Sleeping Beauty - A Bedtime Story NC-17

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Sleeping Beauty - A Bedtime Story NC-17

Beauty had had a hard day. Between the demands of her children, her castle and her own high expectations, she was tired. And, she was missing her Prince. He was away, and while they had been exchanging emails, texts and naked pics, she missed his arms around her, holding her. She missed the feel of his hands on her body and his tongue in her mouth. Her body missed his, and he wasn't due to return for another two days. She was not happy.

It was the end of the day. She'd put her kids to bed and cleaned up the kitchen for the night. It was hot, it was sticky, and the air conditioners still hadn't been put in the windows. She decided she'd take a shower.

Gathering her most favorite shower things, she stepped into her bathroom. The soft blues and greens were meant to sooth and comfort, but she knew it would take more than paint and decorations to calm her tonight. She undressed and decided, for once, not to look into the mirror. She knew what she'd see, and she was too tired to be critical. She turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. Setting her things on the edge of the tub, she turned off the overhead light, leaving on only the light above the vanity so that a soft glow was cast about the room.

She stepped into the tub and drew the curtain. She adjusted the spray so the cool water ran over her hair and down her back before reaching for her favorite shampoo, the one that smelled lightly of tropical flowers. She lathered and rinsed, then grabbed the bottle conditioner, for Beauty knew she'd never run a comb through her hair otherwise. Her hair was baby fine and tangled and knotted easily. She loved the way her hair felt as she rinsed the conditioner away, incredibly soft and smooth.

She turned to let the water course down the front of her body, now. Arching her neck under the spray, the water running down her body was delightfully cool. She lifted her breasts to the water, enjoying the way her nipples hardened under the spray. She pushed them together, thinking of Prince standing behind her with his erection pressed into her back, cupping her breasts then kneading them gently, rolling the nipples in his fingers, tugging and tweaking them. She closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the sensations.

Soon, she was reaching for her shower gel and pouring a generous amount onto the bath sponge, making bubbles to spread across her skin. She breathed in - coconut, her favorite summer scent. The bubbles caressed her body as she ran the sponge across her shoulders and down her arms, over her breasts and down her ribs. She lifted her leg to the side of the tub, the sponge and her hand glided the soap over her shin. She needn't shave. She'd waxed most thoroughly the night before, so she was smooth and soft. Her fingers ran over her feet, her toenails a bright crimson, and traveled up the back of her leg and inner thigh. She changed legs and repeated her motions.

Squeezing more gel into her sponge, she raised her arms behind her head and squeezed, feeling the lather fall onto her shoulders. As much as she could reach, she washed her back, knowing if Prince were home, he'd be washing her back right now. She ran the sponge and her hand over her bottom, letting her fingers delve between her cheeks, spreading herself slightly.

She began washing herself intimately. Squeezing gel into her hands, she quickly raised bubbles in the palm of her hand and ran them over her pussy, washing herself, rubbing herself. She enjoyed feeling her smooth skin beneath her hand. She giggled at the sensation of the soft bubbles gliding over her. Her fingertip grazed her clit, and she eyed the rest of the things she'd brought with her into the shower, wandering if she'd go so far as using the vibrator she'd brought with her.

She thought not. For as delicious the sensations were coursing through her, she was tired and wanted to lie down in her bed, so she let her fingers roam for a few moments longer, then proceeded to rinse, her mind wandering back to the last night she and Prince were together.

By the time she stepped from the shower and was grabbing a fluffy bath sheet to pat herself dry, she was regretting not putting her toys to use. She smiled, knowing she'd have the opportunity once she reached her bedroom. She quickly blotted her skin, then reached for her lotion. She loved the feeling of drying naturally in the warm air. She quickly dawned her green nightie, ran a comb through her damp hair, and gathered her things to return to her bedroom.

Mercifully, there was a breeze tonight. After putting her things away, she drew down the comforter and top sheet and crawled into bed. In the dark, lying in front of the opened window, a breeze drifted over her skin, raising bumps along her still-damp skin and producing a delightful shiver. She sat up and took off her nightie, wondering why she'd even put it on. She laid back down, her head cradled in the soft feather pillows.

She brought her hands to her breasts and let her fingertips graze across her soft skin. Running her fingernails lightly over her nipples produced an electric shot in her clit, instantly warming her pussy. She caressed the delicate undersides of her globes, imagining Prince doing the same, playing with her. Soon her hands drifted down her abdomen, tickling the soft flesh as they strayed towards her hot center. She delayed touching herself, knowing if her man were beside her in the bed, he would slowly bring her to pleasure, building the heat and the want until she was begging him to finish her.

When she could wait no longer, she slid her fingers through her folds, from her clit to her opening, caressing the hot, wet flesh. She lifted her hips off the bed, meeting her hand. She wasted no time in finding a rhythm; her two fingers circled her clit before running down to dip into her pussy, there thrusting gently once, twice, before retreating and sliding back to her clit. It wasn't long until she was moving her hips in time with her hand, her mind awash of images of her lover above her, staring into her eyes as he slid inside her, filling her, completing her.

She came, shuddering, his name on her lips. Her hands stilled inside her, her wet walls clutching her. Soon, her heartbeats slowed, and she was breathing normally once again. She removed her fingers and brought them to her mouth, her delicate tongue lapping at her fingers, tasting herself. She slid her fingers in her mouth and imagined it was her lover's cock she was cleaning, taking as much of him as she could into that wet cavern. She sighed and turned, groping in the darkness for her nightie. She redressed languidly and slumped back into bed, satisfied for the moment but still longing for more. She rolled to her side, away from the side her man usually occupied, and drifted off to sleep.

She was in the middle of a delicious dream. He was there, behind her, in her bed. Slipping his leg between hers as she lay on her side, wrapping a heavy arm around her, tugging her against him. She felt his breath on her neck, and his lips on her skin, tasting her. His lips made their way to her shoulder, and she felt fingertips moving the nightie out of the path of his mouth. A hand encompassed her breast, letting it filling his hand. Her nipple ruched into his palm, and he teased it further, tugging and twisting, starting a slow burn in her pussy.

She wiggled, trying to find a bit of comfort and felt his heavy erection against the back of her leg. She stiffened, realizing this was not a dream, and she was not alone. He felt her tense and murmured, "it's me" into her skin. She would have turned in his arms, had he not stopped her.

"No," he commanded in a low voice, "stay like you are." Reaching down, he slowly pulled her nightie up her body until it was gathered above her waist. He ran his hand down the plane of her belly and reached between her legs, finding her wet and ready for him. With a hand on her hips to hold her still, he entered her from behind, sliding his cock into the slick heat of her cunt. She would have thrust back to meet him, had his hand not prevented it. He held her still while he took his pleasure, and she gasped at his long strokes, feeling his glans touch her cervix, bringing forth a low moan from the back of her throat.

He quickened his pace, harder and sharper, and since she could not thrust back to meet him, she leaned forward, opening herself further to him, increasing the angle so that he continuously hit that soft area deep inside her where she felt her orgasm begin.

The only sounds in the room were the slapping of flesh against flesh, moist with the wetness of her pussy and the damp sheen of sweat. His movements became erratic as he approached his climax. His fingers found her clit, and he rubbed in an endless circle, knowing just how much pressure to use and how fast to move to guarantee that she reach her peak close to his own.

He felt the beginnings of her release, her walls clenching unbelievably tight around him, before she began shuddering around him. He lost control, pumping forcefully into her, sharp and deep until he too was shuddering in release, his seed spurting deep within her. Beauty reached down to cover his hand with hers, stilling his movements over her oversensitive clit. They lay for long moments, catching their breaths and licking their lips.

She straightened in his arms, her head coming to rest on the pillow next to his. She turned, and they kissed, slowly, languidly.

"You're home early," she whispered huskily.

"Wanted to surprise you," he responded lazily. "Get some rest, Sleeping Beauty, you're going to need it."