I could... I shouldn't but...No, I needed to feel it.One finger had almost been too much for my tight little pussy. Now I took three, pressing them ha...d between my lips. I let out a gasp at the pressure of it. Then I imagined him grabbing my hips, pressing down against me... thrusting deep inside...I let out a half moan, half yelp as I forced my fingers deep inside myself. A sharp, hot pain shot through me, and I almost yanked them out again. But fuck, it felt so good too. I pressed in deeper. .. and the Prince knew exactly what was meant by this. Laughter, a warm grip on the shoulder... it was perfect.“I trust your journeys went well and were uneventful, my Prince.”“They were, Sir John.”“I'm having a bath drawn for you. And tonight there will be a feast in honor of your return to Strathmore. Though you have been gone for only a few days, you have been missed....greatly.”“And I have missed being here.”“Tomorrow I've arranged for a hunt for you and I.”“Just us?”“Yes, my Prince. We. It seemed impossible. He sat back down in his seat, stunned. He only got up when he heard noises near the back. ‘Hello, is someone alive?’ He walked, following the sounds. Finally, his eyes landed on a young woman. She was trembling, but alive. Alive! She looked at him with uncertainty. ‘My, my father died.’ ‘I’m sorry. Are you alright?’ ‘I’ll be fine. What are we going to do?’ ‘I don’t know. Let’s find some blankets.’ Kevin searched the plane for blankets, and found a few. Eventually, he. He leans forward trapping me against his desk. The sexual tension rolling off of him in waves. His breath fanning against my face, making the butterflies do somersaults in my stomach. My mind can’t help but wonder what he looks like underneath this shirt. Does he feel as lean as he looks? The intensity pounding around us making my breathing shallow as the anticipation grows. I lean closer to his face needing him to make the first move. The need growing in me as I let the words that have been.