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Authors: Danielle Fin
her lips with his tongue. Soon, they took off each other’s clothes. Tricia stood up and walked towards the bathroom while Isa followed her.
Tricia turned the shower on and poured a few drops of lavender scented liquid soap to her palms. With Isa now standing with her, Tricia proceeded to lather the soap to his body. Starting from his neck, then to his chest and then to his arms and pits and his hands. While she washed him, Isa also took a few drops and soaped Tricia. She then showed him her back and Isa gently shampooed her hair and then kneaded her back. Isa pressed his chest and torso against Tricia’s back and his waist, groin and thighs against Tricia’s round buttocks. Before they can get carried away, they turned off the shower, wiped themselves dry and proceeded to the bed.
Tricia lay on her back and Isa sat on his knees and stared at her naked body. Tricia also stared back and even after more than a year together, she was still mesmerized with Isa. The dim light of the room made Isa’s chest seem to shine. His thick chest and his rippling arms and abdomen were covered with light hair. She raised her hand and caressed Isa’s taut body. As Tricia traced the bulging veins that lined Isa’s waist, Isa cupped her breasts and lowered his face to kiss them.
Tricia moaned and with each moan, she instinctually raised her waist higher and higher, inviting Isa to meet her halfway. Isa responded and thrust himself into Tricia, together they matched their all too familiar rhythm. As Isa thrust, Tricia wrapped her legs around Isa’s thighs. As Isa clutched her tender breasts, Tricia pulled him closer while holding his head.
After what seemed like hours of waves of pleasure coursing through both of their bodies, Tricia knew it was time to switch places. She lay on her right side and Isa spooned her. He continued to thrust and Tricia grabbed and kissed his left arm that was now wrapped on her two hands. They changed to a few more positions, once with Tricia on top, then another with both of them standing while Tricia was pinned against a wall and finally back to Isa on top while lying on the bed for the final thrust that brought them together to climax.
Isa, as vigorous as he was, soon fell to sleep, the everyday stresses of his father’s funeral and his impending coronation were already taking its toll on him. Tricia nudged him to check if he was deeply asleep. He was. Just to be sure, Tricia asked if he was still awake. Isa only answered with his heavy breathing.
Chapter 9: Confrontation & Confusion
A furious Isa walked past the assistants and guards of his brother, Hasan. Despite Hasan giving instructions not to let anyone in during his meeting, neither Hasan’s staff nor any other person in the Palace had the courage to protest against Isa. Hasan maybe the eldest Prince, but if the rumors are true, Isa is the future King. Without asking permission to enter Hasan’s office, Isa pushed the double doors and let himself in.
“You did this Hasan!” Isa shouted. Hasan did not seem surprised; he was not even in a meeting but sat alone in his desk, probably gloating all day.
“What did I do brother?”
“Do not play me for a fool. You have no right to put cameras on our room! What kind of perversity do you have? I demand you give me the recordings!”
“Calm down brother. I have no idea what you are saying but I do know that cameras are in place everywhere we are, especially our place of residence. For our security of course.”
“Security? That was an invasion of privacy!”
“Privacy? You are a Prince of Bahrain and the future King, you have many powers and privileges brother, the right to privacy is not among them.”
“Keep the cameras then, but give me the recordings!”
“Which recordings?”
“You know what I mean”
“Honestly Isa, I have no idea. If you can give me the date and time of the recordings that you want, I can
Tricia turned the shower on and poured a few drops of lavender scented liquid soap to her palms. With Isa now standing with her, Tricia proceeded to lather the soap to his body. Starting from his neck, then to his chest and then to his arms and pits and his hands. While she washed him, Isa also took a few drops and soaped Tricia. She then showed him her back and Isa gently shampooed her hair and then kneaded her back. Isa pressed his chest and torso against Tricia’s back and his waist, groin and thighs against Tricia’s round buttocks. Before they can get carried away, they turned off the shower, wiped themselves dry and proceeded to the bed.
Tricia lay on her back and Isa sat on his knees and stared at her naked body. Tricia also stared back and even after more than a year together, she was still mesmerized with Isa. The dim light of the room made Isa’s chest seem to shine. His thick chest and his rippling arms and abdomen were covered with light hair. She raised her hand and caressed Isa’s taut body. As Tricia traced the bulging veins that lined Isa’s waist, Isa cupped her breasts and lowered his face to kiss them.
Tricia moaned and with each moan, she instinctually raised her waist higher and higher, inviting Isa to meet her halfway. Isa responded and thrust himself into Tricia, together they matched their all too familiar rhythm. As Isa thrust, Tricia wrapped her legs around Isa’s thighs. As Isa clutched her tender breasts, Tricia pulled him closer while holding his head.
After what seemed like hours of waves of pleasure coursing through both of their bodies, Tricia knew it was time to switch places. She lay on her right side and Isa spooned her. He continued to thrust and Tricia grabbed and kissed his left arm that was now wrapped on her two hands. They changed to a few more positions, once with Tricia on top, then another with both of them standing while Tricia was pinned against a wall and finally back to Isa on top while lying on the bed for the final thrust that brought them together to climax.
Isa, as vigorous as he was, soon fell to sleep, the everyday stresses of his father’s funeral and his impending coronation were already taking its toll on him. Tricia nudged him to check if he was deeply asleep. He was. Just to be sure, Tricia asked if he was still awake. Isa only answered with his heavy breathing.
Chapter 9: Confrontation & Confusion
A furious Isa walked past the assistants and guards of his brother, Hasan. Despite Hasan giving instructions not to let anyone in during his meeting, neither Hasan’s staff nor any other person in the Palace had the courage to protest against Isa. Hasan maybe the eldest Prince, but if the rumors are true, Isa is the future King. Without asking permission to enter Hasan’s office, Isa pushed the double doors and let himself in.
“You did this Hasan!” Isa shouted. Hasan did not seem surprised; he was not even in a meeting but sat alone in his desk, probably gloating all day.
“What did I do brother?”
“Do not play me for a fool. You have no right to put cameras on our room! What kind of perversity do you have? I demand you give me the recordings!”
“Calm down brother. I have no idea what you are saying but I do know that cameras are in place everywhere we are, especially our place of residence. For our security of course.”
“Security? That was an invasion of privacy!”
“Privacy? You are a Prince of Bahrain and the future King, you have many powers and privileges brother, the right to privacy is not among them.”
“Keep the cameras then, but give me the recordings!”
“Which recordings?”
“You know what I mean”
“Honestly Isa, I have no idea. If you can give me the date and time of the recordings that you want, I can
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