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Prince Naveen followed his nose into the kitchen. The warm aroma of chicory coffee and fresh hotcakes had practically beckoned him from bed. Days like this—which was most days—he counted himself lucky. He had married the finest chef in New Orleans. And she was cooking something scrumptious just for him.
“Mornin’, sleepy head,” Tiana teased.
The princess smiled in his direction as she flipped the last of the fluffy flapjacks in the pan before piling them into tidy little short stacks on a platter nearby. A bowl of whisked eggs sat at the ready on the counter, next in line to hit the sizzling hot skillet.
“Bon’ziorni to me...” Naveen rumbled.
His attention had shifted from the plate of hotcakes to his wife. This was where she was most in her element. Over a well-worn range and plotting out every aspect of a meal. He loved watching her work. It was a bonus that she looked so damn good doing it.
She hummed to herself and swiveled her hips rhythmically, conducting the imaginary music of her culinary orchestra. She sliced a few pats of butter to dot the tops of the pancakes and licked her fingertips when she was done—an absentminded action that made Naveen’s jaw clench outside of his control.
Mmm… he thought to himself. Though he wasn’t quite sure where his appetite was directed. Just, mmm...
He smiled back at her in that rascally way that made her cheeks flush.
Tiana looked away, suddenly feeling naked under his gaze, and quickly turned her attention back to the stovetop. She knew he was still staring, though. She could feel him.
Despite not being the cook in their relationship, Naveen had a certain habit of seasoning the mood between them: adding just the right amount of spice, heating things up, making them both want a taste of whatever was in the pot he was stirring. But she wasn’t trying to entertain his interests right now.
It was the Friday of a holiday weekend. And the Palace would be packed through to next week. Immediately after breakfast, the princess needed to run downstairs and ready the restaurant for the day. She didn’t have time for distractions this morning, though she was glad she’d made time last night…
She unintentionally bit her lip at the memory.
The same thought must have crossed Naveen’s mind at that very moment, because from behind her Tiana heard the familiar creaking of the floorboards—a dead giveaway that the prince had propped himself against the kitchen door frame at the only spot in the room where the hardwood was rickety. Just leaning there, like he often did. Taking her in. Recalling every sinful deed they’d shared a mere matter of hours before. She was sure an eager, little smile was spreading across his face and that a hand was likely idling in the pocket of his pajama bottoms, waiting for the chance to be close enough to touch her. By now, he’d be fidgeting with the collar of his sleep shirt and—
Oh, she suddenly remembered. Actually she was still wearing his shirt from the night before.
No wonder he was staring. As open-minded as he was, the territorial, caveman part of his brain must have relished this sight. His too-long sleeves were rolled up to the crooks of her elbows. His half-done buttons parted softly at the apex of her bust. His bottom hem skimmed the tops of her smooth, dark thighs right below her fullest curves. She was draped in him. Belonged to him.
Staring at her, the prince felt big. Important, even. A lifetime of being royalty, and here before him was the most pride he’d ever held for anyone or anything, all wrapped up in his love for this woman. He followed the outlines of her figure as best he could under the bulk of his shirt. But the areas of her body he most desperately wanted to claim were just out of view. Hunger grew in the pit of his stomach. And it was for something much heartier than whatever she was currently making.
Naveen strolled up behind his wife as she poured the eggs into the frying pan and folded them over with her spatula.
“Breakfast looks delicious this morning, miamoza...” he cooed.
The prince stretched out his arms before circling them around her waist and pulling her close. He pressed his bare chest into her back and played with the collar of his sleep shirt, inching it down, exposing her shoulders, watching her squirm.
“You had better be talkin’ about the eggs,” chided the princess playfully.
“And…” he offered, “what if I’m not?”
He tilted his head into the arc of her neck and blew a warm, steady breath out through his nose and over her skin.
Tiana shivered visibly. Naveen grinned.
He could tell she was holding back. Trying to maintain some semblance of control. But he’d successfully set the first crack in the foundation of her resolution. He’d already mapped out how he’d send her control crashing entirely to the ground. But it required getting much, much closer.
If he could just taste her… just a little bit…
He traced the length of her neck with the tip of his tongue. Tiana gasped, nearly dropping the spatula.
Two cracks down. One to go.
“Naveen!” the princess turned her face towards his. “This is a big weekend for the Palace and there’s so much to do today. Can you please behave? For once?” She hoped she didn’t sound as lustful and out of breath as she was.
“‘Behave’?” the prince feigned ignorance. “Hmmm, perhaps my English is not so good. I do not think I know this word.” He leaned in close again, lowering his voice in his telltale way. “But, I would be happy if you would teach it to me…”
He brushed a coil of her hair out of his way and nibbled along her ear, delicately grazing her with the fresh stubble on his chin.
“Is this how to behave?” he asked, false innocence overflowing from his words.
Tiana didn’t mean to, but for some reason she tipped her head to the side, stretched her neck out long, gave Naveen exactly what he wanted. Why did he always feel so good at the worst possible time? How did he make it so easy to give in?
“Or...” Naveen cupped both her breasts in his hands. “Is this what you mean by ‘behave’ ?”
He ran his thumbs lazily over her nipples, feeling them transform into needy little beads through the fabric of his pajama shirt. He wanted to rip it clean off her body once and for all.
The princess half-heartedly stirred the contents of the pan as she lost herself in her husband’s touch. She could smell that the eggs were just about ready. She needed to bring herself back to reality and tend to their breakfast. But, she thought, a few more seconds of this wouldn’t hurt…
“Surely this is what ‘behave’ means, no?” he asked, running one of his hands lower and lower down the front of her torso, underneath the pajama shirt, between her—
“N-Naveen!” Tiana stammered out, finally getting her wits about her again.
The prince cursed himself. No crack number three.
“Listen, mister,” she poked him squarely in the sternum, “I know what you’re doin’. And it’s not gonna work this mornin’.”
“Who? Me?” He took her by the hand that she’d poked him with, massaging it gently in his own. “I do not know what you are talking about. I am not up to anything.”
She raised an eyebrow at him. He chuckled.
“Okay, maybe I am up to a little something...” He lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed her knuckles one by one. “But married to a woman as beautiful as you, can you blame me?”
He gave her his best puppy-dog eyes. Tiana giggled in spite of his mischief, and marked his cheek with a sweet, chaste kiss.
“Behave! You naughty boy, you,” she sassed.
“Hmm,” he smirked, his face abruptly going dark. “I guess that makes you a good girl then, yes?”
The way he emphasized those two words in particular made Tiana’s palms sweat and her breath catch in her throat.
A naive, virgin version of herself would have respectfully declined these advances, prioritizing her restaurant like a responsible business owner should. But she was no longer that loveless stalwart of labor. There was passion in her life to nurture now, too. Heaping, healthy helpings of it. Currently being dished out and served up hot by one irresistible master of the art. It had changed her, being loved. It had made all the difference.
“Is my Tiana a good girl?” Naveen waggishly asked her again.
Plus, she wanted everything this man was capable of.
The prince held his wife’s hand up to his lips again and fanned her fingers apart. He sucked one of them deep inside his mouth without breaking eye contact with her.
She dropped the spatula to the floor.
Well, well. It seemed as though crack number three arrived after all.
Princess Tiana closed her eyes, all her nerve endings homing in on Naveen as he kissed his way up her arm. He settled himself behind her again and she leaned back into him, reaching up to run her hand impatiently along his jaw, securing his mouth to her body. He lavished stinging, wet kisses upon her neck and the uppermost regions of her back. She sighed the rough sigh of a princess repressed no more.
Caffeine would not be necessary this morning. Everything inside her was very much awakened.
Naveen groped Tiana with untold urgency. He clutched at her curves. God, he never got tired of her. Her precious curls. Her perky breasts. Her plump and perfect rump. He squeezed her ass and she let out a noise that was some excited cross between a laugh and a squeal. It made his toes curl. Without warning, he dropped to his knees.
The princess turned to look down at her husband on the floor behind her.
“What are you doin’, sugah?” she asked, confused and breathless.
The prince narrowed his eyes at her and twisted his mouth into a frisky smile.
“Uh-uh,” he shook his head. “A good girl doesn’t ask questions. She just does as she’s told...”
Naveen ran his hands up and down his wife’s legs. She trembled nervously, and rightfully so. Her husband had much in store for her. He kissed her at the tender bends at the backs of her knees. Worked his lips up her thighs. Walked his fingers between her legs where she was dripping for him.
Tiana braced herself against the stove and bit the insides of her cheeks, tasting the salt of her own blood on her tongue. All the while, the prince toyed with her clit. Orbiting his fingers just outside of it. Not giving her the satisfaction of his direct, debilitating touch.
He stared at her from his vantage point on the floor—admiring her from the bottom up. Her limbs threatened to collapse with each expertly out-of-reach revolution his thumb made around her. He loved this drawn out pacing. Loved the way it made Tiana give into pleasure for longer than she would ever allow herself on her own. Loved that he was the one to dole it out on her until she couldn’t take a second more.
But he wouldn’t be able to maintain such a slow simmer from his current position, as cramped and crouched as he was. No, he needed to move them somewhere else, and fast. Luckily, they wouldn’t need to go very far.
In one swift motion, the prince stood and scooped his wife up in his arms. Their modest apartment above the restaurant only required that he take a few steps before he set Tiana down on the kitchen table. Still, the flurry of movements caught her off guard. She wasn’t quite sure why she was now sitting where their plates should be, but she knew she’d find out soon enough. Naveen tipped her onto her back, kissing her hard and moaning against her mouth. She moaned right back, digging her nails into his scalp and shoulders. He pushed away from her and she relentlessly tried to pull him on top of her again. She was eager.
Good, he thought. She’ll be more fun that way.
Prince Naveen ripped open his pajama shirt, popping loose all the buttons, scattering them across the kitchen in impossible directions. What excuse could they possibly feed Eudora this time about why they needed yet another buttonless garment mended? Like they’d even be believed. They’d cross that bridge later.
Right now, Tiana’s naked body was finally laid bare, framed by the prince’s oversized shirt, the sleeves still hanging from her arms. His mouth watered at the sight of her. A collection of curves begging to be quenched. Her eyes locked onto his. Her legs dangled anxiously off the edge of the table. Her heartbeat raced beyond control. The prince was so, so hungry for her.
He pulled up a chair between her legs.
Naveen hooked his arms around Princess Tiana’s hips as soon as he sat down and brought his face within inches of her cunt. He gazed straight into her eyes as he dragged his tongue hot and slow along the inside of her thigh, stopping just before the frothy curls that enshrined her core. She was holding her breath. Waiting for his next move or mandate. The mandate came first.
“Since you are such a good girl, miamoza,” rumbled the prince, “I will make this easy for you…”
Tiana watched his mouth form every word.
“The only rule you must follow…” he growled wickedly, “Do not come until I tell you to...”
With that, Prince Naveen closed his mouth around the entirety of her cunt, shutting his eyes and luxuriating in it. Her pussy was velvety and damp. She tasted so good. Both sour and sweet—a delicacy only he would ever get to enjoy. He dipped his tongue as deep inside her as he could and hummed, casting vibrations out and out and out across her body.
Tiana moaned instantly. She threw her head back against the table and balled her hands into tight little fists, the energy overwhelming her and causing her muscles to tense. Her man was perfectly made for this: full lips, flexible tongue, faultless imagination. It didn’t help that he was so handsome with his head between her legs. She didn’t think it would be possible to hold out as long as he wanted her to. Each of her pulse points was already on fire as it was.
Speaking of which—something was burning. The princess looked up to see slivers of smoke swirling from the direction of the skillet. She’d forgotten to turn off the stove.
“Oh, no!” she cried. “The eggs!”
“Fuck the eggs...” Naveen exhaled.
“But—”
He cut her off. “Are you my good girl or not, Tiana?” he asked, boldly gazing up at her.
The princess quickly checked to see if she’d left the windows open. She had. Well, she thought, at least they wouldn’t suffocate to death right away. And if they did, they’d go happy. She peered down the length of her body at him again.
“I’ll... I’ll be good for you, sugah…”
“Good,” he answered.
He got back to work.
Prince Naveen licked her leisurely. Lovingly. All the way up and all the way down again. He used the whole width of his tongue. Then just the tip of it. Rifling through her anatomy. Making circles and diamonds and figure-eights on her clit. He refused to speed up, despite how violently she writhed on the kitchen table, clawing into the wood grain like it could keep her from going to pieces. Tiana howled his name nonstop, wearing it out, hardly resting for air. He lifted his lips from her for the slightest moment.
“Not yet…” was all he said.
Naveen was rock-hard for his princess, a sizeable tent wasting away in his lap. He reached a hand below his waistband to free his cock and jerked himself under the table. He sighed against her cunt in relief. Tiana had started grinding her body rhythmically into the torturous storm of his tongue, and the prince took note to match the pace of her hips with that of his hand. A combination of her syrup and his saliva dripped fiendishly from her slit, and he was struck with the urge to be coated in it. He paused his own pleasure for just long enough to sink his fingers inside her, stealing from her well of wealth and stroking himself with the sticky goodness.
“Please... please, Naveen... please...” the princess panted.
“Not yet…” he answered once more.
Tiana wasn’t above begging again if she thought it had a real chance of working. But Naveen would never allow himself to be rushed. Especially not with her being so close. He lapped her up, practically unhinging his jaw over her, the insides of her thighs tickling from his stubble and trembling from his stubbornness.
The princess moaned into the smoky room. As agonizing as it was, she loved it. Loved letting go and giving in to him. All day she held a world of responsibilities on her shoulders, until Naveen came along to lay her on her back and wear them all away. She spread her legs further apart for him, raising her heels to the tabletop and holding back her thighs. The prince pulled at her clit with his perfect lips, sucking her right there, right there, RIGHT THERE until his wife arched off the table crying out for release.
“Now!” Naveen commanded between fits of tonguing her.
The princess shouted.
“Come for me, Tiana…”
She arched her back higher still.
“Right now, my good girl…” he growled, leaving her with his last lasting licks.
And what a good girl she was.
Princess Tiana came like she was told, pussy pulsing feverishly against his mouth. A sharp shot of liquid squirted out from her towards his face. Pleasure short-circuited all of her nerves as she melted into a helpless puddle on the table. In the ducts of her eyes, weary little tears had started to form, and she covered her salty, sweaty brow with her arms. Eventually she wiped both the sweat and tears away on the sleeves of Naveen’s pajama shirt, panting and satisfied beyond what should have been humanly possible.
The prince leaned back from the table, quite pleased with himself, his smug smile glistening in a sheen of Tiana's making. He loosened his hold on his cock to bask in her afterglow with her. As she lay there catching her breath, completely undone, she started laughing to herself. Quietly at first, then all at once too much. Naveen hoped he hadn’t driven her so senseless that she’d actually lost her mind.
“What is so funny, miamoza?” he asked her.
She brought herself up to her elbows and looked him straight in his eyes.
“I wouldn’t have bothered makin’ breakfast this mornin’ if I’d known you’d be havin' me instead.” She giggled uncontrollably again.
This time, Naveen joined her, laughing as he helped her right herself.
“You should be clearer about what is or is not on the menu then,” he joked.
“Like you’d listen,” she teased. She studied his still-damp mouth and chin through lidded eyes. “Anyone ever told you you’re a messy eater?”
He smirked. “Once or twice.”
Tiana swung her legs off the table and placed them on either side of her husband’s chair. His shirt draped loosely around her body, and she picked up one of the corners of it to dry the bottom of his face.
But she hesitated.
Instead, she just stood there. Straddling him. Her legs were weak, but she didn’t plan to stay standing for long. She let go of the fabric and wrapped her hands behind the back of his head. Then she pulled his wet face to hers. Kissing him deeply. Tasting her most intimate self. Instinctively, the prince grabbed her by the waist and pulled her body down towards his.
She stopped him.
“You naughty boy,” she shook her head. “Not until I tell you to…”
Naveen bit his bottom lip and playfully cut his eyes at her in a mix of respect and lust.
“Are you... going to make me beg for it?” he rasped.
Tiana smiled crookedly. And nodded.
The prince cast his gaze greedily all over her body. The haze of smoke around them made him unsure if he was dreaming or if this was really the life he’d gotten lucky enough to live. Either way, he wanted to see how this scene would play out.
“Please, Tiana…” He whispered up to her, growing quieter with each request. “Please… please… please…”
She lowered onto him then, taking his cock in her hand and guiding it seamlessly inside where she ached for his touch. He filled her all the way up. They gasped as one.
Naveen ran his large hands underneath his shirt where it hung over his princess’s thick, round ass and clamped his fingers into her flesh. She coursed up and down on top of him. Bouncing. Winding. Riding him slow. They lost themselves in each other’s desire, their moans rising into the air with the fumes of their forgotten breakfast.
“I love you, Tiana...” the prince groaned. “Achidanza, I love you so much...”
He nipped at her neck until she flung her head backwards in bliss, pleasure pulling her focus in too many directions to count.
“I love you, Naveen…” she answered him. “Don’t stop, sugah… I love you… I love you…”
Naveen leaned backwards in the chair, balancing it on its two rear legs—the angle instantly better for fucking Tiana. Her tits bobbed up and down before his eyes, distracting him as he satisfied her with constant, carnal thrusts. He grabbed at her everywhere he could. Unable to keep his hands free of her perfect, dark skin—in awe at the way their shades of brown came deliciously together.
The princess rocked tirelessly on his lap. She breathed dryly into his mouth. She forgot who she was outside of his love. They stared into each other’s eyes, ecstasy looming over them when—SNAP! One of the legs of the chair broke, and the royal couple crashed unexpectedly to the floor.
Thankfully they didn’t have far to land. Besides a bit of shock and embarrassment, they appeared to be alright with Naveen mostly breaking his wife’s fall. Nevertheless, he dusted them both off and rolled over to check on her where she lay next to him.
“Miamoza! Are you hurt? Do you need any—”
“Don’t stop, sugah…” she said, cutting him off.
What? No, Naveen couldn’t have heard that correctly. Perhaps it had been a mistake to leave the stove on after all. There wasn’t even really that much smoke in the room, but clearly it was causing lapses in Tiana’s judgment. She had just experienced the same fall he had, right? This was not the time to carry on as normal.
“Tiana?” he started again, “Let me make sure you are alright first, no?”
Smoke and buttons and splintered chair bits everywhere, and now he wanted to be responsible?! The princess wasn’t having any of that. She propped herself up on her elbow and brought her face close to his.
“I thought you were my naughty boy, Naveen…” she panted, her words heavy—hungry.
The prince’s body gave him away. Why hadn’t he pulled his pajama bottoms back up? Too late now. Tiana could see him hardening again for her—not that he had lost much of his erection during the fall anyway. She craned her neck up to press her lips against his. Opening her mouth to him. Running her tongue over his. She pulled back for a moment, caressing his stubbly jaw in her hand.
“Can my naughty boy do one last thing for me?” she crooned.
Her husband nodded foolishly.
Tiana placed her lips directly against his ear. Then she whispered: “Can he tell me whose pussy this is?”
She lay back on the floor and spread her legs.
That was all the convincing he needed. Naveen practically dove between her thighs, his cock driving deep inside her, his hips ramming into hers with no end in sight. The princess bawled, arching up to him. She hooked her heels around his legs, sank her nails into his ass.
The prince gritted his teeth, huffing next to Tiana’s face, making sure she could hear.
“Mine...” he growled.
The princess purred.
“This pussy... is mine…”
She called out his name.
“All mine…”
Tiana tightened, tugged, throbbed around her man. She took his head in her hands and drew his lips down onto hers, leaving her final few moans in his mouth. Naveen returned her kiss with the unrefined passion of someone with something to prove. He had found his perfect woman. He’d made her his. He wanted her to know that. Needed her to. And she did—even more so in the moments like these. With her body urging him on, he succumbed to his princess’s luscious, wet hold, pumping himself to depletion and collapsing on top of her in a satisfied heap.
When he rolled off of Tiana and rested beside her on the floor, they both sounded like they’d just run a marathon, completely spent and straining for air—in some part due to the bits of char burning in the skillet and the smoke circling the ceiling. One of them would need to turn that blasted burner off soon. But they were both too sex-dazed to move.
Princess Tiana did muster the energy to nuzzle into her prince, though, closing her eyes and rubbing her nose against his shoulder. He added some tenderness of his own to the moment, bending a little to kiss the top of her head. But a loud noise interrupted them.
It was Naveen’s stomach.
“Perhaps I could still use a real breakfast this morning,” he admitted.
Tiana burst out laughing, the irony of the situation too much. The prince joined in with her, equally amused. After a minute or so, they settled down and attempted to get up. That’s when Tiana’s stomach growled, too, startling them. Giggles erupted throughout the whole kitchen.
“Who do we think we are?!” the princess asked, covering her face in embarrassment.
“I do not know, miamoza,” Naveen chuckled, “but we need to be stopped.”
“Some day folks are gonna read about us in the paper.” She gestured out a headline, “‘Prince and Princess of Maldonia... found starved above local New Orleans restaurant… cause of death, making too much whoopee...”
Laughter consumed them again and they clutched at their empty stomachs.
“Sounds like an honorable way to go,” the prince replied.
“Maybe for you,” Tiana rolled her eyes playfully. “I’m gonna have these cold hotcakes and try to see another day.”
Naveen fixed his pants and sat up. “I think I’ll join you. Table for two?”
She raised her eyebrow at him. “I don't seem to have much luck around you and tables… or chairs for that matter…”
“Some would say you’ve gotten very lucky around me and tables.” He winked at her. “But who am I to split the hair? You knew I was trouble when you married me.”
Smiling, the prince stood and reached for his wife’s hand. He helped her to her feet and cloaked her in his shirt as best as he could in the absence of its buttons. He looked her up and down again, feeling unbelievably loved. Then he lifted her chin to bring her in for one last smoldering kiss.
She spoke before their lips met.
“We should hurry and turn that burner off if we don’t want the fire department to find us like this...” Tiana giggled, though her bedroom eyes and dimples told a different story.
“Let them come,” Naveen smirked. “I doubt they could handle our heat if they tried…”