eady to plunge, and at the same time, I press my thumb into her ass as I drive my length deep and hard into her.
She cries out, and I grip her hip in my free hand. An explosion of clenching muscles surrounds my dick, and I have to hold steady. I’m right there, on the edge of orgasm, but I won’t finish so soon. I thrust forcefully, working her smaller hole at the same time. Her thighs shudder and her knees bend. I push her up with the strength of my rocking.
“Yes… yes…” Her trembling wails drive me on until I’m no longer able to hold back. Taking my thumb away, I grasp both her hips and pull her to me, pulsing and filling her, keeping our bodies flush as it overflows, as the sizzling orgasm snakes through my legs.
Another clench, another pulse. We’re both slick and gasping. My hands move from her hips to her outer thighs, and I unfasten the restraints. I reach forward and lift her to me, still deep inside her.
The mask slips off her eyes, and I turn her face. Her full mouth is against mine, and I pull her lips, driving my tongue inside to find hers, taking no prisoners as I devour her. She’s sweet like cherries with the bite of cinnamon. Delicious.
I take a small step back, sliding out of her, and I reach down to lift her in my arms. She’s weak and flushed, but a satisfied smile curls her lips. I put my knee on the bed and ease us to the center, kissing her again as I cover her body with mine.
She reaches up to thread her fingers in the sides of my hair, and I’m propped on my elbows, my hands on either side of her cheeks. For a few moments we consume each other in a kiss. Warm fires of love and bonding flow between us. She’s passionate and perfect. She’s my fire and ice.
“You took my breath away tonight,” I say, moving my lips along the side of her jaw. “You’re more beautiful every time.”
“I confess I was a little nervous at first.” I lift my head to kiss her again briefly before holding her sparkling aqua gaze. “It’s been so long, I was afraid I’d lost my touch.”
“I was afraid I might blow your cover by beating the shit out of that guy.”
Her perfect nose wrinkles, and she does a little laugh. “He was just like all the others. Trying to cop a feel.”
“And you stole his phone. A very bold move, Miss Wilder.”
That gets me an adorable frown. “It’s Madame Tate.”
Leaning down, I kiss her again. “You bet your ass it is.”
“I’ll return everything tomorrow,” she says, and I smile.
We always manage to get her petty thefts back to their rightful owners anonymously and usually with a little token of apology.
Another several moments drift by. It’s a busy Saturday night, and the soft murmur of the crowd drifts up through the open balcony doors. Behind it is the faint music from the fountain display. I turn her body, pulling her back to my chest so I’m wrapped around her. In addition to our first night out, it’s a bittersweet celebration for Ava. The last of her orphans had been adopted by one of our wealthier families today.
In spite of it all, I can feel my wife’s body not relaxing in my arms, and I can’t resist. “You’re thinking about him.”
She laughs, and when she speaks her voice is pouty. “It’s the first time we’ve left him alone!”
“He’s fed and happy, and the nanny has put him to bed. He’s probably already asleep.”
“I didn’t get to kiss him or sing his little song to him.”
“He’ll survive for one night.”
She’s quiet again, and I move back, turning her so I can see her face. “Do you want to go to the palace?” Her lips twist, and she actually thinks about it. This time I laugh. “If you say yes—”
“No!” She answers quickly, capturing my blue eyes with hers as her lips curl into a smile. “You’re right. He’ll be okay for one night.”
I slide my hand over her cheek before leaning forward to kiss her lightly. “Philip is a lucky little boy.”
“Because he’s a crown prince?”
I shrug. “I suppose, partly.”
Her smile is naughty. “Because he looks just like his incredibly sexy daddy?”
“Because he has a beautiful mother, who drives me crazy with how much she loves him.”
One dark brow arches. “In a good way?”