A Moment to Ourselves
*Hezzlie*
Rowan carries me upstairs to his bedroom. Somehow he manages to open the door without dropping me, which is a good thing because I’m nestled right against the most delicious part of him, and with every step, he rubs against me, sending a thrill down my spine.
He kicks the door closed behind us, and we collapse on the bed, a tangle of arms and legs, of beginning and endings. In a flurry, we strip one another, both of us eager to resume what we had started the night before, after our engagement, before King Solomon’s troops so rudely interrupted our private celebration.
He gets me down to my panties and lacy thong and then dives for the peaks of my breasts. I let out a moan and toss my head back onto the mattress, no longer capable of removing his boxers, which had been my aim before his tongue begins to slither its way beneath the edge of my bra. Instead, I reach up and pull the straps down, one at a time, not wanting to let go of him, my fingers digging into the toned muscle of his back.
He chuckles at me, but I don’t care. I want his mouth around my hardened nipple, and I want it there now. He obliges. As soon as the pink tip comes into view, he laps it up, sucking me into his warm mouth and sending another flame careening down my spine. I let out another moan and run my fingers through his hair, holding him there until he insists on changing breasts. I let him, and instantly, I begin to lose control all over again.
After a few moments, he leans up and smiles down at me. He doesn’t need to say anything. I know what he’s thinking. He’s engaged to a wanton little beggar. That’s okay. I’ll be whatever I need to be in order to get his thick dick buried inside of me.
Rowan unhooks my bra and rips the sides of my panties, tossing the now ruined fabric on the floor. I’m naked before him, and the weight of his eyes has me squirming in anticipation. I like the way he looks at me, with desire in his eyes. It has the wetness already pooling inside of me dripping down my thighs.
Rowan drops his head again, kissing a line down my stomach and taking up residents between my legs. I let my knees drop to the side to give him full access, and he doesn’t disappoint. He laps up every drop of the slick substance pouring out of me. I wind my fingers through his hair again and hold on for dear life as he finds my clit with his tongue. Another lick of fire travels up my back, and then, I’m crying out like a possessed woman, enraptured by the way he nuzzles against me while his tongue darts in and out of my entryway. An orgasm rips through my body, and I chase it, trying to make it last as long as possible, but I know it’s just the first spasm of pleasure he intends to give me tonight.
After a few moments, he lets up and pulls back. I take the moment to catch my breath, my hands roaming over my body as the sizzle of ecstasy continues to roll through my limbs. When I open my eyes, he’s completely nude, standing between my legs, his massive cock standing at attention. I can’t help the devilish grin that takes over my face as I crook a finger and motion for him to come on then.
He’s not taking his time. Rowan plunges all the way in, spearing me to the hilt, and I cry out in a mixture of pain from the stretching and euphoria from the way he fits me so well. He hits me in all the right places, and he knows exactly how fast to go to help bring me back to the point of no return.
He doesn’t stay standing, though. After a few moments, he joins me on the bed, scooting me up onto the pillows and taking a different angle. My breaths come in short, erratic pants as I attempt to suck in air. His kisses smother me as much as his masterful cock forces the oxygen out of my lungs.
I can tell he’s getting close to the edge because of the way his muscles tighten up beneath my fingertips. Rowan drops his head to the side of mine, finding my ear. “You’re mine,” he whispers, drawing in deep breaths to keep up his stamina. “I love you, Hezzlie. I’m going to make you my wife. I’m going to make you my queen.”
I can’t answer in words. All I can do is tighten my grip and continue to whimper as the tension builds within me again. This time, when it hits, my mind goes completely fuzzy. I have no sense of direction–what’s up or down, whether I’m lying on my back or floating through the air–all I know is that Rowan’s inside of me in every way possible, and I’ve never felt this amazing in my life.
He keeps me there for as long as he can until he joins me, plummeting over the edge with several loud grunts, his seed spilling inside of me. Then, we are panting, lying in each other's arms, sweat clinging to our bodies as we try to catch our breath and stare at one another like we’ve found the heavens in our soul mate’s eyes.
Eventually, he leans over and presses his lips to mine, his tongue swirling around mine. I drink him in like a thirsty woman in the desert. When he finally pulls away, he has that cocky grin on his face. “Damn, I’ve been wanting to do that for so long.”
I grin back at him. “Thank god we weren’t interrupted this time.”
He smooths my hair back but doesn’t say anything, which makes me think he probably was getting mind-link messages and ignoring them.
A king’s duties never stop.
“I suppose we should make ourselves presentable and join everyone for dinner,” he proposes a bit later, his hand lazily drawing circles on my bare stomach.
All I can do is groan. He’s right, of course. We should be with our friends and family members today since it’s been such a peculiar day, but I don’t want to leave this room. I don’t want to share him with anyone else–not now, not ever.
When he proposes, “Maybe we have time for another round in the shower?”
I perk up. Now, that’s an idea I can get on board with. I grin at him, and when he grabs my hand and pulls me up, I let him.
I don’t think I could ever get enough of him.
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