The Prince and His Pauper

Chapter 35: The Prince's Dream

I can't believe Cassiel is sitting on my lap in a straddle position. In my car where there's hardly enough room as it is to fit the two of us in one seat with little to no space between our bodies. I never once in my mind would have thought Cassiel would willingly sit on my lap without me to do so. I have to admit, seeing him sitting on me on his own accord is quite seductive on his part. I find my thoughts drifting off to what I could do with Cassiel at this moment.

Currently, Cassiel has his arms crossed against his chest while his slightly swollen lips are jutted out into a pout. He looks absolutely stunning, even if he is mad at me for keeping our zoo date a secret from him. How I wish to kiss the life out of him again, but he has to head home.

"Anyway, I think we should get you home now. I don't know how long I can keep myself from kissing you right now and if I do kiss you, it's going to be like that kiss we had earlier." I admit honestly. He's going to get off and I'm going to dread walking him to his house.

Except, Cassiel didn't get off of my lap. He stayed right where he was while his lips replace the pout he had to a sly smirk and leans toward my neck. A soft peck was placed on my neck, causing me to gasp in a similar manner as I did to Cassiel earlier. I felt Cassiel's lips trailing along my neck while his hands grab hold of the hem of my shirt, slowly pulling it up.

Cassiel's kisses have gone upward to my jawline and to my ear, almost mimicking what I did to him when he wouldn't grant me access to his mouth. Is it wrong that I find this a lot more sexier when he does it?

"Then kiss me like before. . ." Cassiel whispers into my ear, bringing me back to the present at the same his lips brushes the side of my earlobe.

My breath hitches in my throat as I feel his fingers ghostly stroking my abdominals. His touch sent shivers up my spine, enough for me to release a soft moan, as well as feeling my pants tightening. Why are my pants suddenly becoming too tight? I know they didn't shrunk in the wash nor five minutes when I was driving Cassiel home.

Additionally, the warm sensation I usually feel whenever Cassiel kisses me or vice versa has gone from warm and fuzzy to fiery down in my lower half of my body. What is this?! Why is my body acting differently? Could it be because of Cassiel? Is he the cause of all this?

I don't get the chance to ask Cassiel any of my questions. Mostly because I'm too distracted by his never ending kisses on my neck and his hands bringing my shirt up. As soon as he has my shirt up to my shoulders, he pulls away from me and tilts his head a bit to the side. Silently asking me for my permission, no doubt. I followed what he was trying to do and lifted my arms up so that he could remove my shirt.

Cassiel's expression didn't change much when he sees me shirtless again. I would have thought his entire face would be a dark red color from seeing me half naked like before. I suppose he's not that surprised by my body anymore, especially when he brings his head on my chest and gives me light kisses.

"C-Cassiel. . . Sh-shouldn't we be heading t-to your house? W-won't your parents b-be worried?" I moan softly, though I made no effort in stopping him. The kissing stops as Cassiel looks up at me with a dark look in his eyes, but what holds them is unfamiliar to me. I've never seen his eyes that way. . .

"What if. . ." Cassiel slowly commences as he leans his body closer to mine, but resuming to kiss my chest in a trail up to my ear. "I don't want to go home yet?"

For once, I'm speechless. How can I respond to that? The answer, I can't. I literally cannot say a single thing, except for Cassiel's name and try my hardest not to think about the pain in my groin as he continues to his earlier kissing. Only this time, Cassiel's fingers reached for my pants. His fingers unbuttoning it and agonizingly dragging the zipper down. Is he really going to undress me in front of his house and inside my car?