A Bedtime Story 9

"Tell me a story."

Genevieve's bright eyes twinkled playfully as she lay beside Lance in their bed. "A bedtime story!"

Lance thought for a minute, then smiled. "Okay, gorgeous." He sat up in bed, leaning over her. "This is the story of a prince who awakened one morning to find that his beloved princess had vanished!" He paused, bending down to kiss her. Genevieve parted her lips slightly, moaning quietly as his lips met hers.

"She was very beautiful, with the most luscious red lips." He kissed her again, gently nibbling on her lower lip, making her giggle. "And the most beautiful curves." He ran his fingertips down her arms, down her belly, over her panties (avoiding her most private areas for now), and down her legs. Goosebumps followed his fingertips, and she shivered with delight.

"Mmm, so what did the prince do?" she asked, her eyes already becoming glazed with the beginnings of lust.

"He did the only thing he could do," Lance replied mock-seriously. "Set out on a quest to find her."

"Mmm, of course. So where did he look first?" she smiled.

"Well," he replied. "First, he looked in the highest hills." He cupped her breasts and squeezed gently, running his thumbs over her nipples. Genevieve was wearing a thin tank top with no bra; her nipples quickly hardened, poking through the fabric. She gasped at his touch, arching her back to push her chest toward him. He pulled her shirt over her head, allowing her bosom to spill out; he held her breasts in his hands for a moment, delighting in the feel of them in his hands.

"He spent a long time searching in the hills, exploring each peak." Lance licked and sucked her breasts, teasing each nipple with his teeth. She pulled his head closer, and he responded by sucking more soft flesh into his mouth. Biting harder. Genevieve squealed happily and ran her hands over his back.

"Then where else did he search?" she asked, pulling his shirt over his head. But he stopped her, laying her back down on the bed.

"This is story time, little one," he said with a smirk. "Be quiet and let me finish the story, please." Genevieve bit her lip and nodded quietly. She enjoyed it when he took control.

"Then," he smiled, "he searched the countryside's fertile valleys." Lance slid his hand down to her panties, already absolutely soaked with her arousal. He played with her clit through the thin fabric; Genevieve closed her eyes, moaning and writhing as he pulled her panties aside and continued sliding his fingers over her swollen, needy nub.

"Fuck, baby, that feels good," she panted. "You always know just how my little pussy needs to be touched."

"God, you're sexy," Lance mumbled as he slid two fingers inside her; she grabbed his wrist and cried out in pleasure. "Anyway," he continued, smiling (though his voice betrayed his arousal), "he couldn't find the princess in the valley."

Genevieve reached up, grasping his stiffening cock through his boxers. "So then," she asked, voice husky, "did he look in the forest?" She slid her hand up and down over his length, feeling it thicken and swell.

"Yes," Lance said with gritted teeth.

She smiled, easing his boxers down to expose his erection. Genevieve moaned quietly at the sight, at the knowledge that she'd inspired such need in him. "Were the trees thick and hard?"

He strained to keep his composure. "Yes... very thick and very hard."

She guided him down onto his back, stroking him gently. "Mmm, tell me more, Mr. Storyteller," she cooed, taking more of him into her mouth. She flicked her tongue against the underside of his cock and then sucked him deeper.

"Fuck," Lance growled, "so hot and wet."

Genevieve pulled him from her mouth and began stroking him slowly. "Hot and wet, huh? Doesn't sound like any trees I've seen." She took him into her mouth once more, and began an infuriatingly erotic rhythm. Sliding her wet lips down over him almost down to his balls, then back up; her hands followed each stroke, twisting gently.

Lace growled, pulling his dick from her mouth. "I'm telling the story." He stroked himself as he knelt, guiding her down onto her back. He stroked himself slowly, looking down at her.

"So," he continued. "The prince couldn't find her in the woods. But there was one place left to look." He looked into her eyes. "A warm, wet cave."

"Oh," she smiled. "That sounds like a good place to look." She reached out for his cock, pulling him toward her positioning it at the entrance to her glistening pussy. "I think it's time for him to go exploring."

He slid into her, and gasped at how tight and wet she was. "And the cave was very... ugh... hot and wet," he told her, struggling with words as he thrust deep. He propped himself up on his forearms and began a slow rhythm.

She closed her eyes. "Yes, darling," she moaned as he began to fuck her. "More, please. I want to know more," she begged; she spread her legs wider, allowing his dick to slide deeper inside her needy body.

"The prince couldn't find the princess in the cave," Lance continued through gritted teeth," but he kept. On. Searching," he said, grunting with each forceful thrust.

Genevieve could tell that he was close to cumming. "Your princess is right here, love," she cooed in his ear. "Show her how she makes you feel." He lay on her, thrusting wordlessly, seeking his release. She held on to him tightly, marveling at his power; she held onto his ass, urging him to thrust harder and faster.

"Fuck," he said finally. "So good." His hips rocked as his cock spasmed mercifully inside her tight pussy, shooting his seed deep into her. She cried out in delight, squeezing him with her pussy, milking his cum from his balls.

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Later, they lay together. Spent. "But the princess wasn't in the cave either," he explained. "She was here." he pointed to his chest.

"She was right here, in his heart."