Heirs trump decorum, I think to myself with a grin.
Ramekins of airy dark chocolate are placed in front of each of us. Zelda takes the first bite and lets out a loud groan. Ava’s shoulders rise as she laughs, but her laughter turns to a sharp inhale as I slide my hand across her slim thigh.
Moving higher up her smooth skin, I meet what I want, the bare lips of her pussy. A little noise squeaks from her, and I slide my finger slowly up and down the line before pulling it away. Leaning to the side, I put the finger in my mouth, and her eyes darken.
“Again,” my mother interrupts our moment by rising from her seat. “Thank you all for joining me for dinner. Zelda, would you escort me to see the princess? Rowan, you should help the queen regent to bed since she isn’t feeling well.”
Across from us, Zelda’s eyes widen, and in my peripheral, I see my wife’s hand rise to cover her mouth.
“Goodnight, Mother,” I say, waiting as the two women leave the room before turning to my dirty girl. The door closes, and I catch her chin, looking deep into her ocean eyes. “Are you really not feeling well?”
“I have a terrible ache deep inside,” she says, reaching o
ut to grasp my arm. I straighten, but she scoots out of her chair onto my lap. “You must take me to bed right away and kiss it better.”
My brow relaxes, and I lean forward to speak in her ear. “Upstairs. Now.”
* * *
Ava is on her back in the center of our king-sized bed. Her dress is tossed up over her breasts, and I’m between her thighs making her moan. I trace my tongue around her hardened clit giving it suck after suck as she threads her fingers in my hair, pulling in time with the jerking of her hips.
Reaching up, I slip two fingers into her clenching wetness. Slowing things down, I rise onto my knees. Her eyes are hot and dilated as I toss my coat aside and unfasten my tie. I loop it around her wrists, and her lips curve into a smile. Pulling her hands over her head, I attach them to the iron headboard. Standing, I remove my pants and boxer briefs. My erection springs free, and I grasp it, moving my hand over the tip as I gaze on my beautiful wife.
She’s lying on the bed, her dress still up around her breasts so I can see all of her, breathless and bound and watching me.
“You are so fucking gorgeous,” I say, consuming her with my eyes. I’m aching to be inside her, but the anticipation heightens the release.
Stepping to the foot of the bed, I slide my hands under her ass and roll her over. Her arms are now crossed, and I pull the zipper of her dress down slowly, feathering kisses along the skin of her back as I go. She exhales a moan.
“You surprised me tonight at dinner.” My mouth is at the arch of her back, and she moans again. “I liked it.”
Moving her legs apart, I trace my fingers along her inner thighs. Her ass rises the closer they get to the center, and I smile at her eagerness. I trace my finger along her wetness, pausing to make a circle around her rigid clit.
“Rowan,” she gasps. “Please…”
“I love to hear you beg.” Leaning forward, I kiss her bare ass just before I put my teeth on it and give her a gentle bite.
She jumps and makes another little cry. Her body is arched and straining, and precum seeps from my tip. I can’t make us wait anymore.
“I wish I had that belt,” I say, and she makes another little noise.
Kissing her again, I get on my knees behind her, catching her by the hipbones and moving her closer. Holding my dick, I’m lined up right with her core when I thrust hard and deep.
“Oh!” she cries, and I give her ass a slap. She jumps and clenches, and pleasure shoots up my legs.
“Yes,” I hiss. “Work me, baby. Let me feel you.”
Another, harder slap as I pound deeper, and her insides erupt into a shower of spasms, pulling and massaging me. She’s coming hard, and my eyes close. My ass tightens at the sensation of her body coaxing my eruption from me.
Leaning my head back, I hammer her hard, stopping to hold steady as my orgasm hits. The pulsing waves of bliss move through me, and I reach down, grasping my shaft and milking out every last bit of come.
Reaching for the tie, I loosen her arms, helping her bring them to her sides. I rub her shoulders still easing down from the galaxies above, and she turns her head to look up at me. A lazy smile is on her lips, and I pull out, dropping to the bed beside her and gathering her into my arms.
“I would do anything for you,” I say, touching her chin with my thumb. “What do you want? Name it.”
Her perfect nose wrinkles, and she reaches out to place her palm on my bearded cheek. “I already have everything I want. I have you, I have this beautiful life, and now we’re having a baby.”
Warmth expands in my chest, and I pull her to me. “Sleep, my angel. I have to check on Cal, but I’ll be back.”