Sleeping Beauty (Erotic Fairy Tales) (2 page)

He pulled away from her, not wanting to finish in her hand. She was boneless on the bed, the orgasm making her body twitch every few moments. He gathered her up and crawled on his knees until her back was pressed against the wall at the head of the bed. Her legs were open for him, draped lazily around his hips as he held her up under her thighs, using the wall to help him. He guided his swollen cock to her wet and throbbing pussy. When he pressed inside of her she cried out, her body bucking between him and the wall as another, smaller orgasm rolled through her body, making her giggle with delight, squirming against him, helping him slide his cock inside of her.

Once sheathed inside of her, he hesitated, his eyes closed and his head dropped back again, enjoying the feeling of her swollen, thick walls gripping him. It was almost enough to bring him, almost.

The Prince began to slide in and out of her, pumping his hips back and forth, slowly, letting Rosamond gather herself because he wanted her to enjoy the ride as much as he was going to. Soon Rosamond blinked, clearing her sight until she could look at him and he knew she was fully with him then.

She slid her fingers into his rich, black hair and gripped hard, pulling. He slammed his cock inside of her and she pulled harder, arching her back against the wall, pushing herself on him and him deeper into her. He fucked her roughly now that she was ready for it, the head of his cock finding the end of her, making her scream for him, begging for more.

He pulled against her hands so that he could dip his head forward and take one of her nipples into his mouth, suckling at her breast, flicking his tongue over her hard nipple just as he had done to her clit. He felt her swelling around him again and he wanted to feel her cum over his cock just as she had done to his fingers. He sucked hard, pounded deeper, faster and faster until her screams filled the room and she pulled on his hair hard enough to break his hold on her breast and he felt her cum over his cock just as he wanted and when she spasmed around his cock, gripping him tighter than her hand had, the orgasm ripped through him and he came inside of her.

They fell in a tangle of limbs on the bed, wrapped around each other. Rosamond’s eyes fell closed and she could feel the fingers of sleep pulling at her. She felt her sweet Prince shifting next to her as he moved to kiss her. His lips were warm and soft against hers. When her eyes fluttered open, her vision was blurry but as the room came into focus she could see her Prince bent over her. He looked just as he had when he vaulted through the window and she realized he was fully dressed, and so was she. Their bodies weren’t coated in sweat from their lovemaking and their hair wasn’t tousled with their efforts, the bed wasn’t in disarray. It was all as it was before she watched him come through the window.

It had all been a dream, but a dream about her one true love. She sat up slowly, reaching out her hand to caress his cheek, up to his rich black hair and he smiled down at her, leaning into her hand.

And with true love’s first kiss the spell was broken and one by one, every member of the palace woke. The King and Queen made their way out of the stables just as the last of the brambles of the thistle and thorns were crumbling and dying away. The Prince helped Rosamond from the bed and led her by the hand down the winding staircase and into the throne room to see her parents.

And so the Prince and the Princess lived happily ever after, one hundred years after the Princess had pricked her finger on the thirteenth wise woman’s spindle.