This is exquisite!”

Sophie is gushing over every painting in this place. I’m not a particular fan of landscape art, but Sophie is and the look of wonder in her eyes makes this trip entirely worth it.

“Oh! And this is my absolute favorite painting!” She grabs my hand and squeezes it hard.

“So you’re enjoying this visit?” I tease, pulling her into an embrace.

“Absolutely! I’ve wanted to come here for ages, but I haven’t been able to afford the trip. This is such a dream come true!”

Sophie bounces from foot to foot, her energy unbridled as she goes into detail about why this painting is important to her and how it is significant in the art world. This is all not new to me, as learning about fine and historical art is something that was an early part of my education, but I don’t tell her this. Instead, I let her bounce around and listen to her passion and love of art.

Her enthusiasm is catching. I shake my head to remove the images of her bouncing above me, what her full breasts would look like over my face, what the expression on her face would be as she rides my massive cock.

The curator leaves us to walk through the museum on our own, a privilege granted by the twenty-five-thousand-dollar donation I provided the museum earlier today. Money and a royal title does have its privileges.

“I’ve always dreamed of owning a Baure.” Sophie sighs and it makes my heart clench. I want to provide for her, give her everything she’s ever wanted, and give her things she hasn’t even imagined. I want to light up her life.

“Well, I can’t promise a Baure, but how would you like to have some dinner? There is a good French restaurant not too far from here. We can linger here a little, if you like.”

“I’d like that,” she says, her voice a little softer. Sometimes it seems like she’s confused about whether she likes me or hates me.

Outside the museum, I instruct the driver that we are walking to the restaurant and that I will call when we’re finished. Watching the car speed away makes me happy. It’s Sophie and me now, together and with all the time in the world before us. Sophie is beaming and vibrant after the museum visit. I love her passion about what she’s studying and that she’s interested in something outside of herself.

“The air sure feels funny,” Sophie says after we’ve walked a few blocks, shivering even though it’s warm out. “Oh, maybe sending the car away wasn’t such a great idea…”

Sophie’s red hair cascades down her back as she looks up to the sky. I follow her eyes, and then pause. Dark, heavy clouds scud quickly across the sky.

“I’m sure we’ll be—”

My words are cut off as the sky opens and dumps torrential rain down on us. Sophie squeaks and we both start running, trying to find shelter. We make it to a tree and both start laughing, especially since this massive tree isn’t providing much protection.

“Come pick us up immediately. You have my coordinates.” I turn back to Sophie, then grab her and hold her close and try to warm her shivering body. “Are you okay?”

“I’ll b-b-be fine.”

The only thing I want to do right now is to protect Sophie and shield her from this storm. I hold her tighter, trying to comfort her.

When the driver pulls up to the curb, we race to the car.

“Oh my God!” Sophie says, laughing now that we’ve made it back to the jet.

I laugh with her, because the sudden rainstorm was funny in its way.

“We should get out of these clothes and dry off.”

“Oh, really now?” Sophie’s lips quirk into a smile.

I look at her again and my cock responds before my mind does. Somehow, I’m just now noticing that beneath her wet hair, her clothes are wet and plastered against her lush body. Every curve is deliciously outlined, and her blouse is clinging to her breasts, then tapering to her waist, and then following the curve of her hips. Fuck, her breasts are amazing.

I cough and look away, because I know she’s caught me ogling. Again.

“I meant,” I cough, trying to resume my composure, “that there is a shower in the master bathroom, and there are pajamas we can change into. It’ll be much more comfortable. There is no way on earth that I would let you even consider wearing wet clothes for our flight back to Seattle. Now, you go and shower, and I’ll have the attendant leave pajamas out for you.”

A range of emotions glide across Sophie’s face.

“Thank you.”

“One moment, please.”

She turns and I cross the space between us and gently wrap my arms around her. I kiss Sophie, her soft lips yielding beneath mine. She pulls me closer to her, plunging her tongue into my mouth and teasing me. I want her so much it hurts. It takes more strength than I knew I had to push her away so she can warm up and put on dry clothes. When I hear the gurgle of the shower, the thought of her naked in the next room is an exquisite torture.

Once we’re both showered and changed, the air between us is easier and more relaxed. Sophie’s cheeks are bright with color. She’s opted to just wear a pajama top and a pair of pajama shorts, the latter of which I didn’t even know were stocked on this jet. Her skin is flushed and creamy, and she looks stunning.

“Oh! That’s strong!” Sophie’s nose wrinkles as she sips the Frapin Cognac I’ve poured her. “It does taste nice though. Nice, but strong.”

“Come here,” I say, extending my hand to her. She smiles at me, then comes and curls up next to me on the couch. I wrap my arm around her shoulders and pull her close. She fits perfectly into me and it makes me feel content, like this is how life should be.

Sophie’s body leans into mine and my heart races. I want to tell the pilot to keep flying into the sunset, so this moment can last forever.

“I’m not uncomfortable, am I?” Sophie pulls away for a moment, her eyes wide in alarm.

“Absolutely not!” I pull her back closer to me, enjoying the feel of her in my arms. Her full body presses into mine and I like the presence of her.

“Are you–”

I silence her question by leaning over and kissing her neck, letting my lips linger on her warm, soft skin. Her wet hair tickles at my face, clinging to me the way I hope Sophie and I cling together forever. Her silky skin is warm as I slide my hand down her chest and under her pajama top.

Sophie’s breath hitches and she arches into my hand, clearly offering herself up to me. I groan when I discover how hard her nipples are, before squeezing them and relishing the way Sophie’s eyes close and she moans under my touch.

“Oh, that feels so good!” Sophie shifts her body and unbuttons her pajamas. A growl rises up in me as I see her breasts fully for the first time. They’re soft and large, and sexier than anything I’ve ever seen. These are breasts I can get lost in for a very long time.

“Sit up.” I push Sophie so she’s sitting, then I get up and kneel in front of her. I run my hands through her wavy red hair, pulling her head closer to mine.

Kissing Sophie is like drinking a fine nectar. I lick her lips and then suck at her tongue, tasting the cognac she drank. I need to taste more of her.

I pull back and openly stare at her luscious breasts. Her cheeks flush and I stop her when she reaches to cover her gorgeous body up.

“No, let me look.”

“But… I’m not…” Sophie’s face falls slightly as she looks away from me.

“You’re not what?” I’m confused.

Sophie’s voice is small when she speaks again. “I’m not…you know, thin. My body isn’t great.”

Sophie thinks she’s lacking? That’s nonsense!

“What? You’re fucking gorgeous. Don’t you know that? Don’t ever think you need to hide your body from me.”

“Really?” Sophie meets my eyes again, though the way her body is still tensed tells me she doesn’t quite believe me.

“Really. Let me show you how beautiful you are.”

I lean into her and kiss her again, my hands roaming over her hot skin. She kisses me back, her hands tugging at the buttons of my pajamas.

Gently, I push her back into the leather couch. “Relax, Sophie. This isn’t a game I’m playing. I want you, exactly as you are.”

I slide her pajama shorts off and gaze in wonder at Sophie in her full nakedness. Her curves are magnificent. She looks the way a woman should look – lush and healthy.

I lick and kiss my way from her breasts, down across her stomach, and right down to her ginger pussy. Sophie giggles delightedly when I kiss the inside of her thighs, and this pleases me immensely.

The scent of her arousal makes my cock even harder. My body is screaming to plunge deep into her, claim her for my own, watching her ride me and watching how she looks when she’s coming on my cock.

But that can wait. This, right now, it’s all about Sophie.

I slide my fingers through Sophie’s wetness and she moans when I kiss her, licking and sucking at her. Sophie tastes so good, like the most delectable dessert imaginable. Her glorious pussy clenches against my fingers when I slide them into her.

Sophie’s breathing is a jagged rasp as she rides my tongue and fingers.

“You like this?” I ask quickly, looking up at her. Her face is wild and beautiful, her red hair fanning out around her.

“Oh, yes. Yes!”

I lick her sweet slickness even more, losing myself between her legs. Eating Sophie out is something I’ve been fantasizing about since we danced together that first time. Now that she’s opened up a little, it’s highly erotic as I watch her give herself over to pleasure. There’s nothing sexier than a woman who enjoys sex and isn’t ashamed about it.

Sophie’s body shudders and bucks against my mouth as she comes. I caress her body as her breathing returns to normal, moving up to the couch so that I can hold her. The look of satisfaction in her green eyes makes my heart soar.

I want to make her this happy forever.