My Special Princess

Chapter 13

Sarah

Three Months Later

I woke before the alarm yet again. Somehow, it has become a habit of mine. My body just seems to know when to wake up. I glanced over at Xavier, his arm was securely patched onto my waist. Thus, pulling me closer to his sleeping body. Ever since our talk things have been running smoothly. We communicate more and he tries to take me out as much he can, amid his busy schedule.

The only aspect of our relationship that had not progressed was s****l. I always thought men, especially in Xavier’s case could not help themselves when it came down their s****l urges. I was not a virgin, so I did not understand his need to wait. He had also been teasing me when we were home, walking around shirtless with just a pair of low riding sweatpants. I couldn’t help but drool a little. He was very much packing in the muscle department.

He suddenly shifted so that he was on his back thus, pulling me on top of him. His grip loosened and I was able to sit up. My p***y directly on his cloth covered c**k. My hands roam to his shirtless torso and fiddled with the waistband of his boxers. I lightly tug and his c**k springs free from his boxers, hard and dripping with pre-c*m. He groaned but did not awake from slumber.

I slowly stormed his c**k, playing with the tip. He stirred, eyes opening to gaze upon my straddled figure. I blushed, my hands covering my face to hide my embarrassment. I had hoped he would not wake up until the end. He sat, wrapping his arms around my waist all while gripping my bottom. I buried my head, into his neck.

“I’m so embarrassed, I thought that since you did not seem to want to be intimate with me, then I should take it upon myself. Are you mad at me?” I say, into his neck.

He tugs my hair so I am facing him, his eyes clouded with lust. I whimper as he tugs even harder, all while running his nose over my jaw and neck. The moist feeling of his tongue startles me, making me grip his bicep. The other hands travel to my breast, pinching the already erect n*****s.

“Hmm… you’ve been very naughty. I cannot decide whether to punish you or reward you.” He says, seductively. My cheeks flame at his statement. My panties were soaked and by the way, he smirked at me. He could too, feel the wetness on his leg. I could not help myself so I crashed my lips into his, the angle made our teeth clash against one another. The initial shock was quick to dissipate, I opened my mouth and he slipped his tongue inside. The battle of dominance was a losing battle for me but I could care less. It felt good to be intimate with him and feel the want he had for me.

He flipped us over so that I was on my back and he was above me. He pecked my lips, trailing his lips to the top of my breasts. He stared at the pajama top for a moment before swiftly ripping it off, exposing my braless bosom. His lips came back into contact with my skin, stopping at my n*****s. With his free hand, he fondled my right breast and lowered his mouth to lick my left n****e. My body arched at the sensation, I felt myself moisten even more in my vaginal region.

He continued to suck, alternating between the left and right n****e. Moving his hand, he slipped inside my panties, the calloused fingers slowly stroked my c******s. My moans became more frequent and even louder. With one final lick, he detached himself from my n****e, instead of finding pleasure in pinching and tugging them. The mixture of pain and pleasure was sheer bliss. To say I was on the verge of a simple orgasm would be an injustice. I wanted to hold it in, to preserve the feeling.

It was not any consolation to me, with two more flicks. I felt the bursting feeling and the rush as I twitched with the waves of pleasure. I opened my eyes, my breath still heavy from the exertion. With as much force as I could, I said the words that I knew he could not turn down.

“Xavier, I want to have s*x,” I say, with the utmost conviction. He blinks then blinks again. My fear rising that he did not want to do the same thing. I started to turn my back, I could not look directly at him if he said no. He halted my movements, firmly placing me on my back. His hands on either side of my head.

“Are you sure flower?” He asks, his eyes hard. I nod my head, staring back hard enough to convey my certainty. He briefly kisses my lips and digs in the drawer next to me, pulling out a condom packet. He sat on his knees, rolling the condom on his already erect c**k. He caged me once again with his body. I ran my hands over his hard chest and taut muscles. My mouth watering so much I had to swallow repeatedly.

He kissed the base of my throat, all while slipping his c**k inch by inch. I winced at the pain, he was unbelievably large. I tugged his hair as a filter for the pain. Finally, he stopped, letting me adjust to his position. He looked at me and gave me another brief kiss. I nodded my head and he began to thrust. At first, it was slow but then his pace quicken.

The pain started off with, transformed into infinite amounts of pleasure. My moans became more frequent as he thrust repeatedly. I ran my nails along his back, leaving marks on his tan skin. The sensation in my lower belly was building up. I knew I was orgasm once more. I bit my lip, hoping the pain would stave off the orgasm. His thrust started to become sloppy:

“f**k, flower! I’m about to cum.” He growled. I moaned at his words. I was right along with him. I came first, my mouth forming an ‘O’ as the sheer force of the orgasm made me twitch once again. He followed in suit.

Pulling out, he got up to enter the bathroom. He returned with a damp towel, wiping the wetness from my center. He threw the now dirty cloth in the hamper. I snuggled into his arms, my body seeking the potential warmth or his large frame. He kissed my forward and placed a protective hand on my back.

I yawned and started to drift off to sleep. The last thing I heard was a faint ‘I love you’.