•Prince One Shots•

2. If We Don't Stop

The two of you had just returned from dinner where Prince couldn't keep his hands off of you the entire time. You constantly felt his warm and soft hand slipping up your leg or down your back until you swatted him away. He moaned in your ear that he couldn't help himself, not when you were in that red silk dress he likes so much. You two had been dating for a couple of weeks, but hadn't slept together yet. It felt to soon whenever you two had messed around before but this might felt different. You knew what was going to happen as soon as you two got home, and as soon as the front door closed behind you two, Prince wasted no time and pounced on you. You two spent a bit of time kissing each other, feeling each other up and grinding your tour bodies against together and it all started to hit you all at once. "Prince," you were suprised to hear how quiet and soft your voice is as his finger tips brush agaisnt your hot skin. You feel your heart race while blood rushes to your face, causing you to blush at his gentle touch.

"Mm?" His low voice sounds like a small rumble of thunder directly in my ear making your knees weaken with desire and your head spin with lust. His touch sends surges of electric heat all through your arm and torso as his lips hesitantly drag on my ear, taking in your scent and familiarizing himself with it. "What is it, baby?" He askes after a minute of your silence.

"If you don't stop, I'm going to pass out."

He chuckles at your faulty voice and lifts his head, just enough to look you in your eyes and set your soul on fire with how much passion is in them. You can see it as plain as day; he wants you. And it makes you want to melt in his arms, knowing that he wants you and only you.

"Well, I certainly don't want that." He rubs your arm up and down softly. "But you know what I do want?"

Oh, please tell me exactly what you want and I'll be happy to give you every inch of it. You think to yourself.

"What's that?" You clear your throat and try not to look him directly in his eyes. He doesnt like this attempt and forces you to look at him with a finger under you chin.

"I want you to be comfortable."

With possibly damaging sexual positions or....

"With what?"

"With this. With me being so close and...touching you." His eyes flicker to his fingers rubbing small circles on your skin and is taken back when he sees how you react. You blossom into goosebumps and you feel your weight shifting, as if your going to fall over, so you lean into his touch. You want it, you need to feel him touch you. His eyes flicker back to yours with an almost questioning look. Is he wondering why your reacting this way, is he asking for permission? You don't know but suddenly the intense gaze from his eyes is too much to handle. You find it hard to breathe, like a dear in the headlights. You pull away from knowing you've made him uncomfortable, but his hand switches mine and stops you from moving away from him. "Don't be nervous."

Doesnt he know you by now? By telling you not to be nervous only makes you nervous. What a potato. A beautiful, freaking sexy potato.

"Prince, I..."

"Whatever you want to say, please say it." He begs and gently pulls you closer to him again, only this time, his large hand is slipping on the back of your head. His palm is bracing the base of your neck while his finger tips massage your scalp, earning a soft moan.

"That feels really nice..." You breathe.

He chuckled quietly. "I know. You told me your sweet spot after I told you nine in high school."

"You didnt forget?"

"It was hard to forget when I dreamed about kissing your sensitive areas all night, every night."