His eyes darting to her bare breasts, he scoffed. “Trust me when I tell you, any man’s first thought when seeing such gorgeous breasts is to kiss them. We all learn to do so as babes.”
Rose inhaled softly. “You think they’re gorgeous?” she asked in whisper. “You don’t think they’re too flat, or... or too fleshy?”
His head lifted from her chest, and he aimed a look of disbelief at her. “They’re perfect. Look.” He moved a hand to the side of one of them and lifted it until it mounded in his palm. Not waiting for her to respond, he simply resumed what he’d been doing and flicked her nipple with his tongue.
“Oh!” she cried out.
He did the same with her other breast, glad when she inhaled sharply. He gave up his hold on her breasts and worked his way down the front of her body, kissing and suckling and using the tips of his fingers to incite frissons beneath her skin.
“Where are you going now?” she asked in a whisper.
“To the royal vault, Your Highness.”
For a moment, she didn’t move, and he took the opportunity to kiss the insides of her thighs. From her soft sighs and gasps, he sensed she was finally giving in as her slightly bent knees fell to the sides. He smoothed a hand from beneath one thigh to behind her knee and gently lifted it. “Open for me, my queen,” he murmured, as he drew a finger along the folds protecting her womanhood. He felt her ambrosia coat the tip of his finger, and remembering what he had learned under the tutelage of the concubine, he placed his entire hand over her folds and began to gently rub her.
Of course her first reaction would be an attempt to draw her knees together. When he persisted, though, and his movements quickened, he was sure he felt her swollen womanhood beneath the pad of his middle finger.
On either side of his head, her thighs quivered, and before he replaced his hand with his tongue, he planted a kiss on one of them.
Rose cried out as his tongue flicked over her engorged nubbin. Cried out again when he repeated it from the other direction.
“What are you doing?” she whispered between gasps for air.
“I found the key to the vault,” he said before he chuckled softly and then covered it with his lips. His tongue delved into her, which had her entire body reacting as her thighs closed around his head and her hips lifted.
Had his ears not been covered, he would have heard her say, “David,” over and over again until he was sure her orgasm had begun. Her knees fell away as her keening increased.
When he felt her hand pushing on his head, he rose up over her body. “Breathe, my queen.” He placed the tip of his manhood at her opening and pushed. Pushed again until he was buried in her, the last vestiges of her orgasm helping to draw him in completely. He groaned, sure he wouldn’t last long.
If she felt any pain, she didn’t show it. If she wanted him to stop, she didn’t put voice to it.
When he moved to pull out of her, she had her hands lifted to his back. The pinch of her fingernails pressed into his flesh spurred him to continue, his thrusts at first slow and careful before increasing in speed and intensity. Knowing his release was imminent, he thrust hard into her one last time and was lost to the grip of ecstasy.
His last thought before passing out was how much he liked raiding the royal vault.
Rose watched in awe as David lowered his body to hers, watched as his eyes shuttered and his head landed on her shoulder and on a pillow she hadn’t been aware was there.
At some point, she had lifted her knees to grip his thighs, the same moment she had felt his manhood fill her so completely, she thought she’d been about to burst. Now the discomfort settled into a sort of numbness occasionally broken by a dart of pleasure or a frisson that skittered beneath her skin.
The moment before he had taken her virtue had been pure bliss, though. The pleasure so all-consuming, she wished they hadn’t waited so many years to admit their desire for one another.
If she had admitted she had feelings for him, would he have stayed in England? Or would he have still departed on his Grand Tour? Would he have returned sooner, knowing she waited for him?
In the end, did it matter?
She sighed and then realized he was stirring. His head lifted from her shoulder, and he regarded her with the oddest expression.
“What is it?” she asked.
He chuckled. “For a moment, I thought I’d dreamt it all,” he whispered.
“That you were a thief after the queen’s royal vault?” she teased.
Grimacing, David said, “I’d like to think I was invited to plunder the vault.”
She giggled and then sobered. “If I invited you to visit me on occasion, at least until we’re married and you’re moved into the master suite, might you be willing to leave a deposit in the royal vault?”
He blinked before understanding she wished him to get a child on her as soon as possible. “I am at the queen’s command,” he replied.
