Princess Ces'alena (13 page)

Lena was so confused… her mind muddled and blank. Something was happening to her that never happened before this powerful man began kissing her. It made her feel things in her lower body she couldn’t help but wonder at. He was stirring her so deeply that an ache was building. Hesitantly she began turning into his kisses…giving more access to her mouth…opening it to taste him again…to feel his tongue within as it was a moment ago – curious to see where these feelings inside of her body taking over, would lead.

Feeling her slight response, Manny froze…afraid he’d embarrass or stop her from testing him. Holding himself still, he let her grow bolder…let her want more…taste more. Lena had no idea what was happening…but she didn’t want him to stop…she suddenly missed the weight of him. His aggressive hold over her… somehow, his passion and forceful desires in check…was turning her on. Knowing how much he wanted her, yet now willing to deny himself, left her feeling shaky and abandoned. She was alone…and he was her one source of safety…with him, she knew no harm to her would come. Before when he’d showed how much he wanted her, she rebelled. For some reason however, his withdrawal shook her…she wanted him to want her…she wanted his fiery return.

Manny drew slowly away from her, leaning on his hand that propped him up. His other hand came to rest on her stomach as he stared down at her. Lena stared up at him waiting, she wanted him now. She wanted more of what he was doing to her. She searched his eyes, her own jetting back and forth from his mouth, back up to his eyes, questioning. She swallowed, growing impatient as he stared at her waiting. Mustering nerve, she finally asked,

“Well?”

He bit the inside of his lip hard to keep from smirking or smiling…he already knew were she to see that, she would be up and out of his bed, out of the room before he could get his feet beneath him. “Well what?”

“Sure you can, you see, I cannot take something that is not freely given to me.” He informed her, fighting his desire to laugh out in victory. She was adorable. Fascinating, fiery and full of un-tapped desires and right now, as curious as a cat! He wanted her even more now… she made him feel alive and powerful, at the same time she’d reduced him to a weakness that made him capable of begging.

Her brows drew centered frowning, thinking, until she asked, “What kind of ruler are you!? No one tells my father, no! Why do you let me say, no - to you?!” She asked…perplexed by him.

Manny sighed, and then leaned up over her. “It is not that I don’t want you. It is that, you do not want me. I promised not to hurt you…if I took you, and you did not want it…is that not hurting you?”

“But-…” She stopped, looking up at him thinking. “Surely it is the right of the ruler to demand…and those who are his subject, well - they must submit! That is the way it is done.”

“But princess-…” He tapped the tip of her nose gently. “If what I demand is not right for me to demand…and not freely given by you, how can this bring me pleasure?” He asked her kindly; giving her time to think. “But this thing men do to women, this will bring you pleasure.” She said in wide eyed innocence. Manny caressed her cheek lightly shaking his head. “No my little princess, this would not bring me pleasure. You see, I would not be pleased, unless I have pleased you.”

She thought about that and sighed deep and sudden, “All right, kiss me…I want you – now!” She demanded royally. Manny threw his head back and roared in laughter, tickled so he rolled on the bed, his eyes filling with tears from his mirth. “Why do you laugh!? This is not funny! I wish to be kissed! I want this - this pleasure!! I want it now! Do not keep me waiting!”

He laughed even harder…he simply couldn’t help himself. Lena rose onto her knees beside him. “Is this how you give pleasure…with laughter? I am not impressed, neither am I pleased!” She announced crossing her arms over her breasts. Manny calmed himself as he wiped the tears from his eyes. He needed a moment to collect himself as he lay looking up at her smiling.

He sniffed and swallowed trying to harness his laughter, all that she was, filled him with unexplained delight. Once again, the sight of her took his breath away…sobering him as she sat perched staring down at him in all her regal glory. He reached up touching her hairline, caressing her skin, “You are mine…you will
always
– always be mine.” His words were a gruff declaration with a breathless voice full of wonder, pride in her, true and strong in his chest.

“Tell me that you want me.” He lay there before her, ordering softly.

Lena swallowed, then nodded and followed it up with, “I want you.”

Manny rose to his knees as well, now facing her. He reached over and began undoing her thick braids that Kayleen had put in. “I want your hair, loose…free, wild as it was when I first laid eyes on you.” He spoke passionately, working his fingers within the braids to free her tawny mane. Once he was done with her hair, he went to the tie in front of her gown, untying the four bows…surprised when she sat letting him, stunned even more when she reached out her hand and touched his chest; running her fingers through the bristly hairs.

“
Do all white men have hair on their chest as you do?”

Manny was busy pulling the top of her gown from her shoulders as she asked this. She shifted allowing him. “I’m not sure…I suppose so.” He answered grinning. “I’m glad you do…I like it.” She informed him. Manny chuckled, “I’m glad to hear this.” He returned pushing the dress down her arms to her waist, lifting her arms, she covered her breasts.

Confused, Manny looked from her face, to her hands covering her breast. “What is this?” He pointed, indicating her sudden modesty.

Manny scooted closer, leaned in and began kissing her again; tasting her full lips as if coated with delicious honey. Lena shivered enjoying his skill…especially when his lips began to travel. Her head suddenly felt heavy as the weight of it fell back exposing her long throat.

Manny’s lips were slow and thorough in the travel, kissing and sucking as he coated the skin in his path. Lena sucked in through clenched teeth with little pants as he drew ever closer; his hands on her arms now pulling her up as he kissed on the way down. She was up in his arms leaning against him, having to uncover her breasts putting her hands on his shoulders, having done so, she experienced the most incredible warmth, the wonderful moistness of his mouth covered one of her throbbing nipples; making her gasp and cry out, while the tip of his tongue firmed up to jab, circle and play at it’s tip.

She cried out again grabbing his head cradling him there to continue in his assault, infusing her with pleasure so acute she was trembling and begging for it to continue. Unconsciously she arched her back to feed him more… wanting him to lave them both, and he did, sending her to dizzying heights.

Hungrily sucking and pulling at the dark points with his teeth, as he kissed down the round firm globe to the underside rubbing his cheeks and face against them. With one hand holding her to him, the other ventured down to push the gown off of her waist, over her hips and down her thighs.

Wrapping that same arm around her thighs, he lifted her - then laid her down…leaning back to remove the dress completely… thankful there was nothing underneath. Lena felt an urge to cover herself, but he had her on fire. She could only stare up at him as he allowed his eyes to glide over her body appreciatively. She could actually feel the heat of his gaze on her flesh like soothing hands rubbing her down, her nipples beaded even harder in response, until they throbbed to be sucked on the more. Lena felt a burn that took her breath away, especially at that part of her body that was throbbing warm, and swelling with need. Manny wasted not another moment removing his breeches and then climbing back into the bed next to her.

She caught a glimpse of him, and was quietly stunned, wondering suddenly did she still want to go through with it. This was her first time seeing a man’s erection. He was large, thick with a length that worried her. She knew what it was for…but now she would learn the full extent. Manny took another moment to capture her lying there, trembling and wanting him. Her flat tight stomach, wide hips and enticing slender, shapely legs folding as she turned into him. Laying as she was, like this, he wanted to treasure the picture, he wanted to remember it always.

She’d turned into him hoping that he would get whatever he would do over with quickly, but he was in no hurry, even though he caught the change in her once she saw him in the all together. He knew he had to rekindle the passion in her as his hands began tenderly stroking her. “Please, I wish for this to be done, to get it over with.” She panted afraid.

“Shhh, not until…I’ve pleased you first.” He kissed her lips again as he stroked her…making her whimper fearfully as his mouth covered hers. His warm, wet tongue gently laved her lips, teeth and then within. His hand started rubbing and venturing over her body; his palm cupping her young, firm breast, making her quiver once again as her excitement rebuilt. She began arching her back, needing his touch urgently as he kneaded from one breast to the other. Sensing her need, his mouth left her lips, kissing down the center of her chest to choose a breast to lave and love; slowly moving on to the other.

In rising passion Lena brought her arms back over her head, unconsciously abandoning her body to him. Her head grew restless; tossing to and fro as her hands saught out something to hold, finding the spindles of his headboard behind her, she tightly grasped two of the columns and held on. Lena thought the surface of her body would catch aflame. Then her eyes shot open when his hand went down between her thighs, “Nooo - no! Don’t!” A moan escaped her as he ignored her, working his fingers gently over that moist place that throbbed…he hit the spot that needed stroking as if it were a switch and her legs widened of their own will.

Lena’s head dug back into the mattress with her eyes rolling back from the feel of his masterful fingers playing in her wet folds. Manny rubbed and stroked her in a rhythm meant to make her crazy. As soon as her hips started rolling and rotating he went down all the way. Keeping his hand there as her legs widened even more, she couldn’t stop herself. A tightness was building that demanded she open wider. Knowing that, he stroked more until his mouth and tongue replaced his hand. Shocked Lena catapulted upward gasping, but it was too late to stop him. Her restless body flinched and jerked, moving and gyrating at him. He clamped his hands around her thighs and hips as he buried his face while probing her with his tongue.

Lena lost control, as her vision went white; her head starting shaking madly. A coil so deep and tight wrapped around her, firing a sensation so keen, explosion! She erupted, her scream at the top of her lungs as her lower body convulsed into soul shattering spasms. Jerking and quivering till she was crying for it to stop. But he drank of her as if a man desperately needing to quench his thirst. Until head shaking and whimpering in panting mews, she began pushing his head away - too sensitive to be touched further. Climbing back up her climaxing, sensitive body, he kissed all the way up remaining between her legs where his erection met up with her throbbing womanhood, wet, swollen and sensitive, ready for his penetration. Due to the heightened sensitivity, Lena whimpered when she felt him there, positioning the dull hardness at her entrance. Her ears were ringing, and the bed was spinning as he pinned her in place with his triceps to her shoulders, his hands gripping the very columns she’d released. Looking into her eyes, his back arched as he sought entry…he could feel the snug tightness not wanting to give…and knew he was going to have to force himself through.

Lena’s eyes widened as the pain and burning began with him forcefully stretching her to accommodate his size. The squeezing of her around him sent his senses reeling, despite the discomfort to his groin, he reached down relieving the pressure from him to aid in the penetration, digging his toes into the mattress for leverage he shoved his hard length forward.

“
No! Stop! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!” She cried, but he had already pushed within, tearing her hymen, opening her as he went deeper, his thick width embedded deep. Lena felt she was stretched to the limit as she ached and throbbed around him, feeling full to the limit.

“Shhh - shhh - shhh… relax, just…relax-…” He coaxed trying to keep control of himself and not move to give her adjustment time; kissing her gently, stroking and soothing her as he held himself still within.

“It does not fit! It is hurting me! You are hurting me!”

"Oh Lena, please…don’t make me stop now, I can’t…I can’t stop now.” He groaned then sunk a bit deeper still, making her cry out, gasping, she tried to back away from him, but could not, he had her pinned in place, the motion stirred him anew, making him withdraw. Tears came to her eyes, certain that he was not meant to enter her body. Unable to hold himself back anymore he groaned kissing her, whispering, “I have to move…I have to.” At first slowly, gently…but the passion and force built within him overruled; and he began thrusting more forcefully as Lena gasped and cried to endure him.

Her nether place, swollen and sore, burned feeling every pull of his thickness and push to re-enter, the next more demanding than the last. The discomfort made it seem as if he took forever, battering her over and over, powerful thrusts that made her squeal and whimper it hurt so. Just when she thought she could take no more, she felt him swelling even more before he delivered the most vigorous thrusts of all, shoving her up into his triceps, her head shaking from his deep penetrations. His pelvic, his groin, slammed against her bottom, moving faster and faster with his mighty rod,
“Oh my God!”
She cried out, shaking her head. She heard him then, groaning, grunting as he pushed deep and held one final time stiffening as he climaxed, his deep voice growling loud as if an animal with the pleasure of his release. He shuddered and convulsed above her, then collapsed there breathing heavy out of breath. Slowly he withdrew and fell over on his side of the bed, pulling her gently into his side, encircling her within his arms. Finally he opened his eyes, looking down into her face that she tried to avert.