The sound of the water soothed my chest as we rowed along in the mossy waterway. The sunlight hit Adriana just right, and it sparkled through her golden curls. She smiled as we passed several ducks swimming along, and I felt a strong warmth in my chest for her and her beauty. There was something about this girl that pressed at my core, and I didn’t know what I was going to do with that feeling. While I was away, I couldn’t get her face out of my head, and since I had returned, the feeling had grown even stronger. Her vibrant smile and adorable giggle had a way of lighting up the world around her, and it sucked me in immediately.
“Did you enjoy your time here as a child?” She was curious about my life, and even though I wanted to tell her everything, something still held me back.
“It was a lot of politics, even as a small child,” I explained. “But on those few rare moments I was able to slip away from the castle and the teachers, I would transform the world around me into a story that suited me better than fancy suits and noblemen. My father would tell me stories of, what he called, the true noblemen of the old days. They were warriors, not stuffed shirt snobs that took their tea a specific way. Those stories made me want to be a true soldier. Well, at least when I was younger.”
I could tell Adriana was holding back a smirk as we rowed along, talking about my childhood fantasies. I guess if I were her, I would have a hard time reconciling the child I described with the man I had become. However, as we pulled to shore and walked into the second part of the gardens, I couldn’t help but find that part of me felt like that young boy again, and I knew it had to be Adriana who made me feel that way.
13
Adriana
With such an enchanted place creating the perfect backdrop, it was difficult to keep my mind locked in behind that wall I had built up since everything happened. Milos was back to being that absolutely charming Prince he had shown himself to be since the beginning. Hearing the stories of his childhood and watching as his eyes lit up through the stories he told was almost too much to handle. I was sure that it had to have been difficult growing up in the spotlight, always being hounded by media, and having your family expect perfection from you. It made sense that Milos had a difficult time just being himself without shrouding it with charm and fake smiles. But still, his inability to let loose with me on a regular basis made it hard for me to really trust him. The last thing I wanted was to spend another night like the night before, alone in my chambers with a broken heart, fearing my choices.
After we had finished rowing through the mossy moat, Milos pulled the canoe back up on to the shore, and I watched as he tipped it against the large willow on the edge of the banks. He walked toward me with a pleasant smile on his face, and I followed him toward what looked to be a hedge maze. As we rounded the corner into the tall covering of the bushes, he took my hand, and immediately, I felt heat rise into my belly. We walked along quietly, feeling the pull between us as it grew stronger and stronger with each step. The maze was perfectly trimmed and hedged all along the path, and I felt like I had wandered into a magical world hidden on the castle grounds. There were small birds tucked beneath the thick grasses, and I looked around in wonderment as we moved deeper and deeper into the maze.
The sun was shining high in the Silesian sky as we walked hand in hand. I looked up at Milos who flashed me a mischievous smile before darting forward, pulling me through the twists and turns of the maze. Though I was completely lost at that point, I could tell that Milos had memorized the entire maze. As we made one last left turn, Milos sprinted forward through the long tunnel, laughing childishly. I smiled and chased after him.
As I reached the end, I watched as the tunnel opened up into a beautiful courtyard. The ground was green and mossy, and in the center, was a beautiful fountain that allowed the waters of Silesia to billow over the round marble ball on the top.
“This was where I had my best ideas,” he said loudly as he reached his arms over his head. “They never could find me in this maze.”
“It’s beautiful,” I said.
“It is,” Milos said as he turned toward me, his eyes darkening.
Butterflies erupted in my chest and stomach as his face grew serious and he walked over to me. He lifted his hands to my face and leaned down, pressing his lips hard against mine. I couldn’t resist and allowed myself to fall into his kiss. His mouth was warm and needy, and all I could think was that I wanted more. He reached his hand around my waist and lifted me up into the air as he kept his lips firmly pressed against mine. His tongue slipped between my lips, and I opened my mouth and allowed him to taste my tongue. Milos reached down and scooped me up in his arms, and he knelt down into the moss. For a moment, he hovered with his hands clutched beneath me and his lips moving wildly over mine. Slowly, he ducked down, and he set me gently down in the grass and pulled himself over me. The moss was cool and soft beneath my body, and I looked around for any sight of prying eyes.
“Relax,” he whispered into my ear as he fiddled with the buttons on my dress. “We are all alone out here, and I don’t want to wait to taste you.”
His words were like fire. I melted under his fingertips immediately. There was something wild and erotic about fucking him in the open. I gazed up at the blue skies, not knowing when someone could walk around the corner. Milos sat up, finished unbuttoning my dress, and looked down at my body as each side of fabric slid down beside me. He ran his hands down my bare breasts and felt my hard nipples in his palms.
I arched my back and licked my lips as his hands continued further down my stomach and rubbed over my moistened mound through my silk panties. I moaned softly as I grabbed the grass and moss at my sides. I could see Milos restrained himself, as he tried to prolong this session and make me beg for him to be inside of him. What he didn’t realize was I had already seen that coming and built my resistance strong.
I watched as Milos pulled his polo over his head, and his muscles flexed and glimmered underneath the afternoon sun. I bit my lip as he scooted down and began to move his mouth over my stomach and pulled at my panties with his hands. I lifted my ass in the air and watched the silk material sparkle down my legs and into a pile
in the grass. The cool breeze washed over my sopping pussy, and the warmth of his mouth around it pushed me into a tizzy. Slowly he pushed his tongue into my wetness and ran it up and down through my pussy. The feeling was almost enough to make me explode right there but I took a deep breath and opened my legs wider, letting him know he was invited.
He groaned as he sopped it up. “I love the way you taste. You like my tongue on you?”
“Yes,” I moaned as my back arched again.
“Move those hips like that stripper you once were,” he groaned. If I hadn’t been completely immersed in ecstasy, I might have taken offense, but his dirty talk aroused me more than even his tongue could.
I picked my hips up from the grass and grabbed onto his hair, shoving him into me and grinding against his face. His smoothly shaven skin was soft against mine, and I felt him reach up as he slid two fingers inside of me and rubbed his other hand up my body between my tits. I pushed harder against his head as I moaned loudly and fucked his face in the grass and moss. He groaned into my pussy as my wetness continued to increase until it was dripping from my body. Faster and faster he fingered me while he ran his tongue over my clit and plunged in with his fingers. I could feel the orgasm building higher, but I kept it suppressed, wanting to feel more of his mouth.
He sat up and began to quickly unbuckle his pants, obviously giving in to the urge to plow into me, but I sat up and pushed him down, pulled off his clothes, and sat on his face. He grabbed my hips and groaned as my pussy grazed over his mouth. I reached out and grasped his rock-hard cock in both hands and leaned over, taking it into my mouth. His groan vibrated through my mound, and I screamed out, feeling myself close to the edge. I lifted myself upward trying to gather control, but he grabbed my hips and pulled me back down onto his face. I sat up and ran my hands up my breasts, giving in as I ground harder against his mouth. As I reached my peak, he began to finger me hard and fast while he sucked on my clit, which caused my orgasm to spiral out of control. I arched my back and squeezed my tits, screaming loudly.
Just as my body began to untense, he pushed me down him until I hovered over his cock. I bit my lip and slid down the shaft. I felt him filling me up completely. He growled loudly behind me and grabbed onto the ground below him and watched me grind on his cock as I faced the fountain. I looked around the open space in front of me and became aware of how public we really were. However, instead of feeling timid and tense, I felt completely aroused and pushed down his shaft, harder and faster. There was something free and erotic about sex in public, something I didn’t know that I liked until that moment.
“Bend forward,” he growled as he pushed on my back.
I reached forward and grabbed his ankles as I pushed backward and forward over and over. He reached up and grabbed onto my ass and ran his thumb through my cheeks. I moaned loudly at the sensation, making him grab my hips and push me forward and back at a faster pace. Milos sat up slightly as he ran his fingers down my back, before pulling out of me and pushing my body down on the ground. He grabbed my legs and slid them apart and leaned into my body as he thrust forward through my wetness. I laid my cheek on the cool ground and reached my arms forward, digging into the soil with my nails. I moaned loud in short bursts that matched his motions. He reached underneath me and pulled my ass higher in the air. I spread my legs outward and steadied my knees underneath.
Slowly, he pulled in and out, feeling my sopping pussy contract and release around his massive erection. I could tell he was holding back, and I arched my back, giving him more access to go deeper. I wanted it so bad, I could taste it, but he wasn’t willing to give in to the pleas my body was making. I could feel every inch of his cock as he slid it slowly in and out of me. He grabbed on to the back of my neck and pushed in deep with a loud groan.
“I want to make you come,” I moaned.
“You will,” he gasped. “But not until I feel that wetness around my cock.”