James
The heat in Zara’s eyes has me racing into the palace. I don’t mind the royal garden party. I actually enjoy it. Honouring those who have served is always special to me since I served. But with Zara looking exceptionally sexy today in that green dress and fascinator, all I’ve wanted to do is cut and run as fast as possible. To strip her down and have my way with her.
With hands shaken and stories shared, I lead Zara through the maze of the palace to my office here. My need for her is boiling in my body so high that Egypt feels closer than my office.
Coming upon the right door, I throw it open and pull her inside. She’s on me immediately. Her lips capture mine. This kiss is messy. It’s passionate. It’s everything a kiss should be. My cock gets hard beneath my zipper as her tongue tangles with mine. Running my hands up her thighs, I carry her to my desk, setting her on the edge.
There’s a fire in her eyes. Hundreds of people have come out to be recognised by the Queen, and we’re up in my office, acting on the desire we both feel for one another.
“I guess once a playboy, always a playboy.” Zara’s smile is playful as she unbuckles my belt. It’s a harsh reminder of why we’re in this situation. That situations like this one are precisely why Zara was thrust into my life. But when she slides her dress up her delectable thighs, it’s hard to have any thoughts.
Dropping to my knees, I push the fabric of her dress farther up, exposing my end goal. Her thong is wet as her thighs spread open, beckoning me forward.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” I tongue the wet spot on her lacy thong. Her needy moans tell me she wants more. Brushing the fabric to the side, I suck down on her clit. She’s a writhing mess beneath me as I pleasure her with expert strokes of my tongue.
The heels of her shoes are biting into my shoulders. When I thrust two fingers inside of her, she clamps down on me. She’s pulsing with need as my cock thickens in my pants. I need to find my own release, but I’m not coming before Zara does.
“Yes! Right there!” Her loud voice carries through the quiet office.
“Fuck, Zara. I need you to come now.” I pull my fingers out, thrusting three inside of her. Her hands fist my hair, the spikes of pain mixing with the pleasure I’m driving her towards.
“Oh James!” Her voice is soft as she starts to come. I lap up her release, savouring it on my tongue. It’s the sweetest nectar, I think as I drink it in.
When she starts to come down, I stand. Her once pristine hair is messy, and the fascinator lies on the floor behind my desk. When she turns her eyes on me, my heart stops in my chest. The emotions pooling in her eyes cause them to come pouring out of me.
“I love you, Zara. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Fuck, I shouldn’t be telling you like this.” She pushes up onto her elbows, her skirt still hiked around her waist. She looks utterly defiled. And positively beautiful.
“I know this thing between us was arranged by our parents.” I wave a finger between us. “But Christ, I can’t help how I feel.”
She doesn’t say anything. The silence stretches like an ocean between us. I don’t think I’ve misread this situation. The looks. The touches. She has to feel the same way, right? Just when I’m about to go run and hide, a smile cracks her lips. A smile that tells me all I need to know.
“I love you, James.” She sits up, wrapping her hands around my neck as she brings me closer to her. “We had the strangest start of anyone I know, but it doesn’t make it any less real.”
“It’s our story.” I drop my forehead to hers. My heart could burst from my chest at the love I have for this woman.
“Our story. Think of what we can tell the kids.”
I smirk at her. “Kids? Planning ahead now?”
She drops a sweet kiss on the corner of my mouth. “I’m thinking four, at least. Maybe we’ll get lucky and have some twins too.”
“As long as they all look like you, I’m happy.”
A sigh escapes her lips, ghosting my cheek. “As long as they look like you, I’m happy,” she parrots my words.
“Maybe we should start practising?” I lean into her, pressing my erection into her centre.
“We’ll need all the practise we can get.” She stands, giving me her back. I work open my pants, pulling my aching cock out. Pressing her down on the desk, I line myself up with her, before thrusting into heaven. Zara is perfect. This woman is absolutely perfect, and I don’t know how I got so lucky to have been given the gift of her.
Zara shakes her arse against me, letting me know to get moving. “Someone’s eager, aren’t we?” I pull out before slamming back into her. I set an unrelenting pace as she moves underneath me. Her knuckles are white as she clings to the edge of the desk.
“Fuck, you feel incredible.” My movements are hurried as I drive into her. Her moans are the only sounds permeating the rush of blood in my head. I lose all coherent thought when I’m around this woman.
“Kiss me.” Her voice is breathless, full of need. I wouldn’t deny the woman I love anything. I press my weight into her back, seeking her lips with my own. I nibble on her full bottom lip as she starts to come apart around me.
“Don’t stop!” Zara screams as her pussy clamps down around me. Heat and desire are coiling at the base of my dick. I’m ready to blow, but I want to draw out Zara’s pleasure as long as possible.
Pulling out, I spin Zara around, taking her in my arms. Her legs wrap around my waist as I carry us over to the loveseat. I sit, her on top of me. Finding the zipper in the back of her dress, I inch it down before freeing her breasts. Her nipples are diamond hard as I draw one into my mouth.
