The King's Surprise Bride: A Royal Wedding Novella (Royal Weddings Book 2)

by Vivien Vale

  “Of course I’m still here. I’m not going anywhere. Nothing could move me.”

  “Is that so?”

  I jump onto the loveseat and land on Daniel’s lap.

  “Still not moving,” he whispers about a split second before I start the kiss I’ve been waiting for.

  We both dive into it deeply, our lips and tongues desperate for a profoundly passionate kiss. Daniel falls slowly onto his back as I push against him and explore his mouth aggressively with my tongue.

  After Daniel’s flat on his back, I climb on top of him and draw my tongue slowly from his mouth. I raise my head up just enough to look him in the eye.

  “You still not moving?” I ask in a low growl.

  “I could try…”

  I grab Daniel’s shoulders and hold him down on the couch, pushing myself up slightly while pushing my lower half against his cock, which has grown long and incredibly hard in his pants.

  “What was that?” I ask with a grin.

  “Argument conceded.”

  I hold onto Daniel’s shoulders, but he’s able to reach up and gently stroke my hair. That sends a serious shiver of heat through me, and I ease my grip.

  Daniel’s hand moves down to my tits, and he starts teasing the area around my nipples through my t-shirt.

  “Fuck!” I yell, longing to get out of my clothes quicker than I can tear them off. “Hold on!”

  I rip the shirt up over my head and fling it as hard as I can towards the bathroom door.

  “So, we’re doing that now?” Daniel reaches down and starts removing his own shirt.

  “That’s right. Let’s get a move on.”

  I start undoing my bra when the sight of Daniel’s bare pecs lobs me into a hypnotic state. My hands cannot do anything but fall onto them, and Daniel helps out by unfastening my bra as I run my hands up and down his chest and stomach, taking in every detail of his beautifully toned muscles.

  A barely audible little moan escapes me as I move my hands up and down Daniel’s chest, then his abs, going a little lower each time, as he teases my tits.

  I moan more loudly, and so does Daniel, when my hands reach his waist and the bottom of my palms come to rest tantalizingly close to his stiff, throbbing member—still enclosed in his pants.

  “I’m so fucking wet,” I manage to say through labored breathing.

  “You don’t fucking say.”

  Daniel starts sitting up, and I move with him until we’re both up against the couch and revisiting that earlier kiss.

  After a few minutes, Daniel leans back and asks an important question.

  “Does this place come with a bedroom, or what?”

  Daniel

  We’re both under the spell now.

  I wasn’t feeling it yet, not like this, when I was just wandering around Coney Island, searching hopelessly for Rose...for my love.

  It sounds fucking cheesy, I know, but I already said that I’m under the spell. We both are.

  It clicked for me, under today’s brilliantly blue sky, with the waves lapping against the shore, breathing the salty air. I was under the spell—and I still am now.

  I had felt it ever since I first laid eyes on Rose in that quirky little tea shop, and I had felt it when I shouted that I loved her at the top of my lungs.

  But it wasn’t until after she got sick on the sand, and I ran over in a haze of concern...it wasn’t until after she asked me to say those words again...

  That’s when I went under the spell by the ocean—and I’m still there.

  I’m still so very much fucking there.

  I’m so there that I almost walked around Rose’s rental with my sand-caked shoes, before I threw them out in the hallway while she was in the bathroom.

  And now, well, we’re both losing a lot more of our clothes, stumbling into the bedroom of Rose’s Coney Island vacation rental.

  “You’re so fucking lucky I extended this for one more night,” she informs me.

  “I’ve never felt luckier,” I agree.

  I’m trying to undo my belt so I can get my damn pants off my stupid, eager body.

  For once, my cock is not showing any signs of slowing down its unbounded enthusiasm. Goddamn, I must really be in fucking love.

  “Having some trouble?” Rose purrs in a sugary voice that holds a maddeningly sexy edge just below the surface.

  “Not at all.” I’m still fumbling with my blasted belt buckle in the doorway to Rose’s loft’s bedroom.

  “I can’t take it anymore,” Rose shrieks, and she charges towards me with her hands out.

  I throw my own hands up in surrender, which is the right decision because Rose needs room to grab the waist of my pants like it’s a steering wheel.

  With her hands gripped securely onto my pants and belt, Rose begins pulling me ferociously back in the direction she came from, over to the bed in the middle of the room.

  I am not objecting to Rose’s pulling on any level; in fact, I’m assisting her in the best way I can by trotting in the bed’s direction. She decides to throw me for a loop, though, when she twists me around to her left side and tries to throw me onto the bed.

  I oblige by leaping in that direction.

  I end up falling on my side, on top of the noisy spring mattress.

  Rose falls with me, landing on her side, facing me while we listen to the springs buckle under our weight.

  “This is going to be a noisy one,” I say with a chuckle.

  “Wanna bet?” Rose challenges before grabbing at my pants again, with a renewed intensity.

  I let her do her thing, and this time she succeeds in getting the damn things down, all the way past my knees, letting my rigid cock pop up freely into the bedroom air.

  Rose’s hands, both of them, go straight for my cock.

  With the starved look in her eye, I expect her to wrap her hands around my shaft immediately. Keeping that hungry, determined look in her eye, she throws me for another loop by gently feeling my cock with her fingertips, moving them lightly and slowly all around my member.

  I utter some nonsensical sound as I close my eyes in ecstasy.

  Rose mimics my mumblings, and I open my eyes to see her sassy smirk as she tightens her hold on my cock.

  I reach down and undo the button on Rose’s jeans as we both rotate into a better position—one in which we’re both completely on the bed.

  I move my fingers gradually into Rose’s panties as she starts working my cock with more vigor. It turns out that she is indeed so fucking wet.

  “Oh, fuck,” she moans, and finally grips my cock with conviction. “Keep going, please!”

  My fingers continue on their slow, careful path, teasing Rose’s pussy lips coyly, staying just out of reach of her clit. Her soft moans grow in volume.

  Rose’s hands drop away from my cock as she loses focus. I know she’s almost there.

  “Wait,” she pants, and pulls down her jeans and panties entirely, which makes me start to lose focus.

  But I try to stay on course. I watch Rose’s spectacular cinnamon eyes as I pick up where I left off.

  Rose belts out a giggly shriek when I start teasing her lips again. I slow the pace of my fingers more and more as I get closer to her clit.

  “Oh, Daniel, come the fuck on,” she scolds me quietly.

  Then it all starts happening at a rapid-fire pace.

  What I intend to do is start running my fingers at a glacial tempo, taking all the time I need to send Rose into new, uncharted states of escalating, unquenchable desire until she finally succumbs to the abyss of a mind-blowing orgasm.

  Yet as soon as my fingers start to move again, Rose fucking comes right away—really fucking hard. She grips my cock in both hands when she’s barely even finished.

  I take in one last glimpse of Rose’s remarkable eyes in the ensuing blur, and in the literal blink of an eye, she’s moved down to my cock, licking slowly from the base up to the tip—and back.

  “Ah, Jesus Christ!” I yelp as she
keeps going.

  Then she stops abruptly, and I hear myself still breathing heavily, my head sinking into the pillow.

  “You like teasing, do you?” I hear her coo.

  “I...I think I just lost all sense of space and time.”

  I await Rose’s response—but I’m not prepared for the sensation of her tongue moving slowly around my cock again, exploring every facet of it, every nuance.

  I’m not exaggerating when I say I’m losing sense of space and time.

  Maybe I’m on a squeaky mattress in a rented loft somewhere on the southern coast of Brooklyn, but when Rose takes the tip of my cock into her mouth, I might as well be on another planet, in another universe, in another dimension.

  I could be anywhere and have no idea which way is up because I think my mind is melting.

  I moan loudly and deeply, but it sounds somewhere off in the distance. I’m just floating here, in this realm of unheard-of beauty and pleasure.

  “Argh!”

  I open my eyes to see the ceiling of the loft clearly as I come crashing down from whatever high I was on—and now I’m coming all over the wall behind the bed.

  The mattress is starting to rise and fall in a steady rhythm, and the springs are making an ungodly noise. I don’t know why, and I can’t be bothered to care.

  Every last ounce of emotional and physical tension has been thoroughly drained from me—and I still feel small waves of euphoric pleasure traveling through my limbs.

  “Hey!”

  I look over my left shoulder, toward the sound of Rose’s voice, and I see why the mattress is making so much noise.

  Rose is on her feet, in the middle of the mattress, bouncing up and down lightly.

  “I know jumping’s not a good idea,” she says, “but this is fun enough.”

  The vision of Rose’s tits bobbing wildly sends all my blood rushing straight back to my cock. I immensely enjoy watching Rose take in that show with sheer joy, even clapping her hands a couple times as she witnesses my dick springing to rock-hard life.

  I roll over onto my other side and see my pants on the floor. I reach into the left front pocket and pull out my wallet.

  “What are you doing?” Rose asks casually, still bouncing.

  I pull out the one condom I have, hidden behind my driver’s license.

  “I’m trying to always have one on me no matter what.” I place the condom in an easy-to-reach spot by a pillow.

  “You ready to use that now?”

  I turn back towards Rose and bask in the sight of her smiling and lightly bouncing. I have no doubt it’s the best thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

  I lie silently and appreciate this perfect moment.

  Then I rise to my feet, facing Rose as she continues to jump up and down, grinning radiantly.

  “I’m just putting it nearby—the condom, I mean...in case I need it later.”

  I see Rose helping herself to an eyeful of my cock, which is still as stiff as it’s ever been.

  “But first,” I continue, “it’s your turn.”

  “My turn for what?”

  “To feel so good that you’ll rise above the limits of time and space.”

  “Um, okay. Then give me my fucking turn already.”

  Rose

  Rise above the limits of time and space, he says.

  Hmm.

  Daniel’s wording gives me pause for a second. I mean, it can’t be that good for him― or anyone, for that matter. It just sounds a bit over the top and kind of strange.

  But I’m not averse to seeing what Daniel has in store for me.

  Not while he’s standing across from me on the bed, his hard cock just a few inches away from me and the sun coming through the venetian blinds and glistening off his chiseled physique.

  Heck, I’ll even make the first move—well, he’s moving, too—and we both fall toward each other and into each other’s arms...

  And we lose balance, collapsing onto the mattress and inciting it to squeak like it’s maybe never squeaked before.

  “I don’t know about you,” Daniel says softly after placing a small kiss on my shoulder, “but I think sticking to memory foam is a good idea these days.”

  Daniel moves his gentle kissing closer to my tits.

  “Agreed,” I reply breathily. “Or at least something quieter than metal...ooh…springs.”

  This mattress is clearly not made out of memory foam, however, or any quiet material, as the springs continue their brash, creaky tune.

  When Daniel and I get back to the modern world with more discreet mattresses, we can have all the quiet fun we want.

  But today, in Coney Island, shit’s gonna get loud.

  Daniel’s progressing gradually down toward my belly button, and I’m already writhing with the sensuality of his perfect kisses and the anticipation of where he’s going to be focusing very shortly.

  I squirm with increasing intensity when I feel heat and the energy of Daniel’s mouth getting deliciously close to my cunt. When he finally gets so near to it that the anticipation is overwhelming and I’m nearly grinding my ass on the sheets and about to come a second time, he stops and stays still.

  “You fucking tease, Daniel! What’s with you today?”

  As I fully expect him to, Daniel remains motionless―yet so close. Motionless and close enough that I start writhing slowly again…and breathing heavily…and feeling my body temperature climb to Himalayan heights.

  “Oh.”

  I’m even moaning a bit, and he hasn’t even fucking started again.

  Oh, there he goes, licking my left inner thigh so carefully, so meticulously, getting as close as he can to my actual goddamn pussy—close enough that I’m nearly ready to grab his head and shove his face in it, but stopping to move to my right inner thigh and running his tongue in maddening cycles getting closer, so enticingly close to it feeling so amazingly good…

  Yet I know it’s coming, I know he’ll get there, and the thought of that moment soon to come elicits a small pleasured moan, followed by a louder moan as the moment does come.

  Daniel works my pussy with his skillful tongue, licking my lips from bottom to top and taking his sweet, wonderful, fucking miraculous time.

  I hear my voice groaning crudely and riotously, sounding just out of fucking control.

  Because I am out of fucking control. Holy shit.

  Daniel’s tongue is making the transition from the wide focus of slowly licking my pussy to moving in more intricate patterns, crisscrossing and moving diagonally, all while maintaining that same deliberate, thorough approach.

  “Oh, holy shit!” My exclamation almost sounds like a prayer the way I say it.

  I sink deeper into the bed, or I feel like I’m sinking deeper at least. I’m staring up at the ceiling, nothing but a plain white surface and a small lighting fixture. But I can tell my vision is getting blurry and everything is taking on a faint, colorful aura.

  Daniel’s tongue is now orbiting my clit, taking painstaking care to get near, but not too near it.

  I notice that I’m moving in the same rhythm and at the same measured tempo as Daniel’s tongue-work—thrusting my cunt back and forth.

  “Don’t stop, keep it up, keep doing it.”

  The words are absconding from my mouth; I can’t help but blab them out. That’s how badly I need for this to continue.

  I hear my own feral groaning kick in again as Daniel’s tongue reaches my clit. It sounds almost as if it’s coming from another room or another universe.

  My eyes are closed now, and I’m seeing weak colors. Daniel’s tongue continues another long, leisurely lap, and I start yelling gibberish as I’m consumed by a massive climax.

  At some point during my historic orgasm, I open my eyes and see the white ceiling, and I hear my own tense, excited breathing crest then gradually lose intensity as I’m overcome by a remarkable sense of calm.

  My vision comes back into focus in plenty of time to see Daniel crawl up next to me.


  Daniel’s eyes are on me, and they’re amazingly easy to read—they’re full of adoration, jubilance, and anticipation of what I’m going to say next.

  “Fuck, Daniel, you’re right.”

  Daniel gingerly clears a few hairs from my face. He’s positively glowing with warmth, and so am I.

  “So…did you rise above the limits?”

  “I think so. I definitely climbed to some crazy heights, and I fell gently back to earth.”

  “Making you feel that way makes me feel that way, if that makes sense.”

  “I think so.”

  Daniel’s glowing with warmth, with love, as he regards me quietly.

  I could stay like this for eternity.

  “I feel like you’ve got something more to say, Rose.”

  “Um, I do. This is like the ultimate afterglow right now.”

  Daniel falls onto his back so he’s facing the ceiling, and I do the same so we’re lying side by side, in the same position, looking skyward.

  Simply lying like this next to Daniel feels really freaking good.

  “More accurate words have never been spoken, Rose. But...”

  Daniel lets his unfinished thought hang there until I have to sit up on the bed and confront him about it.

  “But what?”

  Daniel sits up and turns toward me.

  “But if that’s the case, then we wouldn’t really need to continue. At least not today...”

  “Yeah, if we’re that satisfied...”

  “Do you really want to call it a day already?”

  “Not on your fucking life, my friend.”

  “Me, neither.”

  “Good.”

  We tumble straight into each other and pick up our earlier, untamed kiss where we left it, our tongues acting ravenous and insatiable.

  Somehow, we ignite a sort of wrestling match while we’re kissing, with both of us leaning hard into each other.

  Ultimately, Daniel relents, and he ends up flat on his back with me on top of him.

  “Okay,” Daniel says after we’re done kissing and starts unwrapping his condom. “I’m glad I had this with me.”

  “Are you sure you need that? Today?”

  “Maybe, maybe not, but it’s open now, and I’d like you to do the honors.”