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@theprinceismet-blog
He’s Back!!!
Aislin giggled, shifting out of the way of his hands. “You could, but then you wouldn’t get to kiss me. So tell me, Oh Mighty Prince, which would you rather do? Kiss me, or tickle me?”
“But why do I have to choose?” Ismet whined, wrapped a hand around the nape of Sin’s neck, pulling her down to him. He nipped her upper lip, meanwhile moving his free hand to tickle her stomach once again.
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Aislin screeched as she laughed, his fingers digging into her stomach making her cackle and convulse. “Please, please baby!” She tried to speak in between laughs but could barely get a word out. “I can’t breathe!!” She howled in laughter, trying to curl into herself to protect her belly, but he wouldn’t let her. When he got close enough she licked up the side of his face, causing him to let go of one of her hands to wipe his face and she was able to push him off her and land on top of him. “Hah. I win!” She stuck her tongue out at him, triumphant.
Ismet shook his head and stuck his tongue out in a lazy manner. “I could still get you, you know.” He drawled, reaching up to tickle her again.
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Aislin giggled as he kissed down her stomach, a giddy smile on her face. “Ismet! Stop that tickles!” She squealed, laughing as he began kissing and nipping at her with the purpose to tickle her. She pushed at his head, laughing as he wrapped his arms around her to keep her in place. “Mercy! Mercy! It tickles!!!”
Ismet smiled into her stomach, laughing with her. He brought his lips together and blew them the noise coming out muffled. It wasn’t long before he lifted his head forcefully, using his hands to move hers away. He turned so he straddled her, his knees holding him up on the bed at the height he otherwise would have been should he be standing on the floor. He brought his fingers back to her stomach slowly, suddenly serious. After a quiet second he grinned and dabbled her erratically.
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The girl relaxed against him, finally feeling at peace. She took a deep breath in, relishing in his scent of musk, peppermint and his cologne. Aislin hummed appreciatively as he took down her braid and finger combed through her hair. She absentmindedly trailed her finger tips up and down his side, pressing soft kisses to his neck. “So how was India? Was your work successful?”
He set her bobby pins and ponytail aside. He had no desire to get up and move them to a spot where they wouldn’t get lost. Aislin was on top of him and to finally feel her weight after six weeks felt like home.
When she started kissing his neck he moaned softly, bringing his fingers to trace her bare back soothingly. His gaze rested on the ceiling. “It was busy. Still enough time to miss you...”
At this, he turned her onto her back and pressed his lips to hers lovingly. He pulled away after a few seconds and moved down to press a trail of kisses down her neck, breasts, and stomach.
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Aislin grinned, kissing him back with as much fervor, wrapping her arms around his neck and pushing at him, urging him to lay on his back. She whimpered as he slid out of her, and she climbed on top of him, hugging him close to her, clinging like a spider monkey. “I love you too.” She whispered, pressing kisses to his neck and face, her body feeling relaxed and properly sated for the first time in weeks
Ismet followed Sin’s silent command, letting out a groan when he withdrew himself from her. The cold was uncomfortable compared to the heat of her sex. He wanted back in her and immediately. His hand moved to pull at her braid; he began to hum a rhyme he’d learned while away as he attempted to undo her braid.
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Aislin whimpered, nipping along his neck as she came down from her high. She nipped at his earlobe, whispering huskily. “Come inside me, Ismet. Claim me.” She pressed a kiss to his jaw, purposefully clenching her vaginal walls down on him. “Cum for me, baby.”
“I’m cumming, I’m cumming...” Ismet let out a ragged moan as he felt his seed spurt out inside her. He didn’t stopping thrusting until after his high started to fade. When he stopped, he lifted his head to look at Sin. “I love you, baby.” He kissed her deeply.
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Her thighs began to shake, tightening around his hips, the first sign she was reaching her peak. She let out a breathless sob as she came, her nails digging into his shoulders, raking them down his back as her spine arched into him, her entire body freezing as her mouth fell open in a silent scream.
If it was even possible for Ismet to push into her harder he did that. He wanted to go as deep inside her as he possibly could. He could feel Sin’s nails digging into her flesh; he welcomed the pain for the pleasure was even more powerful. His mouth fell open as he was right on the edge just about to cum. “Ah, Sin. I’m going to cum!”
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The girl’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, his cock stretching and filling her for the first time in weeks. It burned, the pain mixing with pleasure… It had been too long, she’d tightened back up in his absence. She rolled her hips, pulling him in deeper, a cry leaving her lips. “Oh god, baby…. So good.”
He could feel the tightness of her vagina and it liberated him knowing that he could fill her up. He thrust into her harder each time than the last; at the same time he moved faster, urging them to find their release sooner. He missed her so much, it felt so good to be inside her. Barrying his head in her neck he whimpered and moaned. He pressed his fore and middle finger against her clit, moving them in circles.
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Aislin whined as he pulled away, already missing his weight against her. She arched her back, helping him pull off her dress, reaching behind her to undo the clasp of her bra, letting it fall off her shoulders. She reached towards him, unbuckling his belt and pants, urgently pushing them down his thighs. “Faster…. I need you..” She muttered, almost to herself, her brow narrowed in determination as she undressed him.
Ismet moved his fingers as fast as could, trying to undress them both. He kicked off his shoes and helping Aislin slid his pants off. When they were off he guided his hard cock to her entrance. He groaned, moaning loudly at her touch. “Ah, fuck!”
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She whimpered. He was everywhere. Pressed against the wall, she could do nothing but feel him, breathe him in, and want. She let out a whine as he pressed himself closer, her hands fumbling to slide underneath his white Oxford shirt. She smoothed her hands along his warm, taut chest, her breathing coming out in short pants. “I missed you more.” She vowed, wondering how she had survived six entire weeks without her man. “Take me to bed. Please?”
Ismet moaned when he felt her hands on his flesh. It turned him on even more, if that was even possible. A laugh escaped him as he blindly pulled them away from the wall. He set her on the bed, his hands going to the buttons that still needed undoing. He arched over her, his lips close to hers. “I want you. I need you.” He spoke huskily. He pulled his arms out of his shirt, discarding it on the floor. His fingers moved to take her dress off.
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The girl giggled as he all but sprinted them towards his rooms, and she felt like she could finally breathe when the doors closed, shutting out the outside world. She leapt at him, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, clinging to him in a tight hug. “It doesn’t seem real.” She murmured, pressing kisses to his neck. “That you’re home with me.”
“It doesn’t?” Ismet’s breath was ragged as he moved to get her dress far enough up. He breathed in her scent, relishing in the warmth that she was giving him. “Being away felt unreal.” Over her shoulder he noted that the door was closed and he turned to press her back to the wall. His hands moved to grope her ass. He dug his head into her so he could reach her lips. “God, I missed you so fucking much.”
He’s Back!!!
Aislin’s hands slid up from his chest to his neck, her thumbs brushing across his cheeks as her fingers gently scratched the nape of his neck soothingly. “I love you, with everything that I am. And I cannot wait to be your wife… your Princess…. someday.” She whispered, pressing her forehead to his, her eyes fluttering shut as a soft smile graced her lips. “And when that day comes, I want it to be the happiest day of our lives. Not filled with stress and worry about your family and kingdom.” She pressed a soft kiss to his lips, smiling into it. “I missed you so much… I missed sleeping in our bed, and I missed you holding me…” She trailed off, burying her face into his neck. “I missed you.”
The prince allowed Sin to press her forehead against his and even returned her kiss, but he did not smile into it. He rested a gentle hand on her arm as his paranoia continued to boil in him. He was afraid that he’d ruined this moment even if she didn’t seem upset at all.
His moment of insecurity ended as he pulled away from her, grabbing her hand in his. With a pull in the direction they’d been headed in he began to walk quickly, suddenly in a rush to get to their rooms. Just before they reached another busy sector he pulled her close pressing another kiss to her forehead, he released his hold on her.
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Aislin felt her heart swell, feeling her extremities warm at his words. She knew he loved her, she truly did, but they could not begin their lives this way. A few hushed words in a dark hallway. “Ismet, I do not want to be introduced to your family as your illicit fiancé.” She explained, stepping closer to fist his shirt in her hands, hoping she was conveying her point correctly. “We haven’t ever been on a proper date in public… we can’t…. we cannot get engaged right this minute.” She implored him, praying he was truly listening. “I love you…. so much… more than I can fully understand…. and I promise you, this is not a no…. it is a not right now. Please?”
Ismet knew he was losing this battle. Even if Sin did love him, she was in the right mindset to bring him back a few steps. No matter how much it annoyed him he knew she was right. It didn’t mean that his heart didn’t ache; he wanted her and he wanted her to know that she had him.
He clenched his jaw for a brief moment, nodding his head finally at the end of sigh. He closed his eyes in a slow blink. “I guess...” A thumb moved to scratch his forehead before joining the rest of his fingers in undoing his bun, the ponytail holder sliding onto his wrist. Ismet pressed a kiss to her forehead, “I’m still going to make you my princess”. He whispered.
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He was home. He was in her arms, and he was kissing her. She sighed as she let her arms wrap around his neck, a smile on her lips as she kissed her prince. He broke away and whispered three words she’d longed to hear for months, but they did not leave her in bliss.
Aislin froze, her mouth falling slack. She broke away from his kiss, taking a small step away to study his face. “Ismet… you don’t mean that.” She insisted, a small frown on her face, wanting nothing more than to say yes, but knowing this was not the right time to do so. “You’ve missed me, and I missed you… and you know this is not the proper time for this.” She reasoned, her head spinning as she tried to calm her heartrate.
Oooohhh.... Shit.... Ismet hadn't fully realized his words until he the gap between them widened. He felt hopeless now, far away from her--farther away than he'd been for six weeks. He stared at her for a few seconds, thinking. He had to get them out of this, yet he didn't want to. They'd been in love for the past few years, he couldn't see a future without her. But even that was limited, he'd never truly thought about marrying her, they'd never crossed that bridge until now.
"But what if it is the right time? Sin, I LOVE you. So. Much. I don't ever want to leave you again if I can help it."
He’s Back!!!
SHe followed dutifully behind him, and she felt silly, feeling her cheeks flush and licking her lips to wet them at the sight of his back, now that she no longer had to look at the floor. His hair was pulled back into a bun, as always, and she wanted to pull it free and fist her hands in it, relish in the scent of his shampoo, cologne and aftershave.
She was surprised when he suddenly stopped and she ran into his chest with a muted thud. “Opmph!” She squeaked as he pulled her to him, feeling her back against the corridor wall. She was about to protest, about to remind him exactly where they were, where anyone could see them, but then his lips were on hers.
The world fell away, just as she collapsed in his arms, clinging to his biceps as she kissed him back a whimper leaving her throat as she tasted him for the first time in six weeks. “I missed you…” She whined as she pulled away to catch her breath, kissing his forehead reverently. “Please do not leave me behind again. It was painful being without you.”
He explored her mouth with his tongue, tasting the hotness that filled it. He could sense her need just as much as he imposed his. He moaned, pulling away when when she needed to. His breath was ragged, but he went right to tasting her skin. It was warm to the touch and soft, he could taste the sweetness of her scent. He nipped and sucked at her jaw bone and neck just as much need as he’d kissed her mouth.
“I missed you more.” Ismet moaned in between kisses. He moved his lips to meet hers again, sucking on the upper lip. He was slow to pull back. “So marry me.”
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Hearing his voice for the first time in six weeks, staring at his shoes, made the girl shiver, and it was the hardest thing she’d ever done, not looking up and meeting his gaze. “Hello, Your Highness.” She murmured, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, swallowing thickly, overwhelmed with the need to look at him, touch him, kiss him.
“It is nice to have you back, Master.” She agreed, nodding, dipping her head a little in a slight bow. “I have your lunch prepared in your suite, I thought Master might appreciate some time to rest and wash the day’s travel off before court this evening?” She explained, her hands clasped together behind her back white at the knuckles from the strain of clinging so tightly, struggling to not touch him.
Ismet’s smile grew into a grin at her acknowledgement. It was nice to hear her voice despite the theater words. They were not her words he would’ve wanted to be greeted with, but he was so happy to see her that he didn’t seem to care. He wanted to see her eyes, her face so much. To see the purity of her face and how smooth it was. He wanted to see how blue her eyes were and every emotion he knew she could feel right now.
And technically he could tug on her braid to make her look up, but he wasn’t sure if he could keep himself on his leash if he did. He could feel the eagerness to really get to see her grow everywhere in his body. One wrong move and his whole facade would just fall apart.
“Sounds great. Let’s go.” He turned on his heel towards the entrance of the castle. He walked slowly, knowing that she’d be right there behind him even if he wanted her to walk beside him. Ismet walked like this until they reached a pretty quiet sector of the castle; no one ever really went through there unless there was some kind of event going on. He turned abruptly to face Sin, stopping so she’d run into him.
“Sin...” There was no way he could wait another ten minutes just to reach his rooms. It was too damn far away. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he gripped her braid and pulled it down. Before he knew it, his lips were against hers.
