Chapter 64
Sixty-four
Edwin
I gave stern orders for no one to bother us for the rest of the morning. I deserved at least four hours to, first of all, process the fact that I was now royalty, and secondly, to spend some time with my new husband. I insisted upon this.
James was right in step with me, firmly shutting the bedroom door behind us. I shed my jacket as he did so, tossing it over the back of a chair, then snagged him by the belt and pulled him toward the bed.
“I do owe you fantastic sex,” James said cheerfully, following along with a lecherous grin.
“You do. I’m glad you understand this.”
I wasn’t entirely patient in stripping his clothes off him.
James was obviously delighted by my single-mindedness in getting him naked and cooperated fully, his hands also tackling my clothes.
I didn’t know how to frame it in words, the relief I felt.
I would have honored my promise in staying by his side, no matter who he’d married, but knowing that future would never come to pass—that was heady relief.
Also a joy that permeated every fiber of my being.
He was mine. Only mine.
James took my mouth in a hungry, bruising kiss, and I felt swept away.
I kissed him back with equal fervor. Or tried to.
My head was rather spinning. Strong hands found my bare ass and played with both cheeks, squeezing, and I felt my knees falter.
He knew how weak I was to ass play, but apparently his plan was the same as usual—to drive me mad and have me helplessly drowning in pleasure and at his mercy.
For once, I would turn the tides.
In a spurt of energy, I seized him under the thighs and forcefully lifted and moved him toward the bed.
Honestly, if surprise hadn’t been on my side, I wouldn’t have managed it.
James was more than strong enough to stand there like a rooted tree.
His back hit the bed, legs dangling over the side of the mattress, and he laughed a little as he bounced.
“Oh, you are in a mood,” he murmured, those green eyes twinkling.
“I am. Cooperate, won’t you?”
“I’m at your leisure, my love.”
I deviated from him for only two steps, snagging the bottle of oil from the nightstand, then returned and promptly leaned over him.
I placed one knee on the bed, just to balance, as I peppered kisses over his chest, laving a nipple with my tongue.
I knew what James liked after so much time together—what made him melt.
So I worshiped his nipples with tongue and teeth, pulling delicious noises from him.
I loved how vocal he was and how well I could play him like an instrument.
His fingers slid into my hair, carding over my scalp.
Only after both nipples were puffy and abused and James’s breath came in hitching little gasps did I slowly trail farther down, shifting to kneel on the carpet.
His pale skin begged to be marked, so I nipped little love bites into his inner thighs while gently massaging and rolling his balls, occasionally brushing a finger against the sensitive skin just behind them.
When his breathing took on a ragged note and his thighs quivered, I slid his cock into my mouth, tonguing the slit.
The moan he let loose sounded punched out of him.
One of his hands came to rest in my hair, grip tight enough to be pleasurable, loose enough to be undemanding.
I let my tongue idly play around the head of his cock, stimulating without trying to bring him to climax, occasionally dipping lower with a light suction.
As delightful as making James lose his mind was, my own arousal demanded I move things along.
I uncorked the oil and coated my fingers before bringing them to my ass, prying myself open because my real goal was to ride him.
Honestly, I liked James’s fingers in my ass far better than my own.
I wasn’t sure why it felt so much better, it just did.
The angle might have something to do with it.
Anyway, the very second I was ready, I pulled off with one last hard suck and moved up onto the bed.
I dumped oil on his cock before corking the bottle and tossing it aside.
He was a well-endowed man, and it always took me a second to seat myself. The more oil, the better.
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 to intervene 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 felt like 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’s why you like them?”
“Well, what other reason could there be?”
“You’re a people person?”
“I… Dammit, all right, you have me there.”
I would have thought this obvious, but apparently not. “Just, please, let’s do a dual crowning and wedding event, save ourselves the headaches of trying to plan two parties back-to-back.”
James made a face. “Yes, that’s the sensible approach. Oh, wait, we’ll need to create a crown for you. We haven’t had dual kings in this country before now.”
I could see where this was going already and pointed a finger at him. “I will design my crown.”
“Why can’t I?”
“Because you’ll go overboard.”
A mischievous light entered his eyes. “I’m sure we can negotiate.”
“No.” James and negotiating normally didn’t go over well for me. Mostly because he won. “I will not wear a heavy crown.”
“So if it’s light, it’s fine?”
“James. That is not what I said.”
He snuggled in a little more, teasing my mouth with kisses. “Emeralds good?”
This conniving little… It was a good thing I loved him as he was.
Otherwise, I’d end up strangling him.