by Adele Hart
I gasp and breathe out a shaky breath, unable to believe this is happening. Nodding, I let the tears flow now, unable to stop them. “Yes, Henry. Yes, I will marry you.”
He leaps up and wraps his arms around me, kissing me hard on the mouth. When he pulls back, he takes the ring out of the box and places it on my finger.
“A perfect fit,” I say.
“Just like us.” His mouth crushes over mine now, claiming me with a raw, intense passion. I return it with my own lust as his tongue finds mine and our mouths move in unison. I have never been kissed like this before, and I had no idea it could feel so powerful, so all-consuming. He kisses me again and this time, I’m desperate to have him. I tug at his shirt, breaking away from him just long enough to pull it over his head. I stop to have my first look at him and my mouth makes a little ‘o’ as I try to stop myself from drooling.
My hands work their way down his rock-hard arms, then to his chiseled abs. I run my hand down the front of his jeans and feel the huge ridge his erection makes. He lets out a low growl, and his hands pull at the sash of my robe, then he yanks it open.
I work frantically to get his zipper undone, but I can’t concentrate because the things he’s doing with his mouth on my breasts are rendering my brain useless. He backs up, then stands, quickly ridding himself of the rest of his clothes and letting me see him in all his perfect male glory. His cock is enormous—almost frightening even—and I bite my bottom lip, trying to figure out how I’ll fit that inside me.
“You look worried,” he says, laying back down on the bed with me.
“To be honest, I’m not exactly…experienced, and I’ve never seen one that big before.”
“We’ll go slow and I promise I won’t do anything until you’re ready for it.” He kisses his way down to my wet pussy, then smiles up at me. “I’m going to make you feel so good, you’ll forget you’ve ever known anything but pleasure.”
Chapter 10
Henry
I’ve finally found my soul-mate, the woman of my dreams, and knowing she wants to spend her life with me makes this the greatest moment of my entire life. As badly as I want to dive right in and feel her sweet pussy hugging my cock, I’m going to have to take my time so she’ll be ready for me. “You’re so sexy, Addie.”
Her answer is a breathy moan as I lower my mouth so I can kiss down her body, making my way to her inner thighs.
I feel her stiffen up a bit and I stop. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, it’s just that…I feel silly.”
“Why?” I ask, resting my hands on her thighs.
“No one’s ever done this to me before and I feel a little… exposed.”
“Really?” My eyes grow wide. “So I’m the first one to…” My voice trails off and a feeling of satisfaction replaces my surprise.
“Yes,” she closes her eyes. “I’m just worried you won’t like it down there.”
“There’s absolutely no chance of that.” I smile. “I want to see and taste every inch of your perfect body. You remember a few moments ago when I told you how sexy you are? I wasn’t lying. You’re gorgeous. Seriously. Any guy would kill to be exactly where I am right now. How do you not know that?”
“Because you’re making it up.”
“I am not,” I say, shaking my head. “You’re beautiful. You’ve got the softest, smoothest skin I’ve ever seen. You’re like butter—creamy and delicious and you feel so good.” I move her hands aside and trail slow kisses over her tummy and hips. “Trust me, I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t want to. There’s nothing I’d rather be doing. I’m hard just thinking about it.”
I feel the second her body relaxes and soon we’re both lost in what I’m doing as my tongue skims along the front of her sex. I gently part her legs with my hands, then use my thumbs to tease her as I let my lips drift along the insides of her thighs. She gasps when I put my mouth over her and suck, then slid my tongue inside.
Groaning with lust at the taste of her, I go deeper with my tongue, causing her hips to buck. She’s greedy for more now. I can tell she wants me to thrust deeper so I oblige her, pushing my tongue in farther, then pulling back with long, slow drags before plunging in again. Deeper, harder, over and over until soon, she comes undone, grabbing my hair and pressing herself against my tongue as she cries out. “Oh yes! Yes!”
When it’s over, I stay here, kissing and licking her as she recovers. “I take it you won’t mind if I do that again?”
“Not a bit. That was…wow.” She smiles down at me, looking completely satisfied.
“Good,” I murmur, kissing her breasts. “Because I’ll never get tired of doing that to you.”
I take one of her breasts into my mouth, sucking and teasing her, then slowly working my way back up to her mouth. I grin at her as I flip onto my back and pull her on top of me in one quick move. She sits facing me on my lap, looking a little shocked at how I just did that. Running my hands up her sides, I let my thumbs graze her breasts as I take in the sight of her nude on top of me like this. My cock aches to be inside her now but I have to let her set the pace.
Addison takes her turn teasing me now. Lowering her mouth close to mine, she comes close to kissing me, but then pulls back. Again and again she lets me chase her before sneaking out of range. Then she sits up, straightening her back so I can get a perfect view of her again. She grinds her hips into my lap and I let out a low growl.
Reaching behind her, she takes my cock in her hand, and guides it along her wet sex, slowly, back and forth until I can hardly take it anymore. She positions herself over me and lowers her hips, taking in my smooth length like a diver plunging into water. Addison’s legs part even more and her hips move in long drags, drawing me in even deeper with each thrust.
She lowers her face over mine, her hair falling around me as she kisses me. Her pace speeds up and she rides me hard now, faster, longer, deeper. I grip her hips with my fingers, pressing into her soft flesh and slowing her down a little so I don’t come too soon, but it’s no use. She’s an unstoppable force, squeezing and soaking my cock, rubbing against me until she erupts with a loud orgasm that takes me over the edge with her. Her body tenses and releases as she gives in to the pleasure of our two bodies together.
When she finishes, I pull her down on top of me, letting her head rest on my chest, feeling her heart beating quickly against me.
“I love you, Addie. I won’t stop loving you.”
She lifts her head off me so she can kiss me on the lips.
We make out like this, our tongues moving together until I feel myself growing hard again. Flipping us over again, I’m now on top of her and she’s looking up at me with a lusty smile. This is real. She is real. She’s mine.
I move over her easily, my hips rocking us both, slowly edging us toward that point of pure connection. There’s no hurry for either of us. I feel her tight, wet pussy throbbing with desire and squeezing my hard length. It’s the best feeling I’ve ever known. And then, the moment arrives, our mouths never parting as we feel the pleasure flow through from one to the other and back. When it’s over, I lay on top of her, our bodies glistening with sweat and gratification. This is like no other love I’ve known.
I roll us both onto our sides, our bodies still tangled, me still buried inside her, as we recover, naked and warm.
“I love you, Henry,” she whispers.
We doze together like this for a long while before our bodies start moving together again and we find ourselves back in that place that belongs only to us.
***
The next morning, we linger in bed until close to noon, making love and talking. I order a huge breakfast to be brought to the room and when it arrives, we both eat like we haven’t seen food in weeks. Addison feeds me a bite of her chocolate crepe with raspberry sauce and then follows it up with a long kiss that makes me forget how hungry I am. Taking a dollop of whipped cream off her plate, I undo her robe and place some on each of her nipples, then stare at her breasts
before sucking it off.
“Oh, God, that feels so amazing,” she says.
“Tastes amazing, too.” I slide myself down the bed a bit, then take some more cream, spread her thighs and lather it on her sweet pussy. “I have a feeling this will taste better though.”
Addison lays back and runs her hands over her breasts while I lap up the whipped cream, then thrust my tongue inside her. I keep my eyes open and watch her as she tugs on her nipples and pinches them while I make circles around her clit with my tongue. It doesn’t take long before she comes again, her creamy pussy throbbing as she bucks her hips. When she’s done, I kiss my way up to her face and say, “Have I mentioned how much I love you?”
“You may have, but tell me again.”
“I love you more than anyone.”
Her smile is my reward as I lower my body over hers and she wraps her legs around my waist. Thrusting my cock into her wet pussy, I watch her while I fuck her so I can memorize every expression, every moan, every smile. Our bodies move together in unison as we rock our way to ecstasy. “We’re made for each other,” I whisper, leaning down to nibble on her earlobe.
“I can’t believe this is happening.”
“But it is, Addison. This is real.”
Chapter 11
Addison
It’s been over a month since Henry and I got engaged and I still have to pinch myself to believe any of this is happening. Staring at my ring helps too. My enormous diamond that would pay for my entire education and then some. I’m still working at the café, even though Henry keeps trying to convince me I don’t need to. He wants me to concentrate on school but it just doesn’t feel right to me to take money from him. I know once we’re married, he’ll be the one paying the bills, but I’m not his wife yet and I’m not going to sponge off of him in the meantime, although I have stayed at his apartment every night since we got engaged.
I yawn and glance at the clock. It’s almost closing time and Henry, Johan, and Gabriel are the only ones left again tonight. Monday nights are usually slow and this one is no exception, so tonight I was in charge of putting up the Christmas decorations. It’ll be Thanksgiving next week and Rebecca wanted the place to look festive. Decorating was really fun actually. I put on some classic Christmas tunes and the guys helped me put up the fake tree and hang all the ornaments.
Wiping down the tables, I hum along to Tony Bennett, happier than I think I’ve ever been. Henry closes his textbook and slides out of his usual booth, then walks over to me. Taking the cloth from my hand, he drops it on the table, pulls me into his arms and starts dancing. I laugh, pressing my head into his chest as he sways to the music and sings along to Winter Wonderland. He nuzzles my neck while we dance and pretty soon I’ve forgotten I’m at work at all.
He slides his cheek along mine, then lets his mouth hover just over mine. “Let me help you clean up so we can get out of here.”
“Deal.”
Breaking apart, he finishes wiping the tables down, while I flip the sign on the door to ‘closed’ and start cashing out. Ten minutes later, we’re bundled up and on our way, holding hands as we start for the bank. A soft snow begins to fall and it all feels so magical to me, I could burst with happiness.
“Addison, I have something I need to ask you.”
His tone has me a bit worried but I try to stay calm. “Okay, but just so you know, the answer is most likely yes.”
“Good, because this is important.” He stops walking and I do the same. Turning to me, he says, “I want you to come home with me for Christmas.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes. I want my parents to meet you.”
I swallow my fear and try for a confident smile, even though inside I’m freaking out at the thought of trying to fit in at the palace. “Of course.”
“You look worried,” he says, narrowing his eyes a bit.
“Well, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous. I mean, what if they don’t approve of me?”
“I really couldn’t give a rat’s arse if they don’t. I’m marrying you, not them,” he pulls me in for a kiss. “Besides, I know they’ll grow to love you.”
“They’ll love that their son, the heir to the throne, is marrying an American waitress who grew up dirt poor?”
“They’ll love that I found someone strong and smart and who cares about other people the way they do. They’ll love that you’re a hard-worker and that you’ve whipped their lazy, loafing around, no-good son into shape finally.”
I smile even though I have a sense of dread. “I hope so.”
***
One Month Later
So this is really happening. I am sitting on a private jet, staring out the window as we fly over a small island that my fiancé will rule one day. As it comes into view, I suck in a deep breath at how beautiful it all looks. There’s a fresh blanket of snow and the houses and shops are like something out of a fairy tale. There are no skyscrapers, only two- to four-story buildings that I can only describe as quaint. Beyond the small city, mountains stand tall, lined with evergreen trees.
“There’s our house,” Henry says, pointing to an enormous palace set on the top of a huge hill. He smiles excitedly, then points to a nearby mountain. “Oh, and we can go skiing while you’re here. Have you been skiing before?”
I shake my head, feeling very nervous. Last week, Henry broke it to me that we’ll be attending his cousin’s wedding, which to be honest, has me freaking out. It was one thing when I thought I’d be spending a quiet Christmas with his parents but this is a whole other thing entirely. I’m going to be introduced to every royal and otherwise rich and important person in the kingdom. And I just know they’ll take one look at me and know I’m trailer trash.
Henry kisses my cheek. “Well, I’ll teach you to ski. You’ll be wonderful at it.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because I’ve seen you wind your way through a busy café with a tray of hot drinks without spilling a drop. You have excellent balance,” he says, rubbing his thumb on my chin. “Relax. You’re going to be brilliant.”
“I wish I had your confidence.”
“Tell you what. Borrow some of mine until you have more of your own.”
The plane touches down and slows to a stop on the runway. I run my hands over my hair, hoping it looks acceptable in the chignon I put it in a little while ago. I glance at my ring and realize suddenly that wearing this when I meet his parents is a very bad idea. I slide it off and hold it up to Henry. “You keep this for now. Just until your parents have time to get used to the idea of us together.”
He opens his mouth to speak but changes his mind and takes the ring. “You’re so smart. Of course, that’s the right approach.” Sighing, he puts it into his inside jacket pocket. “I hate like hell to have to hide the truth from anyone though. If I had my way, I’d shout it from the roof tops.”
“Soon enough,” I say, with a smile. “But for now, it’ll be our little secret.”
Popping a mint in my mouth, I tell myself to calm down while I wait for the door to open, but my heart is beating so wildly, it feels like it’s going to pop out of my chest. When the door finally opens, the sound of bagpipes comes from outside.
“Oh, yes, I forgot to tell you there’ll be a royal greeting for us.” He stands, pulls on his wool jacket, and holds his hand out to help me up. “You’ve got this, Addison. I promise.”
He helps me put on my black vicuna wool coat that he bought me for the trip, then grips my hand firmly and leads me to the top of the steps, stopping to wave and smile at the crowd. I plaster a smile to my face and give a little wave, hoping I look sophisticated in this new outfit. We make our way down the steps without me tripping over my own feet, so I have to call that a victory. But then, I come face to face with his parents and my heart drops to my knees.
His mother is beautiful, she looks far too young to have a grown son. She’s dressed in a long fur coat and a matching hat, and her eyes are icy when she gla
nces at me.
Henry gives her a kiss on each cheek and says, “Mother, lovely to see you. This is Addison Cooke.”
Her mouth drops open for a second, then she clams it shut, looking furious as she nods at me. I curtsy awkwardly but don’t say anything because Johan told me only to speak to the king and queen if they address me first. Since she hasn’t said anything, I hold my tongue.
The king and Henry then shake hands, as though they’re business acquaintances instead of father and son. The King says, “Henry, glad you could make it home.” He looks at me and nods. “Ms. Cooke, welcome to Tanovia.”
But I feel anything but welcome…
***
“You all right?” Henry asks as soon as we have a moment alone. It’s late evening now and he has sneaked into the guest bedroom where I’ve been told I’ll be sleeping. We haven’t had a chance to talk since we got off the plane. We were taken to the palace where a large group of Henry’s relatives and some family friends were waiting to greet Henry. I found myself standing alone against the curtains for the better part of the afternoon while well-dressed people whisper and stare at me from across the large living room. At dinner, I’m seated about twenty people down and across from Henry at the enormous table. He was seated next to a young woman who very clearly wants to be the future queen. He kept looking at me with a very apologetic expression as she fawned all over him and glared at me.
He crosses the room quickly and pulls me in for a long hug. “I’m so sorry. I had hoped my family would be more welcoming, but they’ve been just awful to you.”
“It’s okay. It’s not your fault.” I tear up and fold myself into his chest, not wanting him to see my face. I need to be brave.