Begging for Pleasure

I wished that I could explain to him in words what was wrong with me and what I was feeling. However, that wasn’t possible. I couldn’t possibly find the words and courage to tell him of the raging desire and need that was burning and consuming me from the inside out. Instead of words, my body moved on its own. My hold on the sides of his face tightened before I lifted myself up a little and then my lips were crushing firmly against his.

My lips moved to kiss him as I moaned my pleasure at the contact of our lips. His lips against mine felt so soft, warm, and inviting. I didn’t know what I was doing and what I should do. In all my life, I had never initiated a kiss with someone like this before. My hands slipped from his cheeks down to his neck and then I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer as I pressed my naked breasts against his chest. The prince stiffened in my arm and for a moment I wondered if I had been doing it all wrong.

Perhaps, he doesn’t like this?

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