"I'm happy to serve at the request of the princess," I say, and see the excitement and mildly entertained gleam in her eye as I scoop her into my arms.

"Took you long enough," she answers in a sweet voice that's heavy with longing.

Suddenly I realize how much I must have piled onto her frustration. Her sensual life until now is a paradox. In every other way, she can have anything she wants, but in the bedroom, she has had nothing. She's been starving for carnal human physical touch, and because of her status, her station, she’s been denied the thing she longs for, the same way a hungry, homeless person is deprived of food and shelter.

Then I showed up. It's as though I dangled food in front of the homeless, then stuffed it into a bowl and ran off with it—twice.

"I regret my part in prolonging your agony, Your Highness," I tell her. "But you have my word that it ends here. Right now."

Her arms tighten around my neck, and she nods. "Take off your clothes and show me. Don't tell me."

That mouth. That mind. I fucking love her determination. Her resolve has its own effect on me as I lower her into bed, locked onto each other's gazes. I want to glean every bit of need from her and use my body to reflect it back to her and more.

She shivers when her back hits the cool bedsheets. I peel off every item of clothing, and lowering in beside her, I cup her face from my spot at one side of her bed. Her pulse is racing. I can feel the vein at her throat jump.

Burying my hands in her hair, I give her one last look before I connect my mouth to hers.

So fucking soft, these lips.

Her small frame turns toward my looming body, and she tugs fistfuls of my shirt into her hands as we deepen the kiss. I trace my hand down her sides, my thick fingers hot and tingling, like they know the reverence of the moment.

She lifts a leg from her spot on her side and runs her inner calf up my outer leg. I can't stop myself from glancing down in the direction of my prize. The thin flowy pajama dress she has on allows the soft lighting to give me a view of her inner thighs.

My princess slides her hands up from my abs to my pecs, and her lower body cleaves to mine.

"Please just take it," she whispers against my mouth.

"Take what?" I ask.

"Take... me."

"That's the plan, Princess."

"No, I mean now. Right now. I just want to feel you inside me," she insists with a confidence that I'm starting to love.

Taking her chin, I kiss her hard again. "You'll miss out on the best possible parts."

"I don't care."

She brings her raised leg up, making her bent knee touch her upper arm. "No. Now."

I fucking lose every hint of reasons to draw out the moment at the sight of so many pink shades of her pussy, from her folds, to the slit of her opening, to her tender, swollen clit.

Kissing her mouth again, I cover her breasts with one hand, drag her hips to me, and tease her with my cock a little.

But she doesn't want any more of that.

"In me. Now. Everyone needs to stop telling me what I need and start giving me what I want—oooooh."

While she's busy making demands, I let my cock breach her... then I sink into the tightest untouched pussy ever.

"Yes," she cries, wincing from the sting or pain. "Just like that.”

She groans as her hips make tiny rolls, using the movement to ease the pressure she must be feeling from being filled beyond capacity. Must be, because her inner walls feel like a second skin to me, a hot, tight, force clenching my cock in all the right ways.

Lowering my head, I push her dress down past her breasts and circle her nipple, capturing the stiff, puckered spot between my teeth and rolling it on my tongue. She hisses out a loud moan of primal longing, and with her hands on my biceps, pushes back her hips and drives it forward. I love the look on her face as she's pumping, taking what she wants, using my dick like I plan to use her for a long time to come.

If that's in the cards.

And as her body starts to shudder, taking her last bit of control through the beginning of a wicked orgasm, I bring my mouth to her earlobe and whisper, "Yes, my dirty girl. Cum hard for the man who owns you now. You're all mine now. No one else can have you. No one else should dare try to take you from me."

I watch her glorious face for the entire time that she comes undone, smoothing my hand down her back and through her thick hair.

With her breathing coming under control, her eyes lift to meet mine. "I know... I'm yours. You have me now. I know nothing about who you are... where you're from, why you're the man that you are, but I'm smart enough to know you've already given up everything... taken every risk to be here. I can't wait to find out more..." she puts my hand on her heart. "But here, I know enough."

She's right. And she proves me right for the rest of the night and the next full day when I play out every fucking fantasy I’ve ever had with her. On the floor. On the bathroom counter. In the middle of her massive walk-in closet. I especially enjoyed spreading her out on her back on top of the table-sized shoe counter in there. She was happy to comply when I ordered her to hang her head off the edge so I could fuck her sweet mouth while I watcher her finger herself and play with her beautiful tits.

So fucking hot.

As hard as it is for an unloved, unwanted man like me to admit, I don't know exactly when or why, but I already love this woman.

I guess what Saul used to say—that wisdom isn't only the possession of the old—is correct. My princess is the living breathing embodiment of that truth.

And I can't wait to prove her right.