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"Come on, let me get you out of here," he lifts me, his manhood sliding out of me, it’s absence leaving me empty and in need. We both stand together, helping each other as we carefully make it through the bathroom, holding onto counters to avoid falling on the slippery floor.
House keeping will have a fun time cleaning that place up. It’s such a change to not worry about messes like I used to. Thomas always tells me it's someone else’s problem, but that is all new to me. Everything in me says I need to go get a mop, but instead I walk into the walk in closet, draped in Thomas’ arms as he nibbles at my shoulders.
Opening my drawers, which Thomas cleared for me the day I moved in, excited to make this a home for the two of us. And as different as it is, this place does feel like home, although I bet any place with Thomas would have that effect on me.
Slipping on a silk nightgown, I pull my hair into a top bun, and walk into Thomas closet, which connects to mine, but he’s gone. Making my way into the bedroom, I see him on the phone; he looks up and smiles at my appearance before covering the phone to turn to me.
"Are you hungry?" he asks and I scrunch my nose contemplating his question before deciding I am.
Although we’d left the dinner only a few hours ago, it was very fancy and half of the courses were so small I barely got full. My stomach growls as if trying to tell me how to answer, and Thomas smiles before returning to the call.
"Yes, let’s have two lobster and steak meals… Garlic mashed potatoes are fine… And asparagus… Yes… No… Of course. Also, bring strawberries and champagne. Good. Thank you," he finishes and hangs up the phone before turning to me.
"Lobster and steak?" I ask in bewilderment. That’s such a huge meal, and much to ask someone to make in the middle of the night.
"Do you want something else?" he panics, reaching for the phone as I make my way toward him.
"No, silly," I begin, placing my hand over his to stop him from dialing anyone. "That’s a lot to ask in the middle of the night, don’t you think?"
"Nicole, you have to stop worrying about that," he chuckles softly, lifting his hand to move a few stray hairs from my face before continuing, "you’re gonna have to get used to this, you know?"
His questions like this always leave me feeling a mix of emotions. It’s like he’s insinuating our future here together, but it’s just too much of a fairy tale for me to even consider. My mind is constantly warning me not to go too far off the deep end with possibilities of a life of luxury with the man that I love, but it’s hard not to dream when my reality is so unbelievable.
"This is a dream life. You’re my dream man," I whisper, looking up into his eyes.
"I’ve never felt that way about any of this until I had you to share it with," he pulls me close to him, and the wind catches in my throat, preventing me from responding to his continuing romance.
Dinner arrives a little while later, and we eat at the small dining area in the living room. It’s remarkable how a child could have his own quarters, as this is the room he was raised in. To him it’s quite ordinary, the ornate décor and custom artwork scattered across his walls, but to me it's nothing short of remarkable.
"Why did you ever leave?" I ask as we finish our meal.
"Leave home?" he asks.
"Yeah. Your country is so beautiful, the people so nice. Everything is laid out for you, I don’t understand why you’d ever want to go anywhere else," I reason.
His lips twist as his brows move to together, and I’m sure he’s thinking deeply. He first looks up to the ceiling, and then looks back at me. A shadow of a smile crosses his face as his eyes sparkle, and I feel myself melting just from his glare.
"I always felt like there was something out there for me. Something I couldn’t get from inside this palace, or Elanda altogether. I wanted to go find out what it was, but in school and just living in New York I never seemed to encounter whatever it was. I feel like I was searching for a while and then I quit in frustration. I just began to resent the mystery, and so I was reckless, living wild," he begins, referring to his playboy past.
"And then what? What changed?" I take a sip of my drink, looking up to him with curious eyes.
"You," he says flatly and my heart flutters.
"Oh, Thomas," I cover my mouth, bashfulness sweeping over me.
"I’m serious, Nicole," he extends his arm across the table and I place my petite hand into his strong grasp.
"I was living with no purpose, no passion, just existing. Sometimes I felt like a prisoner to my title, it was daunting. Now, I’m grateful to have it because I can shower you with everything you deserve. You were what was waiting for me. I traveled across the world to find you."
Words won’t do my feelings any justice, so I quickly jump from my seat, racing into his lap as
our lips crash against each other. There’s so much urgency and passion between us, and it all pours out into our embrace, my fingers rushing to his hair as he yanks at my bun until my hair spills down to my shoulders.
Standing, he lifts me with ease, our kiss never pausing as he makes his way to the bedroom, lowering me gently onto the four-poster bed. Backing away, he looks down at my body with hunger and desire pools between my legs watching him pull his shirt over his head with one hand.
Crawling on to me naked, his ten inches of manhood press against my body while he kisses my neck, and then moves down to my breasts, tugging at the soft silk to free my body. With his tongue circling my nipple, my back arches, my arousal growing.
Moving quickly, he lowers between my legs, inching my nightgown up to taste my sex. Gasping loudly as he runs the flat of his tongue down my slick opening, I feel my body overheat. I am so affected by him; it often leaves me in shock. The slightest touch can send me into overdrive, and when he slides his tongue inside of me, I shriek with overwhelming satisfaction. He feels incredible, and has always been able to drive me up a wall with the way he pleases me with his tongue. You’d think I was his favorite meal the way he devours me with his mouth.
