My legs splay out and my eyes roll back as I tumble over the edge, carried away on a tide of pleasure. The surging climax squeezes my body tight and lets go, only to come again, each one more intense than the last, until I’m quivering and whimpering and can barely breathe. When he finally explodes inside me I jerk and shudder, too exhausted to do more than lie there and moan.
Kristoff wraps his arms around me. He pulls me onto my side with him, so his cock is still inside me. I wriggle my hips and press against him, my sweaty back sticking to his chest. He flicks my nipple and my whole body jerks, and he starts laughing, wild and free, like a young man. I feel young, too. I start giggling and it turns into a gale of laughter and I wiggle my butt against him, using my * to tweak his still-sensitive cock. Payback for my nipple, you jerk.
He wraps the covers around us and sets my crown on the bed next to me, turning and fiddling with it with his fingers.
“You look glorious in your crown, my lady.”
I think addressing him as my lord husband is a little silly, but it’s too cute not to. Unfortunately all I can manage is an mmmm. It’s going to be a few minutes before I can summon my voice.
He finally draws out of me and I turn around to face him, lying in his arms. I like sniffing him after he fucks me. I bury my face in his armpit and breathe in, and he playfully pushes at me and tickles my ribs, trying to stop me. We end up rolling around on the bed until we’re wrapped in the covers and I’m leaning on his chest, my chin propped on my hand as I admire him.
Like an overexcited boy, he can’t keep his hands from my chest. It’s like every time he puts his hands there he’s shocked to discover that I have boobs, and he squeezes them like it’s the first time he’s ever touched them. I slip my legs around him and bend down to kiss him and his hands wrap around my back.
He doesn’t have to tell me, I just know. He likes the feeling of the soft weight of my breasts on his chest, and he likes it when I tense my stomach and grind on him, rubbing myself against his stomach. My ginger-red pubes absolutely fascinate him, as do my freckles.
He starts licking my shoulder.
“What are you doing?”
“I wonder, can I rub the spots off?”
“That tickles, quit it.”
Telling him it tickles only makes it worse. Soon he’s hard again and I’m wet and pulsing, and I take him inside me. I stay on top this time and ride slowly, savoring him. I’m not going to stop until he’s too sore to continue.
“Come for me,” I beg him softly. “Come, my prince.”
He does, his body jerking sharply as instinct takes over and his thrust lifts me up. I roll my hips forward and back, urging him to give me every drop.
He pulls me down on top of him, panting, and I lie there for a while, rising and falling as he breathes.
I don’t care about my nakedness anymore. The firelight casts a healthy glow on my pale skin, slick with a sweaty sheen. I feel like I’ve been sitting in a sauna, I’m so sweaty.
He holds me tight and whispers to me and strokes me and pets me, and I forgive him when he falls asleep after a while.
I bite my lip and slip out of the bed. He stirs and his eyes flutter open, and he turns to watch me pad bare-assed naked across the room to the cabinet on the far side.
“What are you doing?”
I grab the little bottle of lube I asked my handmaid (by the way, I have handmaids now) to tuck away for me and hide it in my hand, pressed to my chest, as I saunter back to the bed, swaying my hips in an exaggerated motion as I bite my lip and lock gazes with him.
Gently I push on his legs and he spreads them, his face a mix of anticipation and curiosity. I squeeze lube into my palm and start stroking his cock, slowly and patiently, feeling every pulse of his heart as he comes to full hardness in my hands.
I settle my crown on my head and kneel before his slicked-up cock, and smile.
“I want to give you my wedding gift, my prince,” I purr, inwardly amazed that I’m pulling this off the way I planned it without turning into a stuttering idiot. “Your princess belongs to you. All of her.”
I slick his cock up with even more lube and turn around, kneeling. I arch my back and push my butt out and give it a little wiggle, grinning at him over my shoulder as I kneel between his legs.
Sitting back, I take him in my hand. His cock glides naturally between my ass cheeks and presses at my rosebud, the pressure building as I ease back into him. I feel his whole body going tense as I sit back and then all of a sudden he glides inside me.
I stop, shuddering and gasping. Holy hell, this feels weird.
“My princess…”
“I like it,” I groan, taking him deeper. “Just go slow for me, okay? Really slow, it’s…fuck, you’re huge.”
I lean forward as he sits up, piling pillows and covers under myself, hugging them as he takes control, entering me deeper. As he takes me it feels like I’ve forgotten how fucking enormous he is, and feel more than a twinge of fear at the thought of him putting that monster all the way in my body.
That is the hottest thing, the way I feel at his mercy. I’ve given myself completely to him, he owns me now and there’s nothing left.