Author's Note at the end contains spoilers about Oberyn.
If you remembered from the last part, the MC talked about how she had felt the same "impromptu attraction" before with her previous lover. This one-shot is going to involve him and of course reveal who he is. Hint: Prince Charming from Shrek anyone?
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"I want you to focus on how you feel."
How I felt? Intoxicated. Breathless. Fûcking sore.
I was aching all over and despite this, Oberyn had somehow convinced me into yet another round of fûcking. This time, however, I would be on top like I was now with my legs straddling the Dornish man below me while my hands rested on his olive chest which was slightly damp from our previous session.
It was something I'd never done before. Jaime had always been the controlling one so I never got the opportunity to be on top. And it was pathetic that I was thinking about Jaime in the midst of my position. I had long ago admitted to the fact, however, that I would never forget him. That didn't mean I never spent a fraction of my night cursing his name for making me feel so empty.
"Close your eyes." As I did close my eyes and focused on how I felt, I realized that I still felt exactly that. Empty. Despite Oberyn's presence and his ability to make me orgasm the numerous amount of times in one night that he did, I still wanted more.
"Now slowly move your hips." I felt his hands apply pressure on where they were resting against my ass, guiding me to move back and forth against his groin, creating a friction that felt almost as good as the feeling of him inside of me. "Make yourself feel good, flower. Make yourself cûm." His husky voice filled my ears as I began rolling hips along with the forward and backward motion, going so slow and torturous that it extracted a deep groan from Oberyn's lips.
Why wasn't this enough? Why wasn't Oberyn enough? He made me feel good. He made me feel important. He made me feel wanted.
Without waiting for his next instruction, I lifted myself off of him, holding myself up on my knees as I reached down underneath me. With my eyes still closed, I brought his côck to my heat, pressing the head against my clît before slowing bringing it down to my opening where I brought myself down over him. And then I was riding him slowly because it wasn't like I had enough stamina to go off bouncing on his côck.
It felt nothing like the way he made me feel when he was the dominant one. While he fûcked hard which was explosive by itself, I was fûcking him sweetly just like his nickname for me denoted. I knew it was doing nothing for him. Even for me it lacked the passion which he brought to life when he was on top of me although I did like the gentleness of it. I thanked the Gods for being able to use the past three rounds as an excuse for my sloppiness even though Oberyn had been the one doing all the work. Even after I eventually slumped over his chest before I could finish myself, he flipped me over till I was on my back and continued where I had left off, just like I had left off. He moved into me slowly and languidly, cupping my cheek with one hand as his lips parted over my own.
