Invisible

Chapter 13

Chapter 13:

Next day he had a great fight with the Queen, and I doubted he would come to The Room, but he still did.

I was on my back with my masked face turned to the side, but I didn't open my legs for I doubted he would come in the first place. I didn't know what to do or if I was supposed to open my legs now that he was in the room. But I was too embarrassed to even do that while he was here.

My first thought was to wait for him until he started touching himself like he did every night, and then I would open my legs. But then he didn't do that. I didn't hear him undressing or anything but after a long time. I wished I could look at him.

When he finally started taking off his clothes, I was ready to open my legs once he started his rubbing, but that didn't happen at all. Instead, what happened was that he got onto the bed, and tenderly opened my legs for me.

With every leg he opened, he touched up and down my thigh almost ... lovingly before he rested between my legs. I felt him rubbing his erection on my sex and I bit my bottom lip so hard that I was sure I would draw blood soon if I kept pressing on it, but I couldn't help it.

When he pushed inside of me, I heard him groaning in undeniable pleasure and heat spread all over my body and down my spine.

As he started thrusting, he was hitting my clit with the area above his erection, and it was driving me insane. I couldn't help the muffled moan that escaped my lips when his thrusts became faster and deeper, too caught up in the amazing feeling he was making me feel.

"Are you enjoying yourself, Lass?" he panted his question in my ear, and I was too afraid that my moan had upset him; I didn't wish to make him mad.

"You shouldn't." he said, and I bit on both of my lips, because his thrusts become even faster and I felt myself as I started to tighten around him. "But, I'm not going to deny you." And it was all it took for me to come undone.

It was only a few moments later that he too was coming, and that beautiful squeeze I felt the night before came again as he did the same thing he had done before: cupping my left breast in his hand and squeezing hard until he heard my moan loud and clear.

I knew it was only the start for even more exciting nights. Or so I hoped, dreamed and wished.

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