Prince

© TLM Productions LLC, 2020

Zelda

“Feeling better?” Prince Cal’s hazel eyes hold mine a moment.

Reaching up, I trace a finger along the line of his jaw, thinking how this might be the last time we’re together. It’s a sad thought, I decide to put out of my head.

“Yes,” I say softly, and in that moment, the space between us disappears.

His mouth covers mine, pushing my lips apart. A little whimper squeaks from my throat as our tongues curl together, and I hold the lapels of his coat. Warm hands are again on the bare skin of my waist, but this time, his thumbs slide in the front of my dress, sliding up the skin of my stomach. I groan as the bell rings, and the elevator stops.

“I’m ready to get you out of that dress,” he says, taking my hand and pulling me out of the shiny mirrored box to the gleaming entrance of the suite.

“Dom Pérignon?” I read on the plaque.

“I told you,” he slides the card and the door opens. “Lots of champagne.”

We stop just inside the door for another kiss, and as it closes, I feel his fingers working behind my neck, sliding the zipper down the back of my dress. His lips chase mine, and my top falls to my waist, revealing the pink satin demi-bra that only covers the lower half of my breasts. My nipples play peek-a-boo over the tops of the lace edges.

“Jesus, it just gets better,” he groans deeply, leaning down to cup the bottom of one and pull my beaded nipple between his lips, soaking the lace.

The sensation registers directly between my thighs, and I let out a little moan, threading my fingers into the sides of his hair.

“Cal,” I gasp. “You’re getting my bra all wet.”

“To match those panties… Oh, right,” he teases, with a wink.

With a flick of his wrist, his bow tie is undone. Coat off, he unbuttons his top two buttons followed by his cuffs, never taking his eyes off me. I shiver at the darkness brimming in his eyes.

“Take off your dress,” he says in a low voice, as he pulls his shirt over his head, exposing his lined chest.

I reach down to unfasten my heels, and he stops me. “No, leave those. Just the dress.”

Straightening, my back is still against the wall, I hook my thumbs in the sides of my skirt and shimmy it over my hips. It lands on the floor in a soft thump around my heels, and I step out. Cal stops moving, and I’m sure I’ll burst into flames at the look in his eyes. Those hazel eyes move from my breasts, down the line of my stomach to my bare pussy, down my legs to the gold, strappy heels. I see his Adam’s apple move once before he steps forward, catching my face roughly in his grip and pulling my mouth to his.

Once our lips collide, his other hand moves straight between my legs, cupping me, plunging two fingers deep inside. My gasp of shock and passion disappears in his mouth. I’m grasping at his arms, his shoulders, my nails scratching his skin.

“Come with me,” he says, his voice low and thick.