Saving His Princess

by Elisa Leigh

  “What’s in the bags?”

  “Open them.” Emersen squeals and claps her hands. She is so funny. She’s always happy, and I can’t wait to get to know her more. Chelsea just says it like it is and I love that she doesn’t leave me guessing.

  I walk up to the bags and see clothes in my size. There’s jeans, shirts, sweaters, pajamas, and some shoes. They even bought me panties and bras. I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to thank these women, but I will find a way soon.

  “Thank you. This is way too much.”

  “Don’t worry about it. Prince handed over a bunch of cash and told us to get you whatever you needed. Trust me, it was our pleasure.” Chelsea says, sitting on the bed.

  Emersen walks up to me holding a silver sleeveless dress. The beading on it alone is beautiful, but I love the way it’s short in the front and long in the back.

  “We got shoes too. They match perfectly. Everyone deserves to feel beautiful on their wedding day, even if it is planned in only a few hours.” Emersen says hugging my side.

  “I feel like all I keep saying is thank you, but there are no other words to tell you how much this means to me.”

  “You’re one of us now babe, there’ll be plenty of time for you to tell us how much you looove us,” Chelsea says and laughs, making Emersen and I laugh along with her. These two are insane.

  “Sit down, it’s time to get you all dolled up. We want Prince to be panting when he sees his Princess.”

  By the time I walk out of the room, Triton is outside the door, leaning against the opposite wall. When he sees me, he smiles and hands me a bouquet of white roses tied with a white ribbon. When he holds out his arm, I slip mine into his, and he starts walking us back toward the living room area. The room has been decorated in white twinkling lights and flowers.

  “Those girls really thought of everything, didn’t they,” I say more to myself.

  “Actually, this was all Prince. He wanted to make sure this day was as special as we could make it in the few hours we had.”

  I’m still looking around when Triton clears his throat. I have never felt like a princess, but Vince is slowly making me believe fairy tales do come true. I might have found my prince after all. I look up and see Vince standing beside Pres and Rock. He looks so good, standing there in dark dress pants, a white Oxford, and his leather vest. He’s staring at me and our eyes lock on each other’s. The minute Triton places my hand in Vince’s I feel complete for the first time in hours and I breathe out a sigh of relief.

  Emersen and Chelsea stand to my left while Rock and Triton stand to our right. Pres is in the middle, ready to marry us.

  “Svetlana, repeat after me. ‘I, Svetlana Ivanov, take Vince Moretti, to be my lawfully wedded husband.”

  I repeat after Pres, saying exactly what he tells me to. When it’s time for me to give him a ring, I’m not expecting Emersen to place one into my hand. I slide it onto his finger and complete my vows, promising to love him forever. It strikes me that we’ve known each other for a day and we haven’t done more than kiss let alone say ‘I love you’ and we’re promising to do this for the rest of our lives. He doesn’t need to know I was half in love with him this morning when he wanted to play in the snow.

  “I, Vince Moretti, take Svetlana Ivanov to be my lawfully wedded wife. I promise to cherish you in friendship and love today, tomorrow, and for as long as we live, I’ll trust and honor you, love you faithfully, through sickness and health, richer or poorer, ‘til death do us part.”

  When he slides not only a beautiful diamond band on my finger but also a princess cut engagement ring, I’m shocked. I look up at him, and he winks at me!

  “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss your bride.” Pres finishes.

  Vince pulls me close and kisses me deeply. His kiss has me wondering what tonight will bring.

  Chapter Nine

  Vince

  We met yesterday, but Lana has already become everything to me. After pizza and champagne, we say our goodbyes and I secure my wife into the passenger seat of my truck. She must be exhausted after the past twenty-four hours. The ride home is silent until we park in my driveway and I look over at my bride. She’s been staring out the window and fidgeting in her seat for the entire drive.

  “Ready to go inside?” I ask, reaching over and lacing my fingers with hers. When she looks over at me my heart stalls in my chest. She looks torn, and that’s the last thing I want her to be feeling.

  “Why did you marry me, Vince?”

  “This may be hard to believe, but I knew as soon as I saw you that you would be the one I’d spend my life with. I’m thirty-eight, love. I’ve lived long enough to know what I want in my life, and you’re it, Lana.” I’ll reassure her every day if that’s what it takes for her to believe she’s who I want.

  “I should have asked these questions earlier. We should have talked more. It all happened so fast, and now it’s real. We’re married, Vince!”

  She’s not getting it. She’s still babbling about us not knowing each other when I get out of my truck and go to the other side to open her door. When I open it, she’s glaring at me and going off on me again in Russian. One day I’ll have to ask her what she said to me. Reaching in, I pull her out and pick her up bridal style. I kick the door shut and begin carrying her to the house.

  “What are you doing?”

  “In America, it’s customary for a husband to carry his wife into their home on the night of their wedding. I didn’t want you to miss out on any of our traditions.” I tell my bride, winking at her.

  She’s still fuming when I unlock the door. I walk in and head straight for our bedroom, placing her in the middle of the bed. Stepping between her thighs, I hold her face in the palm of my hands and stare into her stormy greys.

  She nods, and I pull her close, holding her for a moment before I need to let her go. Kissing the top of her head, I release her and walk out of our room. A lot has happened today, and I know our decisions have been life-altering.

  For me it’s simple. I found my soulmate, the woman I’m already in love with. Once I’ve made up my mind on something I stick with it. Standing by my Princess for the next sixty years will never be something I’ll regret.

  I walk back out to the truck and gather all the shit the girls bought for my woman. I had no idea what she’d need, so I figured my best bet was to send the ladies so at least she has something that’s hers. I’m an only child and was never around girls growing up except for my mom. Shit, my mom. She’s going to be fucking pissed she wasn’t at the wedding. Once I explain it to her, she’ll understand though, and when she meets Lana, she’ll forget all about it.

  My mama and papa both came from old Italian families who believed the wife’s place was in the home, taking care of her family. I’d like to think I’m a modern guy, but the idea of Lana round with my son and taking care of us brings out a fierce need inside me. I know she planned on going to school, what if that’s something she still wants to pursue? Would she be happy to stay home and let me take care of her?

  I never thought I’d be having these thoughts or even worried about these things. I notice the time, and I’ve been out here for a while. I grab the bags and quickly walk back into the house and lock up.

  Turning out the lights in the kitchen, I bring the bags to our room assuming Lana would just be getting out of the shower. I stop at the entrance of our bedroom stunned by the beauty laying on my bed. She’s on top of the covers in nothing but a white t-shirt. Laying on her side, she’s curled up, with her knees close to her chest. It’s riding high on the back of her legs and is hitting right at the start of her ass giving me a peek at her luscious pussy.

  Jesus Christ, I’m in so much trouble. She’s young, and I bet her cunt is tight and wet. My dick gets hard just thinking about how good it’s going to feel to slide inside her slick heat the first time. Just thinking about it has me wondering, not for the first time if she’s a virgin. Will she be able to tak
e every inch of my thick cock the first time or will I need to work it into her?

  Pulling myself away from the most beautiful site I’ve ever seen, I take her things to our walk-in closet. Setting them down on the side I grab a pair of boxer briefs. I’ll help her put these things away tomorrow after she’s modeled a couple outfits for me.

  I take a quick shower, rinsing off the day, I contemplate stroking my dick to the image I walked into, but in the end, I can’t bear to waste my cum. Getting out of the shower I dry of and pull on a pair of boxer briefs, I walk back into the bedroom. Standing next to the bed, I watch her as she sleeps so peacefully.

  As carefully as I can, so as not to wake her, I pull the covers over us and slide in bed beside her. She scoots closer and snuggles into my chest. I’m about to fall asleep when she moves her leg between mine and her wet pussy rubs against my thigh, and she lets out a sigh. Even in her sleep, she knows I’m the one who’ll protect her. She might not be able to admit to it now, but deep down she knows we’re right.

  Chapter Ten

  Lana

  It takes me a minute to realize where I am. When I feel the hard, muscular man beneath me, I know immediately I’m in the arms of the only person to make me feel an ounce of love. The room is dark, but the full moon is shining in through the window, allowing me to see him. Vince is laying on his back, one arm folded underneath his head, and the other holding onto my hip. I’m snuggled into the crook of his arm, with my leg wrapped around his thigh and my arm laying across his middle.

  I watch the steady movement of his chest to make sure he’s asleep. When I’m sure he’s really sleeping, I reach up and lightly trace the tattoos covering his chest. The one of a cross, in the middle of his chest, calls to me. I don’t know why I do it, except I’ve been dying to taste him right there. I lean over and kiss him in the middle of the cross. He shifts slightly, but when I look up, he’s still asleep. I kiss him again, this time tasting his skin. The man is intoxicating.

  As I kiss down his stomach, my throbbing pussy rubs against his bulging thigh. I moan out loud from the pleasure it brings me. Continuing to kiss lower, I get to where the covers end. My heart beats wildly in my chest, and my nipples are tight and achy. The throb between my thighs is so uncomfortable and unknown. I know I need to do something, but I’m not sure how. I salivate, knowing what lies beneath.

  Reaching up I grab the sheet, ready to lower it and get my first look, but I’m stopped. He grabs my hand in his much larger one, and I look up at him, wondering when he woke up, and why he stopped me.

  “Be sure, Lana. I won’t ever deny you but be sure this is what you want. The moment you put those lips around my dick, you’ve claimed it, and I have no intention of letting you off the hook. We’ll be all in, body and soul. Are you ready to call me yours forever?”

  Licking my lips, I stare at him as I lower the sheet. I was his, the moment he picked me up from the ground with someone else’s blood painting my skin. I know what he’s saying, and I’ll gladly show him I’m ready for forever. His eyes heat with restrained need. Looking down, I see for the first time the monster that is going to claim me. Shit, how is this going to fit inside?

  I look back up at him, seconds from tears because I have no idea what I’m doing or what I’ve gotten myself into. I’m freaking out, fearful of the unknown and frustrated I can’t be better for him. I need to please him, need to show him how much he means to me. “Fuck Lana, I didn’t realize just how innocent you were.”

  I pull away and roll to the other side of the bed or try to. He rolls over me just as fast, placing his elbows above my shoulders. He frames my face in his hands. “Look at me love,” he demands. When I don’t, he lifts my stubborn chin, so I’m looking at him. I fight him, not giving into what he wants, and look away.

  “Lana.” He says firmly.

  Immediately I stop fighting him and raise my chin and look into the darkest green eyes.

  “My princess, you are my soul, my heart.” He says in a gravelly voice.

  He’s between my thighs, his heavy body pressing into mine, his hard cock resting between my pussy lips. Leaning down, he kisses me, placing soft pecks on my lips. I reach up and wrap my hand around his neck and pull him down to me, needing more than just his lips. I lick the seam of his mouth, and he opens, allowing me to find his tongue. I didn’t know a kiss could feel so important.

  My prince deepens our kiss, spearing his fingers through my hair and pulling to the edge of pain. When a moan slips free, he rubs his cock between us, perfectly hitting my clit. I run my hands up and down his back, and then over his ass, pulling him into me harder. I need more of him, and if he’s not going to give it to me, I’ll take it for myself.

  Rolling away from me he lays on his back staring at me and stroking his cock. I watch, mesmerized by the clear liquid running down his shaft. I move closer, so I can see better, then look back at him. “Teach me?”

  He moans and nods. Reaching down he grabs my hand and places it on his shaft, showing me exactly how to hold him. Squeezing my hand, he guides me, teaching me how he likes it. After a few strokes, he releases my hand. Picking up speed, I get into a rhythm that is comfortable and has Vince moving with me. Feeling confident, I lean down and suck the head of his cock into my mouth. I moan out in pleasure, loving the taste of him on my tongue. I suck harder hoping to make him come, make him feel as good as he’s making me feel.

  “Princess, you have no fucking idea how good your mouth feels sucking my dick. If you don’t stop I’m going to waste all my cum in your mouth, and that’s the last place I want it.”

  I don’t stop, I couldn’t if I tried. I’m addicted to making him move and hearing those noises he’s making every time I suck harder and stroke him faster. Knowing the effect, I’m having on him, I’m determined to make him come.

  He slides his fingers through my hair and lightly massages my head while guiding me down his thick shaft. I moan, loving how my pussy pulsates in time with his groans. Without warning, he pulls my hair back and pulls out of my mouth. He’s got me rolled over onto my back and is in between my thighs before I can complain.

  Pressed to my opening, he waits, searching my face. “Please Vince, I need you inside me.” I cry out, more than ready for him to claim me as his woman. His smoldering eyes meet mine “You sure you’re ready love?”

  I’ve never been more ready. Everything in my life has led up to this one moment. He strokes into me, over and over, each time going deeper than the last. When he stops and looks at me, I’m ready to beg him to keep going. His sweet torture is putting me on edge.

  “This makes you mine, you realize that, don’t you Lana? I’m claiming your cherry, just as I’m going to claim your heart and soul. I’m going to worship the fucking ground you walk on every day until forever.”

  He tears through my innocence doing exactly as he says and claims me. He pumps into me erratically, with no finesse or rhythm. There’s nothing sweet about the way he’s grabbing my hips and slamming inside me. I wouldn’t want him any other way.

  “Vince, it feels…”

  “Tell me, Princess. Tell me how good your Prince is making you feel.” He growls into my ear.

  “Sooo good. I feel so full and complete. Vince, please don’t stop.”

  “Never, Princess. No one could stop this, fuuuck…” He groans, and I feel his cock swell, tipping me over the edge.

  “Vince, it’s happening. I’m..., its... ohhh,” I moan.

  “Princess, I’m coming inside this tight virgin pussy. I’m coating the walls with my cum. Fuuuck…” He shouts before screaming my name and filling my pussy full of his cum.

  Chapter Eleven

  Vince

  I lean down and sip from her lips lazily. I’ve just made love to the only woman I’ll touch for the rest of my life. Nothing in this world could top this feeling. I pull out of her, knowing I need to clean her up. Walking into the bathroom, I turn on the light and see myself in the mirror. My eyes zero in on my cock cov
ered in our combined juices and the evidence of her virginity. Knowing I was the one to have her first, to have all her firsts is gratifying in a way, I never thought mattered.

  Grabbing a washcloth, I get it wet in hot water and wring it out. I walk out of the bathroom to find her in the same position I left her. She’s still drunk on our lovemaking and her first orgasm. Just the thought of it has me getting hard again. As soon as I press the cloth to her red puffy pussy, she groans and tries to move away from me, but I grab her knee and hold her still. “Easy love. I have to clean you up before we go back to sleep.” She gives into me and lets me wipe away our release. When she’s clean, I kiss her puffy pussy lips, vowing silently to be inside her again soon.

  “Thank you, Vince,” She says, staring up at me sleepily. I finish cleaning my dick and throw the rag into the hamper. I crawl into bed beside her, wrapping my leg around hers and my arm through the middle of her breasts resting my hand against her throat. I’m surrounding her, protecting her from anything.

  She settles into me, and within seconds her body has gone limp in my arms, and she’s snoring lightly. I lay awake for a while thinking about what we just shared, knowing nothing will ever compare. Nothing can ever prepare you for that moment when you experience soul-shattering completeness in another.

  ∞∞∞

  I wake a few times throughout the night, needing to be inside her. I’d worry I’m wearing her out if not for the way he holds onto me, needing every moment as much as I do. I finally wake to the sun high in the sky and an empty bed. Where the hell did she go? She didn’t leave, right? I jump from the bed and run through the house, checking the top floor and finding it empty, I check the bottom.

  I find my princess in my robe and house slippers, sitting outside on my back deck, sipping coffee. It’s past noon, but she’s as sleep ruffled as I am. I knock on the sliding glass door, getting her attention. She looks up smiling, and I blow her a kiss. Her cheeks tinge pink, and I laugh, liking how embarrassed she gets.