She started to get up but he said, "No, stay on your knees."
The words inflamed her. She knew she should be ashamed but she wasn't. She wanted it, she wanted him. She crawled, hitching forward on her knees, ignoring the slight pain of the carpet rubbing against her kneecaps and shins. His fingers stroked her face as she looked up at him. A single creamy drop of pre-come beaded on the helmet of his cock, she stared at it, mesmerized. He rubbed it into his skin, lubricating it. She opened her mouth eagerly and he moved forward, just a bare inch. His c*ck touched her lips and rested there, she put her tongue out, licking at that swollen flesh. She savored the slightly salty and oily taste of him and her tongue moved lower, licking the sensitive spot right below that shiny cap, just where it met the shaft. She twirled it around, lavishing attention on the heavy ridge of vein, it pulsed under her tongue and when she moved back up, opened her mouth and swallowed him down her throat he gripped her head, holding her captive and thrusting his h*ps into her face with powerful movements that left her gasping for air and smiling all at once.
She pulled back, her tongue dancing down the belly of his stiffened prick to his balls. She took them into her mouth, licking at them and suckling as well, enjoying the way he uttered curse words between his teeth as she did so. She could feel the heavy weight of his balls tightening; he would come if she didn't stop soon.
He pushed her away and hauled her to her feet. She didn't have time to think, he bent her over the arm of the sofa and ran his hands over the curbed out halves of her ass, enjoying the feeling of them in his hands.
His tongue licked along the seam of her p**sy then downward, along the puckered crease of her ass. Rachel's eyes flew open, nobody had ever done that and she wriggled against the couch in a mixture of shame and excitement. His fingers slipped down to her cl*t and he circled it, she cried out and he responded with a tiny and light slap to her ass cheeks. She giggled madly, hysterically, as his fingers circled her cl*t and his hands slapped her ass over and over again. In between his tongue licked at the pucker of her a**hole. Too many sensations at once overwhelmed her and she exploded in orgasm, crying out, her legs jerking and kicking as the slippery juices poured from her p**sy.
Matt wasn't finished. He rubbed the slick fluid into the tight ring of muscle, opening her ass with a finger and her own juices. She cried out, her p**sy spilling even more fluid out as he slid his fingers deeply inside her and then used the oil to wet her ass. He blew hot breath onto the wetness, making her weep with pleasure. The nerves in her thighs and calves jerked and leapt as he repeated the process over and over until he was satisfied with his handiwork.
Her ass had loosened under the pressure of his fingers. He used two of them to thrust in and out of her, enveloping her in sensation she had never felt before: a strange liquid like heat. His c*ck nudged at the lips of her p**sy and she gasped as he entered her slowly and steadily while his fingers kept pumping away in her ass.
Matt had to grit his teeth tightly together to keep himself under control as he thrust into her heated tightness. The scent of her arousal marked the air and he knew she was going to come again by the way she tightened up around him. He didn't want to deny her that and he was close himself. He thrust harder, her ass jiggled and bounced, giving him clear glimpses of her pink p**sy stretched around his cock. Entranced by the sight he removed his fingers from her ass and watched his dick glide in and out of her.
Rachel began to beg, "May I come? Oh please, please I need to come so badly!"
"You remembered to ask. Good girl. Yes, baby, you may come." The words came out on a hard exhale and she felt his powerful orgasm inside her even as she came. The hard throbbing of his c*ck was accompanied by the warm slipperiness of his seed running into her p**sy and then down her inner thighs. She went limp, her face burying itself into the pillows of the sofa.
He withdrew and lifted her gently, leading her to the bedroom/ he laid her down and went to the bathroom, returning with a warm cloth. He cleaned her and then lay down beside her. "We have a lot to talk about."
"I know. I mean, it's nice, that you want to be with me but I know it's not possible. You're a prince and your wife would have to be a virgin, which I am not..."
"Oh if you were I would have fixed that." Matt laughed "And honestly, I don't care about being a prince. I care about being here with you. I could always abdicate, I have three brothers."
"You wouldn't!"
"I wouldn't what? Give up something I was born to for something I found that is far more precious? Would you care to bet on that?"
"What would you like to bet?" she asked breathlessly.
"The rest of your life."
"Deal," Rachel said and kissed him.
It was morning and Rachel stood at the windows looking down. All along the street news vans stood packed cheek and jowl. The cops kept waving them away and they would circle the block then jockey for a spot back at the curb that fronted the hotel.
The breakfast they had ordered sat on the white linen covered table, untouched. Matt was still in the shower and she was too nervous to eat. Terror clutched at her heart, how could she face that mob?
Her cell rang and she groaned, it was her mother on the line. She started not to answer it but picked it up on the third ring instead. "Hello?"
"Hello sweetie. Listen I know you have an early shift at the bar today, I just want to warn you about the cameras everywhere. They are stopping all of us as we try to come to work to try to ask questions. It made me late this morning!"
Her mother took pride in the fact that she had never been late or missed a day of work, guilt tugged at Rachel. "I'm sorry Mom.'
"For what?"
"Uh, what time do you and Dad get off today?"
"At five, why?"
"Uh... listen. Mom, I'm up here in the penthouse."
"Why would you be up there?"
She swallowed hard. "I'm with Matt. Mathew Winston."
Silence then, "The prince? You are with...why? Did he need a bar tender for a party?"
"No, I'm with him Mom. Like with him."
"You are with him? Oh dear...oh my..." Rachel cut in hastily, "Mom listen, Kyle was at my apartment last night when Matt came to pick me up I don't know if he recognized him or not but if he did that is why there are so many news crews and if he told them that he already told them my name too. And he may have told them you work here."
"I never did like him much."
The statement, delivered in a flat tone, made Rachel's mood lift a little. "I should have listened to you on that one. I am sorry."
"I have to get back to work, I'll call you later." The phone clicked off and Rachel set hers down on the table.
The shower ran on and Rachel got a nasty idea. She went to the bathroom and stripped, opened the door to the shower and got in. Matt turned around and smiled at the sight of her, her hair hung in long damp curls around her gorgeous face, her pale skin glowed with the heat and tiny beads of water rolled off of her br**sts.
He couldn't resist, he lowered his head to one rosy aureole, his tongue lashing back and forth across it. The nipple tightened and he took it into his mouth, pulling and tugging. The water sluiced down onto them, he had to wipe it out of his eyes. His fingers parted her labia, found the firm nub of her cl*t and rubbed it.
Her legs parted and she leaned back against the shower wall, her breath coming faster. Matt pulled her leg up, around his waist and thrust upward hard and fast, driving into her. His c*ck filled her, stretched her already slightly sore walls open and she whimpered, her hands coming up around his neck, cupping his nape.
He leaned closer, his tongue met hers and they kissed slowly and passionately. Her fingers ran along his back and he didn't flinch at the feel of her nails digging into his skin. His h*ps pistoned faster and she leaned back farther, raising her pelvis to allow him a better angle of penetration.
Their moans mingled as she began to shake and cry out. His mouth sealed hers shut, her hand gripped the built in towel rack and he drove into her one final time, taking them both over the brink.
"That's one way to start the day," Matt chuckled as she soaped up a cloth and cleaned him. Rachel giggled, leaving soapy trails along his thighs.
They dried and dressed in robes then went into the living room. Breakfast looked better to her and they sat down. She made him a plate first and passed it to him before saying, "I'm sorry but I think Kyle may be the cause of the craziness outside.
"Kyle?'
"The ex."
"Ahh, it doesn't matter if he is. The truth is this was bound to happen sooner or later."
His nonchalant attitude calmed her down. She looked down at the table, her eyes roaming the clean linen, unsure as to how this could all be happening – this dream.
"Please tell me you have a plan."
"I certainly do," Matt replied with a heated smile. "I plan to go down there and let them all meet the woman I love. Of course first we have to get you dressed. I love the sight of you nak*d but I am selfish enough to want to keep you to myself, at least that part of you. Now eat your breakfast."
She followed the order automatically. Her nerves were soothed by his kindness and the food. When he called the concierge and asked her to have a very expensive clothing store notified that a woman in his suite needed to be clothed discreetly it took no time at all for a rack of clothes and a grinning man to appear outside the penthouse doors.
At six o'clock Matt and an elegantly dressed Rachel stepped into the elevator. Her legs, showing below the knee length skirt, were covered in expensive silk hose and her body was clad in a modest and gray beautiful suit with a lovely emerald blouse below it for a splash of color.
Her hair had been twisted into a classic chignon low on her neck and her feet were in low-heeled pumps. She felt wonderful but when they stepped out onto the stairs flashbulbs and a babble of voices blinded her. For a moment her nerves failed her but Matt held her hand and she stepped into the glare of cameras with him, her head held high and her prince at her side.
This is how fairytales end, she thought. But for Rachel and Matt, it was only just the beginning.