The second I threw a leg over James’s thighs, his hands immediately took advantage by roaming over me—sweeping up my inner thighs, a featherlight stroke down my cock, a tweak to my nipple. Little sparks of pleasure danced in the wake of his touches, heightening my own impatience. James, too, knew how to please.
With a sigh, I carefully sank down on him, the first bite of penetration quickly morphing into pleasure. I had to take a moment, reveling in the feeling of fullness, because there was no rush. For once, we had time. For once, no one could try tointervene or tear us apart. For once, I had full security about my future with him.
“What’s that smile for?” James asked, his own lips turning upward.
He insouciantly sprawled on the bed, hair a mussed halo around him, eyes dark but fond. He looked stunning, and even better? All mine. I leaned down to kiss him once before whispering an answer. “I never really imagined being married. I never imagined having you. Now that we’re married, though, I can’t imagine any other future. When did you become my whole world, I wonder?”
James visibly softened and the happiness radiating from him almost gave him his own golden aura. He lifted up enough to kiss me back, and I could taste joy in it.
“You’ve no idea how happy I am right now,” he breathed between teasing my mouth with soft kisses. “I feared this day would never come. I’ve never in my life been so happily proven wrong.”
I could see it, how being married to me had released a great deal of stress. He was so incredibly relaxed compared to before, his hands stroking my thighs gently, reassuring me. Perhaps reassuring us both.
As much as I wanted to draw this tender moment out, I desperately needed to move. I kissed him hard and quick before straightening up, and James actually sat up a bit, throwing a couple pillows behind him. He wrapped both arms around my waist, caging us together. Being held this closely felt lovely. I loved every brush of satin skin against my own. I locked eyes with him as I undulated my hips slowly, sparks skittering up my spine. My hands found balance by resting on his chest, and my eyes got lost in his. Sometimes, James looked at me as if the world had been invented for my sake. Sometimes, like now, I feltlike I could see directly into his own heart and become lost in its depths.
“I love you,” he whispered to me.
After all he had done, wasn’t it obvious? “I love you.”
James grinned, expression boyish. “I know. You put up with my crazy.”
It was telling in and of itself, I must admit.
Something in the air changed and urgency beat at the both of us. He slammed his hips up into me and a moan tore out of me. I started undulating harder, chasing that feeling of whipcrack pleasure, wanting more of it.
James met me thrust for thrust, hurtling me toward climax. Sounds poured out of the two of us indiscriminately, mingled with the slap of skin and creaking of the bed. I craved a release, an outlet, something. I leaned in blindly, kissed him hard. Felt his teeth nip my lower lip, which was delightful, but still wasn’t enough. I sat back again, working my hips harder.
James’s fingers abruptly dug into my hips, slamming me down onto him, his head thrown back on a long groan. I felt it as he climaxed hard inside of me and couldn’t help but be very satisfied that, for once, I’d driven him over the edge. Turning the tables was indeed fun.
I pulled free, gingerly, my cock still begging for attention. James was utterly relaxed, about as boneless as a jellyfish, but he guided me forward to hover over his face and levered up enough to take my cock into his mouth. I carefully thrust against the roof of his mouth, the ridges of it giving the friction I craved, but I whimpered because it still wasn’t enough. My climax hovered just out of reach. Then James plunged three fingers inside my ass, aiming straight for my prostate, at the same time as he swallowed my cock down.
I whited out, knew I was a second away from coming unglued, and had just enough presence of mind to not choke James.I slammed my hips back against his hand, pulling free of his mouth, as I jerked my climax out of me at the last second. I ended up coming all over his chin and neck.
Mmm, perfection.
Warm hands pulled me down, cuddling in. I more or less collapsed on my side, and James used the edge of the blanket to sort of wipe us down before we became sticky and uncomfortable. I’d need a better cleanup in a minute, but I had to find my legs first.
Gentle lips sought mine in a soft, affectionate kiss. I purred and looked at this man who was my husband, feeling nothing but pure joy.
“Edwin?”
“Hmm?”
“No matter how much grief people give you about becoming my co-ruler, promise me this. Promise me you’ll never regret marrying me.”
The idea that I’d regret my marriage was so preposterous I snorted. “If anyone tries to make me feel that way, I will tell them to go straight to hell.”
“Good answer.” Another soft, perfect kiss, and those eyes were filled with happiness. “I promise you a full wedding ceremony, too.”
“Dearest, I do not like pomp and ceremony. I’m not the one who needs it. I mean, we’ll need one just because we’re now rulers of a country, but I’m not the one who likes a party. You are.”
James opened his mouth on a rebuttal, took my meaning, and closed it again with a slight frown. “But you look delightfully sexy when all dressed up.”
“Oh,that’swhy you like them?”
“Well, what other reason could there be?”
“You’re a people person?”
