' wishes. With my free hand, I grabbed her thigh and spread her legs wide open. Gently slipping two fingers inside of her, I moved them in and out gently. As I did so, I kept my attention to her body.
Her head fell back against the bed, her face contorted in pleasure as she gripped the sheets for support. I soon found a soft spongy part inside of her not far from her entrance. Out of curiosity and the need to fulfill her drive, I rubbed again it and got just the reaction I craved.
"Ohhh... yes!" she moaned loudly.
"You like that don't you?" I teased, rubbing her walls with my fingers.
She nodded quickly.
"Do you want me to make you cum My princess?" I asked.
Again, she shook her head vigorously.
"Okay then," I replied.
I went back to stroking her clit and slowly pushed my fingers inside of her hitting that spot once again. She cried out and arched her back. I grinned against her skin.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Jules!" She gasped.
The word 'fuck' sent shivers through my body and I began thrusting my fingers deeper inside of her, enjoying the sound of her cries and the sensation of her clenching around me. Eventually she began screaming my name, urging me to move faster, faster, faster.
She gripped the sides of my hair, yanking me even closer to her. I moved my fingers even faster poking at prodding at her most pleasurable spots. I'd never been so turned on in my life. I was losing control. There was nothing I wouldn't do to see her come undone. Nothing I wouldn't give up just to hear her scream my name again.
"Jules!" she cried out, letting go of my hair and gripping my biceps tightly. This was very different from just fondling her breasts from time to time.
"I love hearing you say my name." I responded.
With those words, I heard her release a loud cry, followed by the quick clenching of her pussy. The sensation of her tightening around my digets sent waves of pleasure washing over me. I licked and wiped my lips of her warm juices. I buried my face in her neck as my own pussy throbbed painfully inside my drawers.
After a few moments of silence, I looked up. Her eyes were glazed over and a faint blush covered her cheeks. A small smile played at the corners of her mouth as she took in big gulps of air. She looked so beautiful lying there.
"Are you okay?" I asked, reaching over to touch her cheek.
She nodded with a goofy grin still plastered on her face. I couldn't help but smile back at her.
"How does it feel? Is it good for you?" I asked.
"Yes, oh my god it's great." She said excitedly.
I smiled as her words hit me in the heart. I loved seeing her so happy. I loved seeing her be happy because of me. I loved being able to make her feel that way. That feeling of pride filled every inch of my body, filling me with so much joy. For the first time ever, I wasn't afraid to admit to myself that I might possibly love my princess just a little bit more than I should.
I placed my hands on either side of her face again and leaned forward until my forehead met hers. My eyes fluttered shut, reveling in the warmth of her presence.
"I love you, Princess." I whispered, kissing her lips quickly before leaning back into her chest again.
She stared at me for a moment longer before responding.
"I love you too."
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I awoke the next morning to the morning sun shining ok my eyes. Groaning in annoyance, I shifted in her arms and turned to face her. The sun rays peaked through the blinds, casting light on her features.
The sunlight highlighted every imperfection she had on her face, including some small freckles scattered across her nose. Her eyelashes cast shadows across her cheeks, covering her golden brown eyes. Her red lips were slightly parted, showing the slightest hint of a frown on her face. As usual, she had slept peacefully, but I knew she probably needed a lot more sleep than me.
Her eyes opened slowly, looking confused as to why I was staring at her. I could tell from the look on her face that this was new. After a minute or two, she finally spoke.
"Hey," she muttered quietly.
I couldn't help but grin. She rolled her eyes.
"Don't 'hey' me, Jules. What are you doing?" she scolded.
"Nothing." I chuckled. "I'm just waking up."
She scoffed, rolling her eyes once again. I pulled her closer to me and held her tightly.
"So... what are you going to do today?" I asked.
She sighed deeply, looking disappointed. I raised an eyebrow in confusion. Did she regret saying yes last night? Was it too soon after we'd had sex?
"Did I do something wrong?" I asked softly, stroking her back.
"No, no, of course not," she replied immediately.
"Then what is it?"
"Well... um..."
I frowned. I knew that she wouldn't lie to me.
"What happened last night?" I asked.
She seemed hesitant as she tried to answer.
"I mean, are you okay?" I pressed.
"Was everything alright between us?"
She sighed heavily again and wrapped her arm around my waist.
"I'm sorry. It was a mistake."