theprincessofisca_GEN

by Michelle Hoppe

  Taken aback by her remark, Dylan laughed. “I don’t remember saying anything about doing it.”

  “True.” Valerie smiled.

  As the doors slid open, Dylan stepped back, breaking the contact of her fingers on his leg. Holding his hand on the side of the elevator car, to prevent the doors from closing, he reached his other hand toward Valerie. “Coming?”

  Her fingers met his and with a slight tug, Dylan led her onto the roof. The stars overhead twinkled in the black of the night sky. There was no moon and the surrounding hotels were all shorter, making the darkness thicker here.

  Remembering her wild abandon of last night, Dylan struggled to keep his cock under control. With a mental shake, he led her a short distance from the elevator and found a small, secluded patio area with lounge chairs and tables.

  Dylan ushered Valerie onto one of the chairs and took a seat next to her. His eyes found their focus in the darkness and he studied her face.

  The silence dragged between them. Valerie never stopped staring at him and Dylan felt his body responding to her closeness.

  “Tell me why you’re here, Valerie.”

  “You don’t know, Dylan? I came here to make love. Isn’t that what you’ve been wanting for days now?”

  Dylan felt a surge of blood in his groin, his cock pressing tight against the zipper of his slacks. He shifted slightly in an attempt to relieve some of the stress on the material.

  He looked at Valerie, trying to find something in her eyes. Anything that would give him a clue about her plans. “Why the sudden change of heart?”

  Valerie lifted her face toward the sky and with a slight giggle to her voice, asked,

  “Does it seem sudden?”

  Dylan leaned forward in the chair, his knees about twelve inches apart, feet planted flat. He took Valerie’s hands in his, pulling her upper body closer to his.

  “What’s going on, Valerie?”

  The smile faded from her face and her body stiffened slightly. Looking him directly in the eye, Valerie opened her mouth, closed it again quickly, and then opened it again. “It’s about us,” she finally squeaked out.

  “Us?”

  Valerie cocked her head to the side. “Us, making love.”

  Dylan’s insides did a quick dance of anticipation, his heartbeat increasing. He wanted this. He’d planned this. So stop stalling and make love to her, his subconscious barked.

  “Have you changed your mind?”

  Dylan squeezed her fingers. “No. You just surprised me.”

  Valerie’s lower lip disappeared between her teeth and there was now doubt etched on her face.

  “Oh, baby, don’t get me wrong, I’m thrilled you’re here. I just want to make sure it’s for the right reason.”

  “Reason?” Valerie questioned.

  Dylan pushed forward, “I’m not looking for a fling, Valerie. I want you. All of you.” He watched the smile return to her lips, her eyes. Dylan could almost see the wheels turning in her head. “If we make love, share this most intimate of pleasures, I want it to be a beginning for us.”

  A single tear escaped the corner of Valerie’s eye and trailed down her cheek.

  Dylan lifted his hand, catching the wet pearl on the tip of his finger. He lingered there, his skin connecting with hers. “I want to explore your world, Valerie.”

  His finger slowly moved down her cheek, coming to rest under her chin. With the slightest pressure, Dylan pulled her face toward his. Dylan waited for her to pull away. She didn’t.

  He watched as Valerie’s eyes closed, her lips slightly open, waiting for his mouth to connect with hers. Dylan gently pulled her forward, his finger under her chin, simply implying what he wanted, anticipating the feel of his tongue dancing past her lips to drink of her mouth.

  Her lips were a fraction of an inch away when Dylan spoke. “I’m going to make you fall in love with me.” He didn’t give her time to respond as his tongue slid into her mouth, skating over her teeth to explore along her inner cheek.

  *

  Valerie heard his words and they registered in her brain. She felt his tongue pressing into her mouth. I’m going to make you fall in love with me. She must have heard him wrong.

  They were going to make love, explore each other’s bodies. Being in love wasn’t required and Valerie knew enough about the world to know you didn’t necessarily fall in love just because the sex was good.

  Dylan’s tongue pushed into her mouth. His lips were pressed tight against hers, driving all thought from her mind. Her hands moved to the sides of his face, her fingers spreading over the smooth skin of his cheek and jaw.

  Her tongue danced around his, dipping into his mouth, then retreating to her own, his closely following.

  Pressing her body forward, she inched to the edge of the chair between his slightly parted knees, bringing her body closer to his. Dylan’s arms encircled her waist, holding her locked against his chest. Her head was tilted up and cocked slightly to one side.

  His lips parted from hers and he kissed along the side of her neck, nibbling softly, then licking. Dylan’s fingers were busy unclasping her bra and Valerie felt it give, freeing her breasts from their tight constraints.

  She lifted her arms over her head to allow him to remove her shirt, taking the bra as well. Her nipples formed hard nubs as the cool evening air hit them.

  Dylan’s hands stroked up her arms, holding them in place over her head, his fingers laced with hers. He pushed backward slightly, arching her back, causing her breast to thrust forward into the warmth of his waiting mouth.

  “Oh, God,” she moaned. Her head tilted back as Dylan sucked her nipple into his mouth. “I want you, Dylan,” Valerie panted.

  Still planting soft kisses on her breast, Dylan responded, “And I want you, Valerie.”

  She felt the moisture start in her pussy, her clit doing a little throb against the soft silk of her panties. Dylan’s hot mouth on her breast made her nipples ache as he suckled. He gave a slight tug on her fingers and nipple as Dylan pushed up with his knees to stand. Valerie went with him, straightening her legs as the tug on her breast grew stronger. She straightened her hip, coming in contact with the hard bulge of his swollen cock.

  With her arms high in the air, Valerie’s body was twisted slightly. Dylan’s lips left her breast, working up her neck to her lips. His mouth was salty from contact with her skin. She thrust her tongue to meet his, rolling it around his, tasting herself on its tip.

  Dylan’s fingers untangled from hers and his hand started a slow slide down her arms to her waist. He broke the contact with her mouth and took a step backwards. “I want to taste all of you.” His fingers reached for the waistband on her skirt.

  With little effort, Dylan undid the button and lowered the zipper, allowing the light fabric to fall around her feet. Valerie stepped out of the skirt, her only clothing now the silk panties.

  Dylan stared at her nakedness, his eyes moving from one breast to the other and down to the soft curve of her hips. Valerie hooked her fingers in the elastic of her panties. “Do you want to see the rest?” She smiled.

  Dylan’s tongue ran over his lips and he whispered, “Yes.”

  Slowly pushing down, Valerie inched her panties off her ass cheeks, over her hips and down her thighs. With a slight shimmy of her body, she let the silk float down to the ground.

  Standing there on the roof, naked in front of Dylan for the first time, she felt a rush of desire swell inside her body. Her pussy was wet. Her clit ached to be touched, yet she stood there waiting for him to get his fill of looking at her.

  “Beautiful.” Dylan licked his lips again. His arms seemed to be locked at his side.

  Valerie could see the outline of his cock, pushed tight against the front of his slacks. His hands clenched and unclenched as he stared at her.

  “Dylan,” Valerie spoke softly.

  He seemed to come out of a trance. In the blink of an eye, he’d gathered Valerie into his arms and again captured he
r mouth with his. Hot hands roved over her body, touching, stroking and teasing her skin, until it tingled.

  Dylan swept her into his arms and carried her to a secluded area behind a hedge in the roof garden. A soft blanket of grass had been planted and Dylan slowly lowered Valerie onto her back.

  He was kneeling at her side, one hand stroking a circle around her breast, the other inching toward her pussy. “Your skin is so soft.”

  Valerie felt his finger connect with her clit as the words washed over her. Her hips arched up to drive his fingers hard into her folds.

  “You’re so wet.”

  “Dylan, please.”

  “So ready.”

  “Yes.”

  Valerie felt him pinch her nipple between his fingers. “Oh, God, yes.” Her head arched back, lifting her ass off the grass. Her feet planted flat and knees bent, she tried to force his other fingers inside her pussy.

  “Do you want to come?” Dylan teased.

  “Yes.”

  His finger slid inside. “Are you sure?”

  “Dylan, please.” Valerie felt the spasms start in her stomach, her muscles grabbing his finger, trying to pull it deeper.

  Another finger slid home. “Do you want it hard?”

  Valerie didn’t speak. She bucked her hips against his hand, demanding release.

  She felt his fingers pumping in and out, sliding with ease, covered in her juice.

  Beads of perspiration covered her arms and legs. Come surged forward from deep inside as Dylan’s fingers connected with her pleasure point. Rubbing a circle around the nub, then pushing hard against it, Dylan elicited the orgasm he sought.

  “It’s coming.”

  “Yes, baby. Ride the wave.” Dylan’s fingers stroked hard on her G-spot. “Let me feel you come.”

  Muscles contracting wildly, Valerie could feel her legs shuddering, her body cresting as come coated Dylan’s fingers.

  Her hips pumped against his hand, driving his fingers hard. Low moans escaped from deep in her lungs and her stomach muscles sucked in, trying to keep her body from shaking apart.

  Dylan’s fingers withdrew and he was no longer touching her. Valerie felt alone, but was unable to move, her body still quivering from release.

  “Dylan?” she managed to call.

  “I’m here, baby.”

  And he was. Valerie felt him kneeling between her legs, his hands sliding under her ass, lifting it from the warm grass and positioning her opening against the head of his cock. “I want to feel your pussy muscles locking on my cock.”

  Dylan didn’t wait for her to respond, his cock pushing past her vulva and driving deep inside her pussy.

  “Yes,” Valerie screamed. His cock filled her completely, hard and thick.

  The weight of his body coming down on hers left Valerie breathless.

  Dylan slid his hand under her back and with his cock tightly housed in her pussy, he rolled them so Valerie was on top.

  “Your turn, babe,” Dylan told her.

  Valerie felt his cock move against her walls. He was using his muscles to push his shaft back and forth, causing her pussy muscles to tighten around him. With a smile, Valerie put her hands in the middle of his chest and pushed her hips up. Dylan’s cock slid from inside her pussy and his eyes closed in anticipation of her body dropping back down to cover his shaft again.

  “My turn,” Valerie purred, “so I can do this?” She slammed her ass against his groin, driving his cock hard into the depths of her pussy.

  Dylan let out a hiss of pleasure.

  Pulling up again, Valerie continued, “Or this?” She withdrew his cock from her pussy and with her hands on his stomach, she pushed her body down his legs.

  Her fingers wrapped around his cock at the same time her lips closed over the head.

  Valerie could taste her juice as she licked around the small slit where pre-come escaped in small drops.

  Dylan gasped as her tongue danced back and forth. “Yes, babe.”

  “You want more?” Valerie asked, her voice barely a whisper.

  “More.” Dylan’s hips pushed up slightly, his cock pressing hard against her tongue.

  Valerie opened her mouth and with her hands moving up and down on the base of his shaft, she wrapped her lips around his cock and sucked it in.

  “Oh, God,” Dylan moaned.

  Holding his cock upright, Valerie sucked over and over, taking it deep and pulling out. She could feel the veins in his rod with her tongue.

  His balls were tight, hard sacs and with one hand she held them up, keeping her other hand on the base of his shaft, working the moisture escaping from her mouth into his skin.

  “More, baby,” Dylan’s voice rasped.

  Valerie sucked harder, pumping up and down with her mouth, sucking her cheeks in as she pulled up to create more friction.

  “Yes, Valerie. It’s close.”

  Valerie released her hold on his balls, his cock, and with her teeth lightly scraping up his rod, she pulled her mouth away.

  Before Dylan could miss her, Valerie had turned her body around so he could look at her backside. With her hand she guided his cock to her vulva and drove it home.

  Gripping his lower thigh, Valerie pumped up and down on his cock.

  Dylan’s hands found their way to her ass and his fingers started kneading her skin while pushing gently up and down in rhythm to her movements.

  Valerie increased the cadence of her hips. Pulling up. Dropping down. Dylan’s cock going deep inside her pussy. Throbbing against her muscles as she drew them tight with each inward slide of his shaft.

  She felt the rush of heat building in her body, knew she was close to another orgasm. “I want your come, Dylan.”

  “Yes.”

  “I want it now.”

  Dylan thrust his hips up hard. “Yes.”

  Valerie dropped her head forward. Her nails dug into the flesh of Dylan’s thigh.

  She lifted her body up and slammed it home again.

  “Come, Dylan.”

  Animal noises escaped from Dylan’s lungs. His hands went to her waist and he took control of her movements, driving her body up and down on his cock.

  “Now, Dylan. Come for me,” Valerie yelled.

  The muscles in his legs rippled against her hands. Dylan strained against her hips, his cock slamming deep in her pussy.

  She felt the orgasm start, her come rushing down to meet his. Dylan’s cock vibrated. His hips locked against her and he held his ass suspended off the ground.

  Valerie felt come pumping into her pussy.

  “Oh, yes,” Dylan sighed. He ground his groin into her ass. “Yes.”

  Dylan lowered his hips to the ground.

  Valerie thrust her legs out from under herself and lay back onto his chest.

  Dylan’s arms wrapped around her, locking over her stomach.

  “That was wonderful,” Dylan whispered in her ear. “I could spend the next twenty years making love to you and never tire of it.”

  Valerie purred.

  “The feel of your mouth on my cock could drive me wild.”

  Valerie snuggled her body against his. “Then we must do it often,” she assured him.

  “Often.” Dylan started nibbling on her neck.

  “Five, maybe six times a day,” Valerie countered.

  “Only six?”

  Valerie laughed. She could feel Dylan’s cock against her leg. “Already?” she asked. She couldn’t believe he recovered so fast.

  “Yes, my love. Already.”

  My love. Valerie felt a warm pleasure in her heart. Could he love her? No, it’s too soon, she assured her subconscious. Love takes time and for now I’m just going to enjoy the pleasure of making love. Being in love wasn’t something Valerie wanted to think about.

  Closing her eyes, she relaxed against Dylan’s chest. “I want to come again, Dylan.”

  “And you will, Valerie, many times before the sun peeks over the eastern sky.”

  Dylan’s coc
k grew harder against her thigh. Many times. Valerie smiled and wished for a long night.

  Chapter 4

  Standing on the porch of the small cottage, Tracee looked out at the first streaks of dawn. A cruise ship, docked at the pier with lights shining from hundreds of windows, glowed against the blue-black sky.

  She could hear the waves breaking on the beach several yards away. A lone seagull cried. Its high-pitched shriek echoed around the small cove.

  It was the third day she and Valerie had been here, in this little hideaway on the secluded beach. They spent their days relaxing on the warm sand, swimming in the crystal-clear water, and chatting about life in general.

  Valerie spent every night with Dylan and Tracee’s concern grew daily. At some point they’d have to return to Isca and Valerie would be dealing with her parents’ anger.

  “I’m so glad I’m not a royal,” Tracee said to the seagull winging past on its way to the water’s edge.

  Valerie joined her, handing her a wine cooler before taking a seat in the wooden swing hanging from hooks in the porch rafters. “What’s wrong with being a royal?”

  Tracee turned to look at Valerie, her hip leaning against a support post. “Too many things to name.” Tracee laughed.

  Valerie pushed herself forward in the swing causing the chains to creak. “Not the least of which is parents wanting you to marry another royal.”

  “There is that,” Tracee agreed.

  “Well, they can find another daughter to marry off.” Valerie rubbed her eyes.

  “Are you planning to stay out this late every night?”

  “Perhaps,” Valerie conceded.

  “We’re going to have to return to Isca, Valerie. We can’t stay here forever.”

  Pushing with her feet again, Valerie got the swing moving faster. The chains groaned against the hooks as it swung back and forth. “Look, Tracee, my only plan for now is to get some sleep. I’ve been up too many hours the last couple of days to think clearly. My parents don’t know about this little hideaway of mine. So we’re safe.”

  “You’d be safe at home too, Val.”

  “Yes. I know. Safe wasn’t the right word. You know what I mean.” Valerie looked at Tracee. A huge smile spread across her face and she gave the swing a mighty push. “Today, I just want to rest. This evening we can discuss how to get my mother off my back about this stupid dating site and break the news about Dylan.”