I'm standing against the wall of the ballroom, one amongst a row of satin and lace. My fellow princess are standing stiffly and rigidly, surreptitiously glancing at the line of princes standing along the opposite wall. The princes are murmuring amongst each other, and the air is filled with excited whispers and a tension. I scan the line of fussing gentlemen, looking for the flower that matches my own- and I see him. He's looking around the room as well, taking in the crowd of stiff and anxious ladies. I wait for his gaze to land on me, and our eyes lock. I stand haughty and proud for a moment, before spoiling the effect by winking. His eyes widen at the gesture, surprised at the gesture. But then he grins almost predatorily, and it sends a flash of heat straight to my core.
"Find your partners!" The announcement cuts through the mutters. There is a moment of nervous pause, before my prince breaks the stillness and strides over to me. His movement seems to have broken the ice, and everyone begins to mill about, finding their partners and making stiff and awkward introductions. But I stand still and wait, watching his confident approach. Once in front of me, he bows, lifting his head up to look at me with the most delicious smirk. I incline my head, fighting back my own smile. He straightens and leans in close, whispering in my ear. "I was not expecting a lady such as yourself to be so eager for such... mischief." His breath on my cheek makes the hair on my neck rise.
"Good sir," I murmur into his neck. "I think you'll find me ready for a good many things." I pull away slightly and he captures my chin, tilting my face to his. His eyes are dark and full of hunger, and it makes me shiver.
The call from the throne comes. "The competition is thus: first to bring their lady to ecstasy is the winner! You may begin!"
There is a great flurry of movement, as the pairs around us immediately start shucking clothing. But he hasn't moved, still holding my chin.
I raise my eyebrow. "So what's your-"
His lips press against mine, and my words are caught in my throat. We kiss slowly, softly. Lips part, and our tongues meet, dancing with one another. One of his hands cups my neck before sliding up to the base of my skull, where he works his fingers into my hair, and the other rests on my waist. Finally I need to breathe, and I take his bottom lip between my teeth, sucking gently. He sighs in pleasure, and I pull away for a moment. I grin and say, somewhat breathlessly, "You don't seem to be getting very far, dear."
The hand gripping my hair tightens and he pulls my head back, exposing my neck. "Such impertinence," he says mildly, the hand on my waist moving to pull up the folds of my skirt. Keeping my head back, he kisses my neck while his hand strokes my inner thigh. His fingers are light and teasing, never moving to where I want them to go. But he sucks and bites my neck, and I can feel myself getting more and more excited with every moment.
Finally, finally, his hand brushes my core and a loud moan escapes my lips. He chuckles. "Ahhh, there we are." I open my lips to retort, but his fingers begin to explore and I am immediately distracted, as gasps and moans are drawn unbidden from my throat. My legs open wider, making access easier. I can feel his eyes on my face, carefully watching my reactions, but my eyes have closed. He seems to know exactly where to touch, working me up until I can barely think.
Soon enough my legs are weak from shaking, and I have to grab his arms to keep from collapsing. He laughs again, sounding extremely smug. "Look how well I know you already," he whispers, nibbling on my ear. He slowly pushes a finger into me, and I sigh at the feeling. It feels so fucking good. Slowly, he begins to move his hand, fucking me steadily and my sigh turns into a whimper. He pulls away for the briefest of moments, and my eyes snap open, almost frantic at the loss of his touch. But he's there, behind me now, pushing gently down on my shoulders. I take the hint and kneel on the floor, and he kneels directly behind me, pressing his chest against my back. One hand reaches around my front and up to my throat, the other returns between my legs and resumes its steady stroking and fucking.
