Intoxication.

23.

"D-Don't stop... please don't"

her voice had whimpered out, chestnut orbs soft underneath the dim light of the hotel, bearing all of her to him, her vulnerability. Her soul.
Prince had now been sitting indian style on the bed, glancing down to where her pants were folded neatly on the carpet. She could sense how hesitant he was. The doubts already starting to consume him but she refused to let it take over.

How did we even get in this position?

The thought weighed heavily on his concious as he found his vision locked on the white panties that adorned her hips, outlining her figure. "I, I shouldn't be so scared..." He gave a nervous chuckle, his heart still threatening to burst from his chest. His left hand suddenly gripped on to her thigh for support, causing her to jump slightly.

Sanaa was about to move when he finally spoke up again, clearing his throat of his bundles of nerves. "N-No...don't- I mean, keep your eyes closed... please" he tried to keep his voice from wavering but failed. Nodding she layed back down in place in between the hotel pillows, the feel of his finger tips grazing ever so delicately against her flesh tickled. It felt like feathers against her burning skin.

Once she was left only in her bra & panties the 17 year old took his time to stare at her body, admiring all her curves. She was truly breathtaking in his eyes. The contrast of the white against her smooth carmel skin was stunning to look at. At the same time, he still sat indian style almost frozen in fear as well in embarrassment.

He didn't know what to do next.

"Prince?" Her voice snapped him back into reality as she reached down to lock her hand in his now trembling one. Grabbing it, she guided it slowly up her toned stomach, making them both shudder slightly at the feeling. His hand stopped just above her left breast. Bitting down on his lower lip he let his hand give it a gentle squeeze before his thumb grazed against her erect nipple making her gasp in surprise but also in arousal. The want was so eveident behind those orbs of hers and he could feel his lower region begin to stiffen just at the sight of her.

Stirring up enough courage Prince got up from his sitting position on the bed, slowly using his legs to trap Sanaa underneath him. Her eyes were still closed and he took the opportunity to leaned inward, his lips brushing against the nape of her ear lobe.

"You look so stunning right now, Chestnut" 

She couldn't help but giggle at the new nickname he had given her. His head was now nestled in the crook of her neck, his thick hair tickling the side of her chin. She felt so tempted to run her hands through it however he felt his hands now grip on to her waist as his lips started to place butterfly kisses along her neck, pecking ever so gently that she almost thought she had been imagining it. The tip of his nose brushed against her neck and the moment she felt the quick feel of his warm tongue flick against her a low moan escaped her lips.

Prince's Pov:

Her skin. Her essence. Everything about her was driving me absolutely wild. The moment I head her moan I couldn't help but smile a little against her neck before in taking a deep breath. I let my hand the had been holding onto her hip slowly make its way down to her womanhood and I gasped slightly at the wetness I now felt just coming from her panties. Immediately I thought she had had an accident but when my index finger brushed against the area again another delicious moan left her lips. Leaning inward so that my forehead was buried in the crook of her neck I slid my index inside her underwear. Once I inserted my finger deep in her warmth her mouth parted as I tried to find a rhythm, my father's words ringing in my ear.

"Don't forget about that clitoris!  A gutiar string when you pluck it!"

Using my thumb, I then lightly brushed against her bud and her back arched slightly, the moans leaving her lips almost made me release right there. Jesus. She even moans beautifully.