“I never did this before. I know just the theory”. I said. It was our first night as a married couple, sleeping together in the same bed. And we have just met a few hours ago. Things were going so fast.
“When you talked about it, you sounded so certain”. The prince answered, reminding me of how big of a blabbermouth I was earlier. Laying on the bed half-naked, we were trying to figure out the sex part. We decided to make a bet in producing an heir. I thought it would be fun to have a mini-me to teach, and he thought it would be great to prove his parents were wrong. Furthermore, there was Sybil’s plan. We all agreed this was the best way to go. But, now, as we looked at each other, trying to figure out the next move, I felt stupid.
He was hot, definitely. Even though his legs atrophied a little from the lack of movement, his upper body was still toned. His black hair that was normally tied up was now let down, and it framed his face creating a great contrast against his blue eyes and silk skin. His red and plump lips were so wonderful. Somehow, he reminded me of a fairytale princess. I don’t think of myself as bad either. Auntie told me I was really beautiful, but her words are not trustworthy in this case. I was far from ladylike, but I had a body built by heavy exercise; my skin is a little tanned, since I spend a lot of time outside; my black hair is always cut short, so that it won’t interfere with my practice. There should be nothing wrong in terms of attraction, right?
“I’m just a little nervous, ok?” That should be it, my nerves are getting the best of me. The thin robe I was wearing didn’t hide my naked body. I didn’t have maids to bath me or dress me, and as soon as I learned to do those things on my own, I never let anyone see me naked. As my head rushed, overthinking how over conscious I was about my body, the prince sat, getting his face close to mine. I could see all the details clearly: how his eyes shined, how his cheeks flushed as he looked at me, and how his lips moved delicately.
“Don’t worry. You don’t have to force yourself to do anything. If we can’t do this today, we’ll do it another day. There is nothing wrong in wanting to take things slow. Don’t blame yourself. You are beautiful”. As he got closer, his beautiful words and his handsome face charmed me. I looked at his lips that I longed to kiss and enveloped him in my arms. His lips touching mine, our mouths coordinating its movements, our tongues dancing. I felt him driving me closer and I didn’t want it to stop. I controlled myself and pushed him away. He looked at me, surprised. I could see the desire in his eyes and that he wanted this as much as I did. We were nervous being together, and we didn’t know much about each other. But when I looked at him, I wanted to trust him with everything. In those few hours we spent together, I felt better than with anybody else. “Do you want to stop?”
“No, I just want to take charge. I want this, I want you. If you allow me”.
I could feel him under me, the heat and tension. He smiled at me, playfully. I loved that smile. When his lips parted, just two words sounded.
“Go on”.
