I look up at her.  Her eyes are closed, her head tilted back, her breasts moving with each breath she takes.  She looks like perfection.  “I missed this pussy,” I say, stroking her gently, feeling her body respond to every movement I make.

I kiss her abdomen, running my hand over her skin, trying to memorize the surface of her.  “I missed this stomach.”

She makes a little whimpering sound, half a moan and half as if she’s trying to say my name, but I don’t stop.  I run my palm up farther, caressing her breasts with my hand, watching her nipples harden underneath my fingertips.

“I missed these breasts,” I say.

“Albie,” she whispers.

“And I missed this ass,” I tell her, gripping a handful of her cheek, my fingers pushing against the plug, and she moans, the sound coming from low in her throat.

“Albie, you’re going to make me…” Her voice trails off, but even if it hadn’t, I wouldn’t let her finish.

“No,” I say.  “You’re not getting off that easily.”

Belle whines, biting the edge of her lip as she looks down at me.  Her pussy throbs around me, and I know she’s close.  “Please?”

She knows begging is my weakness.  There's nothing on earth as fantastic as hearing Belle woman beg.  “Please what?”

“Please make me come, Albie,” she says, her voice breathy.

“I don't think so, luv.  Not yet."

"Please."

There she goes with the please again.

I slip my fingers from her.  "I don't want you to come that way, luv," I tell her.  "I want you to come on my cock, the way I haven't been able to stop thinking about."

On the bed, I pull her down on top of me.  When she slides onto my cock, it's pure heaven.  "You're so wet and ready for me," I say, my hands traveling across her waist, gripping her hips as she rocks slowly on me, the way I know she likes.

But she doesn't need time to warm up.  She only rides me slowly for a few minutes, before she's gathering momentum, her head lolling back and her breasts bouncing in the air as she fucks me at her pace.

I love the fact that she's taking control, taking her pleasure from my cock as she rides me.  I love the fact that she loses herself, closes her eyes and then opens them abruptly, needing to look at me.

And I can't get over the fact that she's fucking me, with that bright pink pony tail sticking out of her ass.

It's almost enough to make me laugh, except for the fact that she's so damn sexy doing it that I couldn't laugh if I tried.

Instead, I lose myself in her, in the sounds of her moans as she rides me, in the silky smoothness of her skin under my fingertips.

In the sensation of that damn pony tail swishing against my leg as she moves.

"Fuck, Albie," she says, her hands stroking my balls as she rides me.

And then even that hot pink tail isn’t funny anymore.  "Do you feel that, luv?  How ready I am for you?" I ask, my voice tight as her touch sends waves of heat rushing through my body.

"Oh God, yes," she gasps.  "I want to feel you come inside me, Albie.  I want all of you in me."

"Not yet, luv," I say, my voice strained.  "I want to feel you come on me first."

She looks at me with heavy eyes, desire contorting her features as she grinds against me.  "Can I?"

"Tell me how good it feels to be riding my cock again," I order.

She moans.  "I missed your cock," she says.  "I felt empty without you."

"Tell me how good it feels with this inside you," I say, sliding my hand around to press the plug against her ass.

Belle groans, grinding her clit against me harder, losing her rhythm as she rides me, her movements no longer controlled but erratic.  "It feels so good to be filled up," she says, her words punctuated by short gasps for breath.

"Your pussy is so swollen and wet," I say softly.  "I can tell you want to come, my love."

"Please," she whimpers.

"Come with me."

She throws her head back, saying she loves me and crying out my name as she comes with a vengeance.  The moment her orgasm begins to rip through her body, it triggers mine.  My balls clench and I let go.

CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

Belle

I lay on my side, my head tucked into the crook of Albie's arm, the way I've gotten comfortable, my finger tracing lazy circles on his chest.  "Can we stay like this forever?" I ask.

"Hole up in this hotel and live on room service?" Albie asks.  "I think that can be arranged."

"It's like your own private kingdom."

"I’ll be the master of my hotel room," Albie says.

"Is your father going to disown you?" I ask.

Albie pushes my hair away from my forehead, his touch gentle.  "No," he says.  "He asked if I loved you, you know.  I went to tell him and your mother, before I left."

"Did he flip out?" I ask.

And the better question: Did my mother flip out?

"He doesn't know we're here exactly," Albie says, chuckling.  "But he asked if I was in love with you and I said yes."

"That’s it?”

"He said he was young and headstrong and stubborn once, too," Albie says.

"When he was with your mother.”

"It was his way of giving us his blessing."

"You know that my mother is not going to give us her blessing," I note.

"No more talk about our parents or tabloids or scandal or the paparazzi standing outside the hotel downstairs or –"

"There are photographers outside?" I squeal.

"We just caused a rather large scandal, you know,” he says, tilting my chin up to bring my lips to his.

Then I don’t care about the scandal.  I don’t care what his father or my mother think.

I don’t care that he’s royalty.

I only care about this moment with him.

Albie rolls me over, pinning me underneath him, his hands pulling mine over my head.  “No more talk,” he says, pressing his hardness against my leg.  “Unless it’s you telling me you’re mine.”

“I am,” I whisper.  “I’m yours.”

He kisses me with bruising intensity, his tongue finding mine.  He kisses me like he possesses me.  He kisses me like he owns me.

And I like it.

I want to be his.

Pinning my hands over my head with one hand, he uses the other to roam my body, marking me with his touch.  The heat from his palm flows through my skin, sending pleasure through my body to my core.

“All of you, Belle,” he whispers, turning me over onto my stomach before I even know what he’s doing.  His hand runs down my back and over my rear, and I know what he’s doing.

The anticipation of it makes me wet.

Every cell in my body feels awake, on edge, with the knowledge of how exactly he wants to claim me.

He palms my ass cheek, before pulling back his hand and returning it to my rear with a loud smack.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“I want you on your knees, Belle,” he says, bringing his hand down on my ass cheek again.  The slap brings tears to my eyes, but only for a moment before I rise to my hands and knees and his fingers find their way between my legs.  “You’re so fucking wet again.  You love being spanked, don’t you?”

“Yes.”  I barely choke out the word, but not because I’m in pain.  It’s because I’m so aroused.  And the thought of having his cock in my ass again, of giving myself to him in every way including that one, only makes it more intense.

“Do you trust me, luv?” he asks, his fingers stroking my pussy lips but not entering me, only teasing me.