His thumb works my clit, and I erupt. I clench down onto my mate as my arousal soaks his face. Slipping his tongue from my ass, he licks up my spend before nipping my inner thigh.
Finn slinks from between my legs and settles on the opposite bench. Encouraging his trousers down his leg, his hard cock stands proudly between his thighs. I clench my legs together. More arousal slides out of me in anticipation of being filled.
My husband crooks his finger.
"Come here, Queenie."
I shiver at the nickname. It still inspires the same wanton thoughts I had when first hearing it. He calls me it in front of our court and in our bedroom.
My lust burns hotly as I slink towards him.
"Do you have need of me, my King?" I ask, batting my lashes.
Finn's grin deepens. He loves the teasing little games we play. When we first met, I thought I'd be no match for his wicked tongue. However, with him, I've grown confident enough to give myself over to the seduction of our couplings.
I tease him just as he teases me. Sometimes, working him into such a frenzy during royal meetings, he has to take me into the hall and fuck me with his hand clamped over my mouth.
Our desire is all-consuming and never-ending.
"I need inside your perfect pussy, Arden. It's been too long."
My lips twist into a pout.
"You had me this morning, my King."
"As I said, too long."
I nod, adding a slight tremble to my hands.
"Of course, my King. I will do my best to please you."
"My perfect little Queen."
Slipping off the thin straps of my dress, the garment pools to the floor.
I stand naked before my mate while he's still fully dressed in his court finery. The heavy shirt he wears is adorned with brilliant gold buttons that offset his tan skin. The cape clipped to his shoulders sparkles as it drapes across the bench.
His crown is slightly askew from when his face was between my thighs.
Biting my lip, I grip his shoulders and crawl onto his lap. His hands go to my breasts, gently worrying my nipples as I position him at my entrance. I shift around on my knees, the picture of concentration.
"You're so big, my King. I'm not sure you'll fit."
Finn's hands grip my hips, pressing me against his hardness.
"If you don't want me in your pussy, perhaps I can fuck your little ass instead."
My burning cheeks are not part of the game.
"N—no. I'll try."
"See that you do."
I sheath him inside of me in one delicious glide. We share a satisfied moan.
The way he fills me still steals my breath. The stretch is as decadent as it was my first time. Finn loves me on top. Loves watching me take my pleasure.
His power is greater than mine, and yet when we are together, it is he who supplicates to me.
