The prince had purchased a charming old townhouse not far from the palace. There was a plaque on the front door that read, "The Crossed House." It was a few hundred years old, but it had been renovated to make it safer by contemporary standards. Instead of fashionably rectangular bricks adorning the outside, there were ancient gray stones, taken and reused from buildings built in the feudal era, on the first floor and timber framing on the upper floors. The frames had a nearly dizzying variety of patterns. There were diamonds, rectangles, and even circles and simple flowers.
There were servants ready to wait on their new mistress. There was a tiny bit of a yard in the front with a happy garden. For once, Rosanda considered painting something that wasn't a portrait. In this case, a still life. She wanted to make an image of a freshly cooked loaf of bread with flowers from the garden laid near it on a table.
On her first night in the Crossed House, Alex came to her. They ate fried vegetables together. He asked her typical questions. What did she think of the new house? Did the servants find favor with her? Did she like the garden?
Rosanda gave him positive answers. She was in a lovely situation.
And when they finished their little meal, they retired to Rosanda's new bedchamber. She whispered a little secret to him. "I once paid a man to lick my pussy."
Alex laughed softly, but also deeply. "Did he perform well?"
"Most certainly." She felt her blood rush to her clitoris as the memory fluttered in her mind.
He kissed her throat. "Is that a challenge for me?"
It wasn't, but he pretended it was.
He set her nude backside onto her new bed, and he knelt down, his palms nearly searing her shins. Rosanda squealed into her tightly closed fingers as his tongue spread her labia apart, seeking out the most sensitive part of her. He chuckled into her, and then he licked her again, letting the front of his tongue scrape against her urgent little clitoris.
"Alex!"
"Hmmm?" He gave her a little kiss, and then he went back to his lapping.
Her hips rocked a little bit, her flesh rubbing against the bed-sheets. Her fingers grazed his ears, testing out their smooth texture and proud shapes. She felt the skin of her toes as they chafed against each other.
The most intense feelings were between her thighs, where the prince's tongue assaulted her nerves with slick sensations.
"It's so good! So good!" Her glasses fell off, bounced off her bare thigh, and softly landed on the mattress. They hadn't been attached to a chain at that moment.
And he seemed to slurp her clitoris up, drawing on it, making her shriek and tug on his hair. Alex grunted, but he kept going, refusing to give her nerves a moment of rest.
She fell back as her orgasm weakened her.
It wouldn't be the last time he put his mouth on her.
While there were days where Alex was too busy to spend time with her, he certainly tried. On one night, when Rosanda was sleeping, Alex had apparently let himself into the house, which made sense, because Rosanda had paid a locksmith to design copies of all the keys to her new house. She had wanted the Crossed House to be the prince's second home.
And as Rosanda was snuggling into her pillows, bundled under her blanket, heat and sensation pulled her from her dreams. Her blanket rose up as her inner thighs were licked and kissed, even nibbled.
Her nipples puckered in the slightly cooler air. Her breath seemed to shoot out of her. She thought to kick at the intruder, but his fingers sank deep into her cunt and caressed the surprised, yet delighted muscles inside.
"Hello, Rosanda." Alex's voice was very impish.
Her mind relaxed at his voice. Then she smelled hints of his rosy, woodsy cologne.
Alex's tongue flicked and swirled about her, and then, as he curled his fingers inside her, he suckled her little clitoris.
"Ah! Ahhhh!" Rosanda's vision wasn't very good. Not only was it blurred, but the only light was a small, dim bit coming from a nearby oil lamp. The dial had been turned down to a level that put out barely anything at all.
Still, she knew it was him. She loved that it was him.
When she almost reached her peak, Alex put it all to a halt.
Her blanket was flipped aside. Then she felt the mattress bounce as Alex slid up her body. She was held close, one of his hands pressing into the back of her head, and she was kissed by a mouth that tasted like her desire.
She was holding him too, her limbs all around him, her fingernails making little bristling noises against his back. Then she moved one hand off his back, between their bodies, and to his turgid girth. Alex groaned as she pressed and squeezed him, running her hand up and down. Then she moved her hand away to lightly cup his testicles.
"Rosie!"
Rosie?
She grinned in the darkness. "Is that a nickname for me? That's sweet."
His breath was thick and strained as it fanned her brow. "Have you ever been on top of a man?"
"Once. It was fine."
