Alex had started taking off his own décor and sash, so she continued and removed the pins from her hair. It felt hard in places they’d used spray to stiffen it to hold the tiara better, but it didn’t look too bad. She brushed it out for now, knowing a full shower could wait until morning.
Rebecca stood and undid his cufflinks, and he unzipped her dress and helped her step out of it.
“Oh fuck. Were you really wearing that underneath your dress all night?”
She was wearing a white bustier and panties with matching garters but sheer stockings. The dress fabric had been thick and lined, so nothing could be seen through it, even in outline, and she’d wanted to surprise Alex.
She turned slowly. “Do you like it?”
His hands reached out, then he stepped back. “If I reach for you now, I’ll fuck you hard, fully clothed over that famously old desk.And I want you in bed.”
She stepped close to him, then trailed a finger down his clothed chest. “I’ll just take my makeup off then, shall I? You can finish undressing in the meantime.”
His voice was a low growl. “Rebecca…”
She winked at him, then headed for the bathroom, hearing him curse under his breath.
Several minutes later, she was leaving the bathroom when he grabbed her arm and pulled her flush against his naked body.
He buried his nose in neck and inhaled deeply. “I love the way you smell. Almost every time I smell lavender, I get hard, you know.”
“Really?” Even now, years in, she was still learning new things about her husband. New ways he loved her, new expressions or mannerisms or a different tone of voice she hadn’t heard before.
“I said ‘almost’. Sometimes the scent calms me, sometimes it fuels me, always it comforts me.”
She frowned and caressed his soft, black hair. “Do you need comforting tonight, Alex?”
He held her tighter and sighed. “I don’t know.”
That meant ‘yes’ but he didn’t want to admit it. He still thought confessing to such things made him weak. “Lie down on the bed.”
He raised his head and smiled. “What?”
She lifted onto the toes of her shoes and stopped her lips a breath away from his. “I’m going to have my way with you tonight, Prince-slash-future-king Alexander.”
He sucked in a breath, then started walking backwards towards the bed. Once he hit it, he sat.
“Lie back.” She ran a hand down his chest to his semi-erect cock and gave it a squeeze. “The only thing you’re worrying about for the rest of the night is pleasing me.”
He grinned, then slid back on the bed and lay back, his hands under his head, his legs open and relaxed, and his eyes closed.
She could just imagine him as a king of the past, lying therewaiting to be fucked by whoever he ordered to fuck him. But this wasn’t the past, and he wasn’t fucking merely anyone.
He was waiting forher. His body was only hers to enjoy, to love, to cherish, to do wonderful and terrible and deliciously naughty things to.
In their own bed, she might have kept the heels on, but in a borrowed bed hundreds of years old, she didn’t want to risk any damage, so she slipped them off and slid onto the bed.
On all fours, she crawled over him, her hands whispering a touch over his skin, skimming over the top of his leg, then the inside of his thigh. Over the happy trail leading from his cock to his belly button. Over the planes of his abs and up his chest. She brushed the back of her fingers over one nipple and his hips pushed up, seeking her.
“Soon, my love,” she crooned to him, as she continued her torturous touching. She brushed the tips of her fingers up his neck and over the stubble there. He’d shaved before the event, yet he had a faint shadow there now.
She traced around his lips, and his head shifted, seeking them. “Almost, Alex. Just a few minutes more.”
He moaned, but stilled, content to allow her to trail her fingertips over his face, as if she were memorizing each feature, and she supposed she was.
Sometimes she’d pause what she was doing to snap a picture in her mind of something—the way his lips trembled slightly, or the way his brow furrowed in frustration then relaxed, the way his mostly inky black hair looked against the crisp, pale pink sheets.
She finally pressed her lips to his skin, repeating everything she’d done with her fingers but with kisses. It was only when she kissed his hips that she changed course and wrapped her fingers around his cock.
