As I come down from the first ever orgasm I've had from a man's mouth, I only have one real thought.

Wow.

And when can I have another? My body is still tingling from the aftermath.

I open my eyes as I feel Prince Charming stand.

He looks much more...intense, like the volume has been turned up on him. He was hot before, but now his face is flushed, his eyes laser focused on me, his mouth swollen and reddened from the work it's been doing. It’s mesmerizing.

His hands are clenched at his sides and his erection looks like it's about to tear a hole right through the well-fitted black pants he's wearing. As I stare at the tent his impressive hard on is pitching, I feel my body still humming with need.

I want him.

All of him.

I've already come this far.

I reach for the fastening on his pants. He watches my hands as they work to free him.

"I want you inside me," I say as I peel back the panel. I pause as I realize something. "You're not wearing any underwear," I say, staring.

None at all. Completely commando under that thin fabric. I lick my lips, sliding my fingers over his ruddy skin.

"These pants are too fitted for them," he growls.

I start stroking his erection, fascinated by the throbbing length. It’s the first one I’ve ever seen. It's so silky. Hard but covered in the softest of skin. I hadn't expected that.

His hands slide up my bare thighs as he watches my face.

"Are you sure?" he asks. He doesn't spell it out, but it's clear what he's asking. Do I want to go all the way?

"I..." I trail off as one of his fingers slides down my wet cleft and then slowly slips inside me, awakening some nerves for the first time. When he tries to slide another finger in, the fit is really tight. Too tight.

I wiggle, trying to adjust to the intrusion.

He leans in, kissing my forehead, my nose, my lips.

"Is this your first time?" he asks against then, his eyes so close they're all I can see. The question is low, intimate. He is so close. He already has his fingers inside me.

I feel uncomfortably exposed all of a sudden.

"I don't see how that matters," I say defiantly. I know it's just because he's made me feel vulnerable.

He straightens, his fingers still inside me. He watches me as he uses his other hand to tug gently at my clit.

I clench down on his fingers, letting out a small sound as the sensation ripples through me.

"It does matter," he argues gently, his eyes soft. "I don't want you to regret this later."

"I won't," I say firmly. And I mean it.

Even if I have a brief moment of weakness where I think of Herne.

Herne isn't here.

I wasn't important enough for him to seek me out. I push the thought of him away again.

My prince opens his mouth to say something else, his eyes concerned, but I interrupt before he can. I don't want to argue about this. I've made up my mind.

"I know what I want." I reach between us and take a firm grip on his erection, watching his jaw clench in response. "And what I want is you."

He hisses out a breath, his eyes narrowing on mine.

"Then me you shall have, my lady," he agrees softly.

I let out a surprised sound and let go of him as his hands clamp over my hips and he pulls me right to the edge of the counter. I'm flat on my back now as he raises my legs, resting them on his shoulders, leaving me completely open for him. This time the thought only makes me feel hotter rather than vulnerable and exposed.

Reaching down between us, he takes a hold of himself and rubs the tip of his erection up and down between my legs, hitting my clit and all my sensitive spots. I sigh, my hands coming down to grip the edge of the counter as the tingles of pleasure run through me.

"Ready?" he asks, looking up from where he's been watching himself moving against me.

His eyes are dark, glittering with want as they watch me.

This isn't the charming prince anymore. This is a man who sees what he wants.

I nod, fascinated at the change.

"Yes."

He holds my eyes as he aims himself at my entrance.

He slowly pushes in.

He's careful, gentle, using small thrusts while he rubs slow circles over my clitoris with a careful finger.

It's still slow going as my body reluctantly gives way to his long and thick length.

I feel the sting of the stretch and try not to wince.

Halfway in, I'm not sure he'll be able to fit.

"Oh, I'll fit," he says, his forehead damp, his eyes a little out of focus as he concentrates.

I must have accidentally said that part out loud.

"You just need to relax a little more.…" Leaning down over me, he kisses the side of my neck, suckling little kisses that add fuel to the fire of my desire in a way I didn't expect.

All the while, his fingers are working on me, his erection is stretching me.…

This orgasm takes me completely by surprise, a flash there and gone, a jolt of pleasure. I sigh as I sink back onto the counter.

"There you go," he says as he starts a series of thrusts that end with him all the way inside me. "Perfect fit."

I moan, sliding my legs off his shoulders to brace my feet on cool slickness of the counter. I feel so full. Completely stuffed to the brim and then some.

He croons something to me that I don't catch, cupping my breasts, sliding his hands down my legs, laying soft kisses over my face.

Soothing me.

I start to relax a little, adjusting to the thick intrusion of his body.

I can feel his heartbeat inside me.

I've never been this close with another person before. It’s so powerful and I couldn’t have guessed it would be like this.

Then he starts to move.

"Oh," I gasp, my eyes flying open at the sharpness of the feelings that flow through me. He hits nerves I didn't even realize I had as he thrusts gently, carefully.

As I turn my head, I realize I can see everything. The mirrors arranged along every wall reflect back the image of us entwined with each other. The contrast is arresting.

He still has all of his clothes on, only his trousers pulled down to bare the hard curves of his ass, clenching and releasing as he pushes into me.

My breasts sway with the thrusts where they spill out of my bodice, my nipples hard points. My skirt is bunched around my hips, my bare legs spread wide to take his cock.

The sight of the debauched picture we make has me getting even wetter. Prince Charming notices the change right away. He also sees where my attention is.

"You like to watch," he says in a low voice, his smile sly.

"Um, I..." I blush, feeling shy once again at that realization, which is downright ridiculous. We're already having sex for God's sake. Why does it matter if he knows I like watching us?

But it does.

He doesn't embarrass me with the knowledge. He tries to use it.

"Why don't we get a better view?" he suggests, his smile widening. His arms come around me and he lifts me up against him. I yelp, wrapping my arms around him tightly. He chuckles at my hard hold as he swings us around until I'm braced against a wall.

Gravity makes him sink even deeper into me.

Oh.

Oh that is deep.

I gasp as he groans, and his forehead touches mine. I wrap my shaky legs around his hips, the movement rubbing my clitoris against him. I make a small sound at the stimulation. That's nice. I grind a little against him experimentally, needing more.

"More," I whisper.

He groans, lifting his head, his eyes slightly unfocused.

"I'll give you more."

Bracing me firmly against the wall, he pulls out, my body clinging to him, not wanting to let go. Then he pushes back in with more force.

Yes.

That's what I want.

I push back against him on the next thrust, my fingers digging into his shoulders through the layers of cloth he still has on. I look behind him. To the side. And the other side. I have a view from every angle now. And each one of them is delicious.

I watch as his now-wet length hammers into me, the sound of flesh against flesh echoing around us as the bright lights illuminate everything. Every detail.

"You're so damn gorgeous," he remarks, his tone so sincere.

I look up to see him looking at our reflections as well. I watch as his eyes linger on my swaying breasts, between my legs.

I'm so wet now that it's dripping down my thighs. My reaction hasn't escaped him.

Growling, he pulls out of me and turns me around so I'm braced against the counter, bent over. He tilts my hips up. Then he slams back into me again.

I cry out as he groans, my own reflection inches away from me. I almost don't recognize myself. I look so carnal. My lips are swollen, my eyes clouded with lust, my cheeks flushed a deep pink.

My prince's handsome face is hard with his own lust behind me as he thrusts into me faster, harder, hitting a place inside that he hadn't in the other positions.

I feel the impending climax building. The small of my back tingles, my toes curl... I cry out, pushing back against him as another orgasm hits me.

It's deep, deeper than the others. I can feel myself clenching over his rock-hard length as I come.

And come.

And come.

"Fuck," he snarls behind me, pushing in deep, fighting past my tight grip. One of his hands slams against the mirror in front of us as his other clenches on my hip. His head is thrown back, his neck corded as he empties himself inside me, the heat of his climax keeping me going even longer.

I let out a sigh, almost a moan, feeling as if my legs have become noodles.

That was...

A light flashes in front of my eyes.

It's my Heads Up View Display.

Dress battery low. Shutdown imminent.

Oh no.

No.

I spent all of my charge in here with my Prince Charming instead of out there in the ballroom! How could I do this? The shock of the message hits me hard enough to almost numb me.

My only chance to find a sponsor.

My only chance to go to Parsons.

Gone because I wanted this man badly enough that I had sex in the bathroom.

Decided to lose my virginity in the bathroom.

What was I thinking?

As he pulls out of me, I straighten and step to the side to face him.

I can't pretend everything is alright.

He frowns at the distance I'm putting between us, as I fumble to pull my bodice back up.

My shoes are over by the counter, kicked off at some point.

No time.

I have no time.

I can't add insult to injury by having my dress die on me.

"I'm sorry, I have to go. This was...I'm really sorry." I bite my lip to hold back the rising tide of despair. "I worked so hard, but I've just messed it up again. My only opportunity." I know I'm babbling, that I'm not making much sense. But it's the best I can do in that moment. I take a deep breath and whirl to the door, opening it. "I'm sorry."

I run out into the hall, my bare feet slapping against the floor. It stings. But that's the least of my worries right now.

"Wait!" I hear him call out behind me. "Wait, I don't even know how to find you!"

I wipe away my tears as I rush through the ballroom, pushing past surprised people as I make a beeline for the exit.

I can't lose charge while I'm in here. That's the only thought beating through my mind as I fight through the crowd.

I dodge around a waiter who barely stops from spilling his tray, passed a newly arrived gaggle of giggling girls who start whispering as soon as they see me, and around a sharply-dressed guy who tries to get my attention.

And then I'm out on the street, running down the sidewalk, the cold concrete harsh against my soles.

The dress flickers and dies around me.

Gone.

I'm just me again.

I choke back a sob as I keep running.