November 19, 2011
"How's Morocco, sis?"
"It's fun."
"When are you coming to Canada?"
"In a few days..."
"Okay, call me soon. I have to go. Love you sis."
"I love you too, Chris."
••
Andy stood in front of the body length mirror, contemplating her choice of undergarments. Before coming to Morocco a few days ago, she went on a bit of a shopping spree.
Originally, she'd only packed clothes for the snow and cold weather, also attire to wear on tour in Canada -- which begun in exactly six days.
But since she didn't know they'd be coming here, especially someplace so warm, so she spent a couple hours finding the proper clothing to bring and also some new undergarments too.
This trip wasn't on their radar at first but Prince announced that he'd forgotten that he booked himself a flight here last year before he met her. It was a thing he did once every year, he visited someplace warm and exotic by himself to clear his mind.
When he brought it to her attention, he told her that he wanted her to come along.
She was reluctant but accepted.
And she was loving it so far.
She was thrilled to be leaving the country again and to visit someplace she'd dreamt of going to. Morocco was one of those destinations she saw in a travel magazine along with places like Italy, France and so many more.
Thankfully she'd already gotten to go to many of the places on her bucket list when they were touring Europe. Paris was at the top of her list and they performed there in June.
Andy relished in every moment while they were there as she did in all of the tour stops, but Paris was specifically important to her.
She took lots of pictures, collected tons of souvenirs and made sure to see many sights and learn as many new things as she could about Paris.
It was the city of love, as they called it and that's what she did while she was there - she fell in love.
With the city of course.
And unknowingly, with a man as well.
However that boundary, at the time, just had yet to be crossed. They liked each other from the start, it was just never realized.
Checking herself out again in the mirror, she shifted her weight from her left leg onto the right.
Andy decided to go with the yellow set - a lace bralette and panties. It was her favorite color and it went well against her caramel skin.
Her eyes shifted to the body lying in bed behind her, and with a smile she stared at him through the mirror.
Prince was half-bare, shirtless and sleeping soundly as his arm was splayed over his face, covering his closed eyes.
It was almost 1pm in Western European Time and he had yet to wake up.
Andy was becoming rather impatient with him because he'd promised to take her to see the circus and the show begun in less than two hours.
She was sitting eager and waiting for him to wake up.
She plucked a white flower from the vase sitting atop a glass table in the corner of the room, raising it to her nose to smell the scent. She played with the stem between her fingers as she focused back on Prince.
A smirk spread on her face slowly as she'd gotten a splendid idea and as soon as it came to her, she took action immediately.
Andy made her way around to the side of his bed and climbed on top of him, straddling him as she began using different strategies to try and wake him up.
She used the flower and attempted to tickle him, also rubbing it over his chest soothingly in hopes that he would come to his senses and open his eyes. Neither worked, so she put forth the next step.
She leant down and whispered in his ear.
"Baby... wake up."
Her sing-songy voice was enough to wake him as he only stirs, turning his head the other way.
She'd run out of options and put forth plan-B. Andy places the flower on the nightstand and begins to lower herself underneath the covers.
Andy slid her index finger between the waistline of his boxers and trailed her fingertips along his v-line.
Pulling them down to reveal his resting manhood, she wrapped her right hand around it and lightly placed her tongue on the tip.
He stirred again but as soon as he felt her warm tongue and her mouth around him, he cursed mellowly under his breath as she began penetrating his member.
He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as they were now wide open. She fastened her pace as she now had him in her entire mouth, closing up the gaps in her cheeks.
He peeled back the covers to watch her attentively. His lips parted and he groaned into the air as his gaze from her eyes left and he put his head back. His eyelids fluttered as he looked up towards the ceiling.
Andy saw how quickly he had fallen under her
spell and she chuckled as she removed her mouth only to lick her lips and throw his boxers onto the ground before proceeding.
As Andy eased the tip of his member into her mouth, she pressed her tongue against it, and began swirling it around.
Prince was taken aback by her boldness, for she had never done this for him before but it was no surprise since Andy was all about trying new things and being venturesome.
Besides, it had been this way ever since he'd challenged her to be in control.
She'd done nothing but tease him.
He sibilated strongly, hissing while uttering a mixture of words and pleasured groans as she continued bobbing her head up and down, even occasionally taking him fully without entirely gagging.
She was cautious to see what worked for both her and him at the same time.
Andy looked up at him, getting a glimpse of his expression which said it all - eyebrows creased, eyes hooded, and him biting his lower lip as he entangled his hand in Andy's hair.
"You're so fucking crazy, Andy. You know that?"
Her pace flourished, sucking him hard and fast as she savored Prince's now erect member. Sliding in and out between her lips, it stiffened.
The power trip made herself excited and was creating moisture between her own legs but she had to hold off for now, she was nowhere near finished yet.
She used her hands to stroke him while she continued, the muscles in her mouth contracting tighter around him as he proceeded to utter groans and grunts under his breath.
Despite it being her first time giving him head, Prince thought that she was incredible at this.
His entire body began to jerk from the force of his incoming climax, Prince's hold on Andy's hair grew firm and unbreakable in the moment.
He forced her to remain open as he came into her mouth, finally allowing his body to relax once again.
Andy relished the taste of him in her mouth before swallowing, she then resumed to sucking him, cleaning him up as he went numb - almost paralyzed for a bit.
Andy stood up, wiping her mouth with a grin on her face. She turned around, heading towards the bathroom to clean herself up, but Prince grabbed her by the wrist, yanking her back in his direction.
His touch was distinct and possessive as he pulled her onto his lap, colliding his partly dry and trembling lips to hers.
His lower lip was a bit swollen due to him biting down on it so hard, but it didn't stop Prince from kissing her diligently - taking claim and authority on what belonged to him and was his.
Since she wanted to play dirty, he would do the same.
Flipping her over forcefully, he nearly ripped through the threads of her new panties as he slid them off and discarded them.
He spread her legs, lowered himself and got right to work.
As his tongue sunk into her entrance, Andy made the brutal mistake of squeezing her legs together on initial impact and tightening her muscles as he nipped and sucked her folds.
This made him agitated, and he stopped to push them apart again, holding a firm grip around her ankles to keep them opened.
Andy sat up a bit, backing up to lean against the headboard as he continued on.
Andy bit her lip, rolling her head back as she tried to contain a loud moan from escaping her throat. Considering that the balcony doors were open and the luxury hotel they were staying at had thin walls, she wanted to try her best not to make any noise.
She knew she could be very loud if she wanted to and Prince said so himself that she had a nice pair of lungs, but she wanted to avoid that.
He looked up at Andy, his eyes practically piercing through hers like daggers, penetrating her eyes for her reaction.
Andy entangled her fingers in his hair with her left hand, making sure to keep his head exactly where she wanted. Their eye contact remained bonded, watching each other intently.
Her right hand clenched the sheets as he continued to pleasure her.
Arching her back, she tried her absolute best not to squirm too much for her own sake, but she quickly found it impossible at this angle.
At this point, she was pretty sure she'd rip out a patch of his hair as well, but she tried her best to be gentle even though he was not.
He just stared up at Andy as he was nothing short of satisfied to be in control this time.
Finally, she could feel an orgasm flourishing and it was about prepared for release. She came at last, like a waterfall in a tropical forest and he wasted no time in cleaning up for her.
Andy, however still had her eyes closed tightly as she panted rapidly. He then pulled himself up, hovering above her body in a push-up position. Andy knew that he wasn't finished.
She knew that from the start.
Once he started, he was going to ensure that Andy received the entire package -- the entire treatment.
And if he didn't finish, he was going to make sure that they finished at some point.
Her eyes remained closed and she could feel him leveling himself to her entrance as he brought his lips to hers.
Prince kissed her roughly as he began to thrust into her. He bit down on her lower lip as he continued to thrust, his hips rolling and moving at a much faster pace and picking up a rapid speed.
The heat between their bodies and around them caused the two of them to sweat. The air became humid and the only noises being heard was their moans and the sounds of their sticky, glowing skin.
He pulled away from her lips, continuing to pant as he kept going. Andy turned her head sideways, burying it in a pillow as she clenched her teeth together to prevent from moaning or even shouting his name.
"Prince..."
Strike one.
Andy could already feel a second orgasm prospering inside of her and she then tightened her muscles again, ready for its release.
Moments later, she felt the oh-so familiar warm, gooey white liquid sliding down her legs as Prince finished up with his as well.
He pulled out of her and freed her legs from its restraints. She swallowed as her throat had gone dry and deserted from breathing so hard.
To top it off, he simply placed a loving, passionate kiss onto her lips - contracting more air from Andy's lungs. He pulled away, smiling at her as he struggled to catch his breath.
"Good morning."
"Afternoon," Andy corrected him.
••
After showering, Andy was back in front of the mirror deciding what to wear for the day. She'd narrowed her ideas down to two outfits - a white bohemian styled dress or something much more casual like a pair of shorts and a nice blouse.
She decided to go with the dress. As she was putting it on, Prince had come out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist and his toothbrush sticking out of the corner of his mouth.
"Mouthwash."
Andy laughed and pointed towards her suitcase, in which she'd packed a miniature travel-sized bottle of Listerine.
Prince glared and nodded, walking around to her side of the bed to get it. She couldn't help but to continue to laugh at him.
Andy found herself giggling every time he would talk to her now.
He would always use one-worded responses and when it came down to sentences, he kept it limited.
Only sometimes he would use actual verbal words, other times he would use his hands to communicate in silence.
The night they'd gotten drunk and had sex had a very funny but unfortunate outcome the following morning. When Prince challenged Andy to be in control, he had no idea what he was in for.
Although it was her first time being the dominant partner and only her second time ever making love, she managed greatly on her own without pointers from Prince or having to get tips from a magazine.
She turned Prince completely out.
Based on her pure instinct, curiosity and ambition to try new things, she jumped in head first.
Prince enjoyed it too, however while Andy was taking charge he grew hoarse and ended up having to go to the doctor because his throat was so sore the following morning.
And before they left for Morocco, he'd been diagnosed with a case of strep throat and lost his voice temporarily.
It wasn't funny because this meant that he'd have to postpone the first show of the Welcome 2 Canada tour because it's the day his doctor guesstimated he'd get his voice back.
It was a little crazy because his voice sounded much better and mellow in the mornings, but anywhere past noon he was airy and gruff.
However, it was hilarious to Andy because she was the cause of his diagnosis and it was a major milestone to her, also because it was comical to see Prince struggle to talk and sometimes he would get mad at her and stomp off.
He would get tired of her laughing at him and he got sick of trying to talk when he sounded like a wheezing hyena.
Besides, he was a little salty because Andy passed his expectations and carried out the challenge he assigned her further than he thought she would.
It was cute to watch him get annoyed and when Prince was annoyed, he would annoy her back.
Prince took his toothbrush out of his mouth and kissed Andy on the cheek, purposely wiping foam and saliva on her skin.
"Ew! I can't stand you!" She quickly cleaned it off with a small washcloth that had been folded up and placed on the nightstand.
Prince slapped her ass and smirked, whispering as loud he could despite his voice.
"You love me."
"You're lucky I do," Andy retorted, slapping his behind just as he did hers before he could walk off. He sticks out his tongue and ducks off into the bathroom once again.
••
"Put your head down a little bit."
"What?" Andy giggles.
Prince adjusts his camera. "I said- ugh never mind."
Prince comes over to where Andy is perched, holding his acoustic guitar. He fixes the placement of her hands and pushes her head down, as if the shot he's about to take would be a candid and it would look like he'd caught her off guard.
"Quit making fun of my voice, it's your fault."
"Quit being so pushy then, Princey."
He rolls his eyes and goes back to where his camera is, standing on a tripod. Andy bows her head the way Prince showed her and he takes the picture.
"Did you get it?" Andy questions, wanting to ensure that he'd gotten it the way he wanted before she removed her position.
"Yeah... it's perfect."
Since coming back from seeing the circus and an acrobatics show afterwards, Prince and Andy decided to have a little photoshoot right there at their hotel.
The sun was just going down and it provided perfect setting and backdrop to take photos in.
So Prince charged up his camera, put together his new tripod and they took a few photos.
One of them was taken on the balcony, and it came out much perfectly than Prince originally thought it would. He'd captured Andy's silhouette in front of the sun and mountains in the distance. He loved the blend of blue and yellow in the background.
The second photo was an up-close natural shot that flaunted Andy's features. It was Prince's favorite so far. He told Andy that it kind of reminded him of the portrait Jack drew of Rose in Titanic -- only Andy had her clothes on.
In the third one, Prince had caught Andy completely off guard. She had been talking to one of the women at the restaurant they visited after leaving the acrobatics performance and the woman said something that made Andy laugh. He caught the photo right before she bursted out in laughter.
Prince thought that if anyone looked at the photo, they were guaranteed to smile. He knows he surely did. He just loved how radiant her face was and how her nose crinkled on the side whenever she laughed or smiled. It made him feel warm, in a way.
But after changing out of her clothes and into a new outfit and headwrap, Andy sat down outside underneath a large umbrella on the patio and Prince demanded that they take one more for the sake of the great lighting. Andy thought that having his guitar in her hands would make a great addition to which Prince agreed.
"I think I like this one most actually." Prince takes the camera off of the tripod, bringing it over to show Andy how it turned out.
She smiled.
"I like that one too. It's a lot of detail in it."
"I think it's beautiful because you're beautiful," Prince complemented with a simper, it only made her melt inside. She blushed and quickly looked away from him, despising the fact that he was grinning at her the way he was.
"Thanks. I look alright, I guess."
"Alright?" Prince cocked his head, staring at her. He couldn't believe that she saw herself as decent, when she was practically a goddess in his eyes.
"You're a different world. Sexy is another way to put it."
"Quit."
"No, my duty as your boyfriend is to tell you that you are beautiful until you believe it and even long after that."
Andy couldn't help but to laugh, not only at how painfully sweet he was being but because of his voice - he still sounded funny. But in return, to thank him for being so incredibly endearing and affectionate, she pecks him on the lips.
"Now... are we gonna go out and get something to eat or what?"
"Didn't you just eat like twenty minutes ago?" Prince asks, narrowing his eyes and furrowing his brows.
On the way back to their hotel, they'd stopped and paused for a quick bite which Andy ate all of her food, yet she was still craving more.
"I am a growing young woman. I need my nutrients."
"You're right about that. I rather see you eating than starving yourself like some of the models in this generation," Prince remarks.
"That is exactly why I could never and would never be a model."
Prince squints his eyes tighter together as he studies her closely. He takes his phone out of his pocket and begins to go through his photo library.
"Hold up one minute... didn't you use to be a model before you met me?" Prince inquires as he spots the photo he was looking for. He pulls it up and shows it to Andy.
A wave of slight embarrassment washes over her. Andy's cheeks instantly began to flush and redden, she grows flustered once her eyes rest upon the picture on the screen.
She had her moment of reliving that particular photoshoot and also regretting it, mainly because she'd stepped outside of her comfort zone and allowed herself to be half naked in front of cameras. But truth be told, she wasn't that girl.
She didn't want to be that girl either.
She blushed profusely until it dawned on her that the picture he had was really rare. Unless he'd contacted the photographer who took it, he must've been searching for pictures of her and dug very deep.
It made her blush even harder to know that.
"Why do you have that on your phone? How did you find it."
Prince was hesitant to tell her why, as he'd practically ratted himself out by showing it to her.
"For personal reasons..."
Just by him saying that, she immediately grasped and understood what he meant by it. Or at least, she had an idea of why he kept it on his phone to look at.
She said nothing of it and simply stood up from her seat, grabbed a throw pillow and hit him on the top of his head.
••
After going out and picking up some more food, Prince and Andy ventured through the city of Asilah and eventually found themselves someplace to stop and eat.
It was at the end of a dock that stood in the waters of the Asilah Beach just on the northwest coast. They took off their shoes and let their legs dangle over the water below, and had a little picnic right then and there.
"What'd you get?" Prince asks Andy, eyeing her bowl of food. Hers looked much better than his, just looking at it made him curious and eager to try it.
"It's a spicy vegetarian dish called Harira. It's like curry, almost. Do you wanna try some?"
He nods to which Andy laughs. She figured he'd be wanting to try some as he'd been trying to catch glimpses of what she ordered since they sat down.
Andy scoops a spoonful and blows on it to cool it off before bringing it to Prince's lips. He takes it into his mouth and he immediately likes what his tastebuds are sensing.
"I'm gonna have to get some of that before we leave Morocco. That's delicious."
"It really is! There's a Moroccan restaurant in Sacramento, I go there whenever I don't feel like cooking. They have this same dish but it's not as authentic as it is here, of course. I am definitely going to miss this," Andy tells him as she scoops another spoonful and relishes it in her own mouth.
"Moroccan restaurant, you say? Miss Allo, I just might be paying you a visit in Sacramento very soon."
Prince nudges her arm and they began to laugh together.
"I would love that."
"I'd love that too."
Their laughter fades and dies down slowly. For a moment there is nothing but comfortable silence and the calming sounds of waves crashing together and against the rocks. The tides passing underneath their bare feet, going under the dock sent vibrations through the boardwalk.
They swung their feet back and forth as they began to dig into their meals. Andy was halfway through hers when she looked over and saw Prince just starting to attack his.
His looked pretty good as well.
"You not gonna offer me any?" She retorted jokingly, to which Prince shook his head.
"Nope."
Since he wanted to be stingy and ungenerous, Andy took her own fork and attempted to use it to snag some of his food. From the looks of it, he had some form of dumplings with a rich apricot dipping sauce.
However, before she could stick her fork in one of them, Prince moves his bowl away.
"You ain't slick."
"This is unfair." Andy pretends to pout by crossing her arms over her chest and sticking out her lower lip.
Prince pokes her nose.
"I tell you what... come over here and fight for it."
Prince sticks the last dumpling left in his bowl into his mouth but doesn't eat it, it is supposedly the one in which Andy has to fight for. He stands up on the dock and posts his fists in preparation for a play-fight.
"Square up, fool," Andy says as she stood to her feet. She does the same with her hands and tries to move towards Prince, he backs up with every step closer to him that she takes, afraid that she'll snatch the dumpling from between his teeth.
"You know what? I don't even want it anymore but I still want to fight you."
"Bring it on then."
Andy charges at Prince, thinking that he'd continue to step back from her but he doesn't. She is too quick for him and it nearly knocks the wind out of both of them as they fall back onto the boardwalk.
Andy ensures that Prince doesn't hit his head on the dock by placing her hand behind him as she ends up on top of him.
The dumpling had fallen out of his mouth and dropped into the ocean.
"Now no one gets the dumpling."
"A fish probably will," Andy jokes, only causing Prince to frown slightly. He rolls the both of them over impishly and smirks down at her.
"Well, you owe me something now."
"I don't owe you anything. I gave you some of my food and you didn't give me any of yours. Therefore, you owe me."