Then, as they continued to kiss, with a smooth sensation of pleasure flowing through every fibre of Ella's body, the prince's fingers found the buttons at the back of Ella's dress.
Ella tensed, suddenly as taut as a drum, before she again relaxed as the prince undid the topmost button and moved to the next. His other hand caressed the hair on the back of her head, stroking the soft silken strands, before he followed the contours of her back down, feeling where her hips curved in at her waist.
He had now undone four of the buttons, and there was no sign of him stopping. Ella wasn't sure if she wanted him to stop. Part of her was frightened but the prince was gentle. As he moved onto the fifth button, his other moved around to her front, travelling up the smooth silk and touching the bottom of her breast through the material.
Ella's tongue and his sought each other, his lips strong and insistent, their mouths wet and hungry.
The prince undid the last of the buttons and broke off their kiss, pushing her away from him. As Ella's lips left his, a tiny moan escaped her lips. She could feel the back of her dress open to her waist, her skin bared to the warm air. The prince's expression was intent as he reached forward and pulled the material away from Ella's left shoulder.
Without being aware of what she was doing, Ella slid her arms out of the sleeves. Ilathor reached forward to assist, but she held his hands away, and at the end, she did it herself. She pulled the dress down to the tops of her breasts, and with each motion, more of her skin was revealed to the prince's hungry gaze. Her left breast came free, and then her right, the nipples round and pink. Ella blushed; she had never willingly revealed herself to a man in this way. She pulled the dress down still further, to her narrow waist, the material growing tight when she reached the top of her hips.
Ella looked past the prince, at the mirror, where she could see herself exposed, her golden hair falling over the tops of her breasts. It somehow drove home what she was doing, so that she knew it deep in her core. She was undressing herself for a man.
She pushed the dress down past her hips, past her black undergarment, and let the dress fall down to the floor, stepping out of it. She blushed again when she looked up at the prince and could see herself in the mirror behind him. Ella's flat belly led to the small triangle of material she wore over her womanhood, and the black against her white thighs drew attention to her hips and legs. Embarrassed, Ella hung her head.
She felt her head tilted back up, and the prince kissed her. She felt his hand on her left breast, teasing the nipple between his fingertips, each touch sending a shiver through her body. The warmth beneath her belly was growing so intense that she knew she couldn't stop, could never stop. Didn't want to stop. She felt his left hand now move to her right breast, until the nipple there also turned hard, so sensitive that her breath caught. His right hand travelled down, over her belly, tickling the little dimple there for an instant, before he reached the sheer black undergarment.
He ran his hand down to her thighs, and without meaning to, as their tongues caressed and his touch on her breast gave her feelings she'd never felt before, Ella moved her legs to stand slightly apart.
His fingers ran over her thighs, feeling the smooth texture of her skin, and then even through his kiss, Ella gasped.
The prince ran his fingers over the top of the black material, feeling both over and then underneath, and he pressed in gently. Waves of incredible pleasure flowed through Ella's body.
His other hand left her breast, but the kiss continued. He took hold of each side of the black fabric and pulled it down. Ella broke the kiss and moved away slightly, looking up at the prince and feeling the undergarment fall down her legs, finally kicking it to the side.
He looked down at her, not hiding the intensity of his gaze. A small triangle of hair, sparse and light-coloured, covered the cleft between her legs. Under his gaze Ella felt wicked to be revealing herself, which strangely sent more pleasure running through her. The prince reached down and covered the hair with the palm of his hand, and Ella felt his finger slip inside her.
He resumed their kiss, and she whimpered into his mouth.
Ella made him stop, holding him at arm's length while she removed his clothes. Soon they both stood naked.
Prince Ilathor pulled Ella down, to a place where carpets and cushions lined the floor.
Her legs opened as he found her, and Ella cried out into the night.
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