Glass Slippers & Jeweled Masques (an Erotic Cinderella Fairytale) (Twisted Fairy Tales)
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"It's like a fairytale. Cinderella." She laughed.
He smiled. "And tonight, Cinderella becomes my princess forever."
She rose from her seat on the bed, and his passion woke. Michel watched in enraptured silence as she slowly removed every item of clothing she wore. When she stood before him, naked in the glow of the firelight, he thought he’d go quietly mad if he didn’t possess her.
Weariness forgotten, Michel beckoned her forward and she moved into his arms, cradling his head against the cushion of her breasts. He lifted her off her feet, settled her across his thighs, and drew her mouth to his. Their kiss was tentative at first, but quickly became urgent and demanding. He’d wanted to touch her again like this since that first night, when he’d fallen under the spell of her innocent passion. Her tongue entwined with his, and he cupped her buttocks, pulling her into more intimate contact with him.
Cindi tossed her bright mane of auburn hair to one side, arched her back as his mouth covered one achingly hard nipple. He sucked gently, and each stroke of his tongue evoked soft sighs and shivers from her. She moaned, twisted restlessly as his lips brushed over her flushed skin in leisurely, tormenting kisses. His tongue trailed over the swell of her breast and began caressing the sensitive underside of her responsive globe of flesh. She tugged his head away and captured his lips again as she began to pull his shirt free of his pants.
“Eager, aren’t you, my princess?” He carefully set her aside, and stood. She watched every movement he made as he quickly rid himself of his own restricting garments.
Cindi’s breath caught in her throat as her gaze wandered over his nakedness. The bronzed tan ended at his waist, and the remainder of his skin was pale and smooth. His legs seemed endless, lean thighs firm and solid, his chest flowed naturally into narrow hips. Her gaze rested unflinchingly on the smooth length of his arousal, obvious evidence of the depth of his inflamed passion. Momentary panic seized her and she trembled uncontrollably.
Michel saw the fright in her expressive features and he stepped toward her, eased her to the floor and leaned her back onto the fire-warmed rug. Then he stretched out next to her and pulled her close. She fitted to him as though born for his arms. He resisted the powerful urge to simply take her, his body ached with that intense hunger as it hadn’t for any of the many women he’d known over the years. He willed himself to control and gentleness.
His kiss was exquisitely tender when his lips closed over hers again, the stroke of his tongue lingering, coaxing her to meet his hunger, and match it. When he drew back she cried out in objection, and he soothed her with a rain of kisses that touched every part of her face. He continued the trek uninterrupted, down the side of her neck, across each heaving breast, then over her belly. When he shifted his position, moved to kneel beside her, she stared at him in utter confusion.
Michel parted her thighs, felt her stiffen in protest, and smiled at her in reassurance. His hand encircled her ankle, raised her leg, and his mouth found the tiny flutter of pulse behind her knee. He kissed her smooth, flawless skin. His tongue snaked out, left a wet trail along the insides of her thighs as he moved from one to the other. Her fingers dug into his shoulders when he rested his cheek on the silken tangle of copper hair that dipped between her legs.
“You must trust me, beloved,” he whispered thickly, barely able to hear past the furious pounding of his heartbeat.
Before she could answer, he moved again and his mouth found the core of her desire, his tongue delved into her slick folds. She spasmed violently at the intimate assault, and his name spilled from her lips to become a near scream of excruciating delight. She writhed in pleasure, her body lost in the throes of her surrender to him. Over and over he tumbled her into ecstasy, felt her hips arch off the floor as she choked back moans and cries of blissful rapture.
Finally, Michel crawled back to her. His weight covered her and she wrapped her arms around him, pulling his mouth down to hers. She tasted her passion on his lips and tongue.
Her legs parted to accommodate him and he eased himself into her warmth, groaned loudly at the sensation of tight heat surrounding him. The fragile barrier of her virginity gave way to his invasion and he stilled his thrust as she cried out. She trembled in his arms and he soothed her with gentle words and caresses. Her body relaxed against him and accepted the hard length of him buried inside her. He held her hips, guided her unpracticed rhythm as he began to move against her.
She responded intuitively, flowed into the tantalizing motion as she found the nuances of his thrusts and quickly began to meet them with her own hungry urgency. The madness was building inside her again, the overwhelming exhilaration of completion she’d just learned from him. His breaths were ragged in her ear as he moved harder, deeply within her. She arched in his embrace, gave herself to him without reservation, and cried his name loudly when his hand slipped between them and he stroked her. Muscles clenched around him and her hands tightened on his shoulders. He shuddered as her orgasm triggered his and he filled her with his warmth.
They clung to each other and waited for heartbeats and breaths to grow slow and steady again. When Michel raised his head from her shoulder and stared down at her, he saw tears of wonder on her cheeks.
"You are the greatest gift my father ever gave me, my beautiful Cinderella."
~ END ~
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Glass Slippers & Jeweled Masques
Copyright © 2011 Denysé Bridger
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