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“Well, we’ve already had our tongues crammed down each other’s throats, so talking before we get too far ahead of ourselves would be the wiser path.” Wow, did that come from me? Insert internal pat on the back for that mature response.
We move to the living room which is decorated much as his room is color wise. Black leather sofa, matching loveseat and chair. There’s also an ottoman that serves as a coffee table and a huge TV mounted above the gas fireplace with surround sound speakers in the ceiling.
We sit at opposite ends of the couch, neither saying anything for a few moments. He’s the first to break the awkward silence. “Do you want to watch a movie?”
I have so many unanswered questions. “I would rather talk, starting with, where have you been since seventh grade?”
“You would be amazed. I’ve traveled extensively with my parents and visited numerous countries. After they switched me from public school to home schooling, I actually graduated early. I was fifteen when I received my high school diploma.”
“Wow, that’s quite impressive.” We’re the same age, he has a house and I’m assuming a good job to pay for it. Yet here I am, unable to do something as simple as choose a college. Well, that kicks my inferiority complex up several notches. His life is far more interesting than mine. “What countries have you been to?”
“Spain, Italy, France, Bulgaria, and India to name a few,” he ticks them off one by one.
“I’ve never been out of the US. Which was your favorite?” With each country he mentioned, I mentally pinpointed them on the map and noted which were on my bucketlist.
“Italy, Tuscany to be more specific. The land is beautiful, the sights are amazing, and the people are warm and welcoming. It’s a country I could see myself living in.” He stares off as though he’s recalling that very trip.
“You are an only child, right?” I ask.
“Yes.”
Well, at least we have one thing in common.
“What do your parents do for a living?”
“They’re elders on the council,” David says, staring intently at me as though he’s eagerly awaiting my reply.
I wrack my brain for the word elder and what it is associated with when it hits me. “Oh, like at your church?”
“Well, not exactly a church so to speak, but something similar.” His responses are vague, leading me to wonder what he’s hiding.
“Do they still live in Michigan?” How great would it be to visit and maybe drive through the old neighborhood. Whoa, don’t get too far ahead of yourself, Jess.
“They own houses in many places, but spend most of their time in Bulgaria.” His replies are almost coming through like he expects me to read between the invisible lines. What am I missing here?
“I thought church work didn’t pay well?”
He snickers. “It really isn’t a church, Jess.” Before I can say anything else, he continues, “I’m sort of a, um, a prince. It’s expected that I carry on the ancestral legacy and rule from our council seat in Bulgaria.”
Whoa, whoa, whoa, did he call himself a prince? Don’t they usually have like, entire countries that they rule and live in castles with moats?
The air between us charges and when our eyes meet that’s it. Lips locked, hands roaming. Unrestrained impulsiveness has led us to this point and there’s no turning back now.
His right hand grips the back of my neck, firmly holding me in place while his left slides up the bottom of my shirt. My hands are all over him, proving just how inept I am at this. I’m all but ripping the buttons off his shirt to get to the skin beneath. His belt proves no match for me as I unbuckle and slide it out like a pro.
At this point my clothes are already lying in a pile on the floor, though I have no clue how they got there nor do I really care at this point. I just want skin on skin.
His tongue lavishes my breasts, consuming my nipples. Who knew I had a nipple play fetish? I’m learning so much about myself tonight. “Oh, god,” I moan as his finger slides inside. I’m so fucking wet, he’s met with no resistance when a second joins in.
Wrapping my hand around his cock, I stroke in tune with his fingers inside me. If only I was doing it right. If his moans are any indication, I’m on the right path.
“Jess, Jess,” David pants. “ Fuck, I’m gonna come.”
Faster, I stroke, riding his fingers as I know I’ll someday do the same to his cock, chasing my orgasm.
I throw my head back. “Ah, Ah,” I moan, every inch of my body is on fire.
“Fuck!” David groans as his cock throbs and warm come spills over onto my hand.
