"Hey! Better cover up that chorizo or Herod will throw it on the grill for dinner." Valeria teased Prince as she placed a guitar case at the foot of his bed. She was referencing his penis that was peeking out from under the sheet.
With a swift grab of the flat, rumpled sheet he covered himself and groaned in his low, rough morning voice while rolling onto his back. "Geezus Valeria welcome back but don't you knock?"
"Not when it's noon no."
Now a bit more awake he sat up wondering where Sabine was. Valeria grabbed clean linens from the closet catching a glimpse of what was clearly a love bite on his bicep...
...then she saw his neck...
...his left nipple...
...and his belly.
"Where's Sabine?" Wiping the sleepies from his eyes. "When did you get back?"
"I sent her to the market. Early this morning we got back."
"She go alone?"
"She's a big girl."
"Well I'll go meet her. I don't want her carrying grocery bags back alone. It would be ungentlemanly of me."
"You're looking good, meatier to me. How are you feeling?"
Wrapping the flat sheet around his waist and flexing his arm for Valeria they both laughed.
"Good...maybe a little tired." Prince blushed pulling on a pair of shorts, no underwear of course.
"Maybe you're up a too late?" Giving him some side eye while he helped her remove the sheets from the bed.
"Maybe awake multiple times a night. Ehhh?" Pressing him for a reaction.
Prince said nothing but knew full well she was accurate. "Can't get enough of one another? Happy the Arabic Wolf in London and I were gone?" Her deep cackle had him laughing.
"Be very lax now because I'd thoroughly enjoy seeing some butterscotch baby butt cheeks running my beach."
Perceptive enough to see his face fall just a titch and avoid her stare.
"Now what was that long face all about?" She asked while he stood leaning on the doorway brushing his teeth.
"Noth'in." Back into the bathroom he went as he was almost dripping toothpaste foam. After a quick rinse he was out the door and on his way into town not even noticing his guitar case.
His mind was all on...her.
Approaching the market area his eyes darted from area to area in search of Sabine. Finally eyes set on her in the meat and seafood market where one of the butchers was watching her a little too closely, staying at a distance Prince observed.
Prince had PROBLEMS.
Assessment of problem number one.
SABINE...
Who just slipped on her short...white, he did a double take, CROCHETED, beach cover up with fringe along the wrists and hem, NO BRA and a skimpy pair of panties readily seen by anyone. EVERYONE that caught a glimpse of her was looking, yet she was oblivious taking in all of the delicious looking and smelling fresh foods surrounding her.
Hand clutched a woven market bag close to her waist revealing the perfect outline of her curvaceous breasts highlighting the prominent contour of her slightly raised nipples that could easily be seen through the crocheted peekaboo holes.
"Why dafuq did she go out showing all her beauty?" Mumbling..."banging body exposed..." and fuming a bit yet becoming so aroused seeing his beautiful creature and plenty of her admirers daydreaming.
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When She Comes
Fanfiction💜GROUNDBREAKING BOOK💜 The first story in the Prince community to address April 21, 2016. Haunting, worrisome dreams plague Sabine De Vries about a Prince Rogers Nelson troubled with health and business maladies. Prior to waking from every dream, s...