my mouth.
I try to concentrate on his cock, wetting my lips and covering my teeth with my tongue. I try not to worry about what Lars is doing, try not to focus on every single stroke of his tongue.
It’s very difficult, though. I run my tongue around his cock and carefully pump my fist up and down his length. I can feel my inner spring winding up, becoming taut. I am aware of his clever finger slipping down to my ass again, penetrating it with just the tip.
Fuck, I think, it feels good so damn good. I moan against the tip of his cock. He works his whole finger inside my ass, and I am suddenly aware of the sensation of fullness. The knowledge that I’m going to come soon pops into my mind, and it makes it very difficult to try to pay attention to sucking his cock.
I pause and raise my head, eliciting a groan from him. “I’m close,” I whisper.
He moans and doubles down on my clit. I sigh as I sink my mouth down on his cock again, moving my hand in time with my tongue. His taste changes a little, grows saltier as I moan around his cock.
“Oh god,” I whisper. What he’s doing with his mouth and his naught finger up my ass feels so good. I can’t take it anymore. “Oh god, I’m—"
Suddenly I erupt, going over the precipice into a world of pleasure. He starts to come right after me, emptying lash after lash of his salty cum into my mouth, getting a lot of it on my face.
When we finally slow, I slide off his face, pushing myself upright. I finally get that moment I’ve been waiting for, watching him lick and wipe away the moisture from his mouth and chin.
I lean over and kiss him deeply, loving that I can taste myself on his lips and tongue. He starts chuckling, high on endorphins. I giggle sheepishly, laying down beside him.
He grins and holds me close, his breathing still ragged. No words pass between us, but none are really needed. I’ve never been achingly are of the fact that I love someone before, but I would definitely say that’s what I’m feeling just now.
We just lie there, basking in each other’s afterglow. I curl up on my side, laying my head against his chest, and try my best to breathe through my feelings.
30
Pippa
The weekend goes too fast. One minute, I am in Monte Carlo, buried in Lars is arms. The next moment I blink and everything is changed. Suddenly I am looking at a sea of people in the royal palace, blinking as Lars steps close to me, sliding his arm around me. I barely remember getting dressed for this event, but here I am, wearing a shimmering pink floor length gown, blinking into a photographer's flashes. Lars is just beside me, wearing his tux. He leans close, whispering in my ear.
“Are you okay?”
I lick my lips, looking up at him. He looks back down at me, his eyes concerned. I want to do nothing but smooth those worry lines from the corners of his eyes. I smile instead, though it feels a little forced.
“I'm fine,” I say. “I was just wondering how our weekend away went so fast.”
A slow smile spreads over his face. “I can think of a couple of ways how a whole day or two might slip away…"
I give him and knowing look. “I bet you can.”
The photographer who is shooting our pictures calls for our attention. “Your highness? If you could just look over here for a another minute…”
I look forward, repressing a sigh. We are off to one side of the ballroom that we’re in, having our official engagement photos taken. Just outside the thin screens set up by the photographer, the crowd mills around. People laugh, I hear the clinking of glasses together. It's the same as it ever has been, the same as the last five parties that we attended here as an engaged couple.
I glance that Lars, wondering how he doesn't lose his mind with boredom. I thought that I knew exactly what his life entailed, but I had no idea that he was sheltering me from so many boring royal events.
One of the camera flashes catches me off guard and I wrinkle my whole face up. ?Can we be done?” I asked the photographer. “Please, you've gotten at least fifty good photos of us together. Surely that's enough.”
I feel Lars’s fingers