I stirred awake, the gentle cadence of Prince's voice drawing me from my slumber. As my eyes fluttered open, there he was, seated on the edge of the bed, a mesmerizing presence. Engrossed in a phone call, his commanding tone while conducting business sent an unexpected thrill coursing through me, igniting a spark of arousal.
Quietly, I slipped out of bed, my bare feet padding softly on the carpet as I approached him. My fingers found their way to his hair, gently massaging his scalp in a tender gesture. He glanced up at me, meeting my gaze with a subtle smile before returning his focus to his conversation. Taking this as an invitation, I nestled beneath the sheets, taking him into my mouth.
As I pleasured him, feeling the weight of his growing arousal on my tongue, I noticed the slight waver of his voice. He was trying to maintain composure, but it was evident that my touch was affecting him deeply. His words grew more urgent as I continued, and my own arousal surged while I savored his taste, letting out a small moan of pleasure.
Abruptly, he ended the call, surrendering fully to the intoxicating moment we had embraced. Pushing me down onto the bed and hovering over me, his lips captured mine in a fervent kiss, the raw passion between us igniting like wildfire.
In the midst of our encounter, a potent sense of control and allure enveloped me. It wasn't just about satisfying physical desires. The power of my presence, my ability to evoke such desire in Prince was an intoxicating feeling that I could get drunk on. It was a captivating power that seemed to go beyond the confines of the bedroom.
As our bodies surrendered to the ecstasy of the moment, a symphony of pleasure, time seemed to lose its grasp. In the aftermath, as we lay intertwined, our breaths slowing in unison, Prince's tender whisper brushed against my ear. "I can't get enough of you."
A contented smile graced my lips.
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With a sense of freedom and confidence in my nakedness, I reluctantly peeled myself away from the luxurious silk sheets, basking in the afterglow of our intimate encounter.
Adorned only by the pearl garter still elegantly embracing my lower body, I felt alluring as Prince's gaze lingered on me, a silent appreciation of my beauty. With a graceful ease, I reached for his dress shirt from the night before, the scent of his cologne a subtle reminder of our intimate encounter. Draping it over my shoulders, I loosely buttoned it up, enjoying the feel of his shirt against my skin.
A playful smirk graced my lips as I inquired about his business call. "How did it go?" I asked, my eyes dancing with mischief.
"It went well," Prince replied with a grin, clearly savoring the view as I dressed. "But it could have gone even better if you hadn't been so distracting with that amazing mouth."
His playful remark elicited laughter from me as I approached him and settled on his lap, my fingers gently running through his hair. "I couldn't resist," I confessed with a mischievous glint in my eyes. "You were simply too irresistible."
In response, Prince captured my lips in a soft kiss, his hands exploring the contours of my bare skin with gentle caresses. "I'm glad you think so," he said, his affectionate gaze locking with mine.
I leaned in closer, feeling the warmth of his body against mine, and asked, "What do you have planned for today?" His hands still held me at the waist, as if unwilling to let me go.
"I have a few things planned," Prince replied, his voice laced with a hint of mystery. "But first, I want to spend some time with you. Maybe we can take a walk around the grounds, or take a dip in the pool."
Excitement stirred within me at the prospect of sharing the day with Prince. "That sounds perfect," I agreed, leaning in to steal another kiss from him.
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