by Mia Ford
Her beautiful eyes darkened in the seduction of the moment, but she still held a glimmer of sass, as she always did. Between her beautiful body, the person growing in her belly, and the immense amount of passion I had for her, I could barely wait to feel me fill her up completely. I reached up and took her face in my hands, pulling her down for another kiss. As our lips met, I moved my hips, grinding against her. She moaned quietly in my mouth, and I turned, flipping her on her back and hovered over top of her. I leaned down and kissed her soft lips. Slowly, I slipped inside of her and moved back and forth gently. I could feel her body wrap tightly around mine, and we moved with our eyes locked and our lips grazing.
“I love you, Adriana Dobromil,” I whispered.
“I love you too, King Dobromil,” she cooed.
And then we made love.
21
Adriana
Honeymoon
My feet were planted in the warm sands as I looked out over the crystal blue waters stretched out in front of me. Milos had surprised me with our own personal honeymoon to celebrate our “real” marriage to each other, and I had been whisked away to the South Pacific where I found myself relaxed on a small island away from everyone. The weather was perfect, the sun was shining brightly overhead, and we were able to be completely alone for the first time since he plucked me out of the club and took me to his hotel suite. This time, however, there was no secret plan or ulterior motive. It was just us, showing each other just how much we were in love.
Behind me, some ways from the surf, was what Milos called a cottage, but I considered it more of a manor house, built to look like a beach bungalow. It was white with outdoor carpets, thatched umbrellas, and bright blue doors and shutters. The place was even more impressive on the inside with its sleek marble design and eclectic décor. It was starkly different from the castle.
Just feeling my bare feet on the cold floors was enough to send me into relaxation mode. But it was the beach that really called to me, drawing me to its shores with the promise of warm water on my toes and sunsets too beautiful to describe.
Once we had gotten completely settled back into the castle, life just took off, and Milos wanted to get me out here before the baby was born. I wanted to see what the surprise was before I got too big to waddle, which Milos thought was adorable, but I definitely thought otherwise. I even had a tendency to laugh at myself as I struggled to tie my own shoes, thinking back at my days on the stage. If Sveta could see me now, she’d freak out.
My mother had gotten a lot more supportive, and I was actually excited to have her at the castle. She had become best friends with Milos’s mother, and the two couldn’t stop talking about the baby shower. It was almost driving me nuts. Here, though, under the bright moonlight, I could really relax and forget about all of that for a little while.
I could sense Milos walking up behind me, and I smiled as he wrapped his hands around my waist and rested them on my growing belly. He leaned in and kissed me on the cheek as he let out a deep breath and peered out at the rolling blue waves. The sun had set, and the moon had begun to rise, creating a cascade of colors across the horizon. It was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen.
“Do you like it here?” he asked.
“More than anywhere else I have ever been,” I said, smiling. “It’s absolutely gorgeous here. Can’t we just release our lives back home and live here like beach bums, raising our child in the surf of the beautiful ocean?”
“No,” he said, laughing. “But we can come here anytime you want. I bought this island as a gift for us. It is the place we can come whenever we want to be alone or take a family vacation. Our own little piece of paradise.”
“Really,” I said, turning my head toward his. “That is so perfect, Milos. Thank you. I love this.”
“I thought it would be nice to always have a place we could go that disconnected us from the hustle and bustle of royal life,” he replied, turning me toward him. “Besides, that afternoon in the maze got me thinking.”
“Did it?” I laughed moving in close and feeling his hard cock press into my crotch.
“Yes,” he said, leaning over and kissing my neck. “We can make passionate love right here on the beach, and no one would ever know.”
“I’d like that,” I cooed.
His hands ran down my side to the knot in my bathing suit cover up.
As Milos untied the cloth and pulled it from my body, his tongue skimmed across my neck, and he nibbled on my earlobe. Chills ran down my back, and I turned to face him, running my hands through his hair and pressing my lips against his. I nibbled his bottom lip gently, something I knew really turned him on.
Slowly, we fell to our knees and laid down in the soft warm sands. I watched him intently as he took off his shirt. His tanned skin glistened in the moonlight, and I could feel the warm waves lapping at my feet. He pulled the small triangles of my bikini top from my breasts and squeezed my tits with his hands. The feeling of his skin against my hot body aroused me, and he pulled at my hard nipples.
His hands trailed down my sides to the ties of my bathing suit bottoms. He pulled each string and opened up my suit to reveal my slick, bulging mound. He bit his bottom lip and growled as he softly ran his hand over my pussy lips, parting them, and rubbing his thumb against my clit. I gasped and moaned at the feeling of his skin. I untied his swim trunks and let his rock-solid erection burst from the opening. He took his time playing with my wetness, and I stroked his cock to the sounds of the waves hitting the shore. He closed his eyes as his fingers played over me like a piano, and my soft hands stroked his shaft.
Milos slipped his swim trunks off and tossed them up the beach. Then he leaned forward and kissed my lips, pulling me into a sitting position. He cupped my bouncing tits in his hands and massaged them gently while his cock was still in my palm. He rolled over on his back and pulled me on top of him, looking up at my wild hair and lustful gaze.
I slowly lowered myself down on his cock. I could feel a gush of warmth blow through me as he filled me, and I leaned my head back and moaned. The waves crashed behind me, spraying me with water as I moved my hips slowly against him. There was no rush or hurry as we lay rolling through the waves and the soft sand beneath us. The thrill of outdoor sex sent shivers up my spine as I stared up at the twinkling stars overhead, feeling his hands guide my hips toward ecstasy.
I leaned backward, placing my hands on his thighs and riding him deep and strong while his soft groans filled my ears. I could feel his hands run down my chest, over my belly, and stop as his fingers massaged my wet clit. I whined loudly as the feeling of pleasure surged through me and my hips twisted and turned. With every movement, I wanted more. With every groan from Milos’s lips, I could feel my neediness begin to set in.
“You like that, baby?”
“Yes,” I shouted loudly with desperation.
The sounds of crickets and frogs were drowned out by the echoes of my own moans. I released any inhibitions, letting myself fully drown his cock in my juices. He reached his hands up and pushed me to the side, carefully laying me on the ground and wrapping my legs around his waist. He stroked his cock for several seconds before pushing it back in, slowly at first, and then increasing in speed. His body slammed against mine, and I arched my back in pleasure. The waves lapped up under my body, splashing against my ass and sending waves of arousal through my chest. Milos leaned his body against mine, digging his knees into the sand and thrusting harder. We rolled through the wet sand until I was back on top, and I spread my legs while he pushed and pulled at my waist.
The water splashed up over us, and I laughed loudly as I brushed my hair from my face. We scooted up the beach a bit to keep from drowning, and Milos moved over the top of me, finding his sweet sensibility once again. He ran his hand up my wet leg and pushed two of his fingers inside of me. I groaned at the feeling, and my breath began to pick up once again. The air moved across my nipples, hardening them instantly, and as he fingered my pussy, he
leaned down and bit at them. With each gentle stroke of his hand, I could feel the pressure building inside of me. I grabbed on to his wrist and pulled him on top of me.
“I want to feel you inside of me when I come,” I whispered.
He pushed his cock back into me and thrust hard against my body. My nails scratched down his shoulders as he pushed me further and further toward ecstasy. I started to grind my hips forward, and he pushed his dick hard and groaned at the feeling it sent through both of us. My arms dropped to the ground, and I arched my back, grabbing at the white dust and feeling it slip through my knuckles.
Milos’s body began to tense strongly as he moved faster and faster, pushing into me hard and then pulling back. My moans began to shorten into small bursts of wailing, and I grabbed his shoulders when I screamed with pleasure. The orgasm hit me hard, and I couldn’t control my head from whipping back and my mouth from groaning wildly. I could feel Milos speed up as he felt my juices explode all over his shaft. With several deep thrusts, he growled loudly, and his cock exploded his seed, and his body shivered from the pleasure.
Though his body had achieved its desires, his hips continued to move slowly, and I could feel my pulse race with each thrust. After a few moments, his body collapsed into the sand next to me, and he turned on his back, trying to catch his breath. I put my hand to my chest and laughed softly at how absolutely amazing that felt.
I leaned my head back into the sand and focused on the moon, now high in the night sky. My breathing slowed down, and my pulse lessened, but there was no rush to get up. Instead, Milos reached over and clasped my hand in his, and we lay there watching the bright flashes of shooting stars go over our heads. At that moment, I felt both full of love and very, very tiny in this gigantic universe.
Just a year ago, I was dancing my heart out for money in Prague. Now, I was the future Queen of Silesia, lying next to my husband on my own island in the middle of the Pacific. I reached up and ran my hand over my belly, in awe of how quickly life changed around me. Milos and I had become that perfect couple I never thought existed. He was attentive, loving, and completely ready to start this family. The way our bodies danced across the shore, intertwined with each other, was exactly how I saw our love for each other. We had been through so much in such a small amount of time, that it seemed impossible that anything could come between us at that point. Finally, after so many years, I could say that I absolutely loved my life and everyone in it. And initially misled or not, I had Milos to thank for that.
As the moon glowed in the night sky and we watched the world pass us by, I could feel the bond between us strengthen. That was the exact moment that I let go of all my fears and settled into this beautiful life. I was madly in love, and I would protect that forever.
22
Milos
I lay in the bed with the breeze cascading over me, and I watched Adriana begin to stir. We were so exhausted by the time we got to bed last night, we’d been out cold within minutes. The fabric draped from the bedposts fluttered in the breeze, giving the morning a lazy, dreamlike quality.
I ran my hand up Adriana’s beautiful, smooth back and watched while a smile spread across her lips. I leaned down and kissed her shoulder, admiring how absolutely gorgeous she was.
“Good morning, beautiful,” I whispered.
She groaned and stretched her arms out. “Morning to you, sir.”
“I thought we might grab a quick snack and head out into the woods,” I said, rubbing her shoulders. “I was told there were mango trees and berry plants around here.”
“I love fruit,” she mumbled cutely.
“I know,” I said, laughing as I slipped out of the bed. “I’ll go start the coffee.”
She smiled. “You know just what to say to a girl.” She opened her eyes and watched me cross the room and grab my shorts. “Clothes are optional.”
I laughed.
As soon as the coffee was done and I had pulled the croissants from the oven, we chowed down, hungrier than I thought. It was another beautiful day in paradise. We got dressed and headed out into the woods to hunt for fruit. As we walked along, stepping over fallen branches and staring up into the tropical forest canopy, I couldn’t help but think about how perfect this woman was for me. She was smart, beautiful, kind, and loved everyone around her, except Zlata. Adriana wasn’t a fan, but neither was I. So we had that in common, too.
The sun pushed through the canopy, spreading rays of light across the forest floor. Everything just seemed like it was more than perfect. Adriana pointed to the left where she had found a mango tree. We pulled out our bags and loaded up on sweet, fresh mango, before venturing further into the forest. Along the way, we stopped and picked berries, and Adriana took pictures of the small frogs perched on leaves of the trees.
We must have walked around the entire island by the time we were ready to head back. She stood looking at me with her big eyes and smiled as she sipped from her water bottle. Suddenly, we heard a sound to the right of us, and I put my arm up in alarm, shielding Adriana and the baby. We both crouched down, unaware of what animals inhabited the island, and pushed through the patch of tall, leafy bushes next to us. As we emerged into the small clearing, Adriana gasped and covered her mouth. Swinging, playing, and eating from the low-lying branches of the trees were small monkeys.
“Look at them,” she squealed, very excited. “They are adorable.”
She attempted to walk forward, but I shook my head at her, not wanting her to get injured in any way. I grabbed her wrist and began to climb the large roots of one of the nearby trees. When we had reached its peak, we sat down, swinging our legs beneath us and watching the monkeys swing about around us. They were just as curious as we were, and I couldn’t help but be completely smitten by Adriana’s wide, excited eyes and the cute little chirping sound that escaped her lips.
One of the younger monkeys crept close to us, and Adriana grabbed a mango from her pouch. She reached the fruit toward the furry creature and watched as it slowly reached forward and took the fruit, before running back to the safety of its family.
Adriana kept us in the tree with the monkeys until late in the afternoon, when I could hear her stomach begin to rumble. I smiled as I stood, signaling it was time to make our exit. She gave me a pouty lip but took my hand and walked back toward the leafy bushes. When we had left the monkeys behind, she turned to me smiling.
“Wasn’t that amazing?” she exclaimed. “I never want to leave this place.”
“You weren’t saying that last night when that huge spider crawled across the wall,” I said, laughing. “I’m pretty sure your exact words were, ‘Well, it was a nice place, too bad I’m going to have to burn it down.’”
“If I can go play with monkeys every day, I’ll deal with the giant man-eating spiders,” she said firmly. “Maybe I could train the monkeys to eat the man-eating spiders. Kill two birds with one stone.”
I laughed loudly as we made our way back through the woods toward the beach. Once we were back out in the sun and sand, we lugged our find over to the blanket we had left out and dumped our bags in the middle. I ran inside real fast and grabbed a knife, came back, and started peeling the mangos. We talked about the monkeys, the spiders, and the dolphins we had seen the day before. Adriana explained her theory on dolphins being man’s true best friend, and I just sat and listened intently to every word she said. She was absolutely captivating.
I moved the pile of mango peels and scooted over next to Adriana, wanting to feel her body near me. She fed me a dark red berry, and I fed her a piece of mango. She took in a deep, full breath and shook her head as I offered her another piece. We had eaten so much fresh fruit, it was insane.
“Well,” I said, picking up some berries and squishing them between my fingers. “What will we do with all of this extra fruit?”
I reached my fingers up and ran the berries across her lips, following it with my tongue. I then smeared some on her neck and followed that up as well, with my mou
th. She shivered as my skin touched hers, and immediately, those sparks began to ignite again.
I pulled at her shorts and watched as she slipped them off, revealing she was wearing nothing underneath. She pulled her top over her head, and I licked my lips as her tits bounced out in front of me. I reached down and picked up a mango slice and rubbed it across her nipples. My mouth sucked hard on the sweetness, and my cock bulged at the sounds of her soft moaning.
I watched as she lowered her hand down and grabbed another mango and turned toward me. I pulled off my shirt and my swimming trunks and watched as she bit her lip and ran the mango across my shaft. When the sticky sweetness covered every inch, she smiled coyly and leaned down, licking the juices from every inch of my dick before taking it into her throat.
I groaned, feeling the sides of her mouth and her tongue swirling over my dick. I leaned back and laid down, pulling her body around and rubbing the sticky juices of the fruit between her pussy lips. I pulled her over top of me and tugged down on her hips until she sat firmly on my face. I wildly moved my tongue all over her, making sure to get the last sticky sweetness from her pussy.
She moaned with my cock in her mouth and grabbed on to my thighs. She sat up, smashing a handful of berries in between her palms before grabbing my cock and started to stroke. I thrust my pelvis upward, feeling the wet and sticky sensation running over me. She turned back and glanced over her shoulder at me, smiling mischievously.
“I want to feel you inside me,” she cooed, looking down at my cock.