by Vivian Wood
I trace my fingers down his stomach and toward the elastic of his boxer briefs, it jumps again. “I’m really trying to let you do your thing here, little witch. But you’re really fucking killing me.”
I am killing him? That seemed impossible, but yet, the evidence is right in front of me. A shiver of excitement runs up my spine and I can feel dampness seeping from my slit.
“Fuck,” he breathes as I run my hands over the outline of his hard cock over his boxer briefs. “I can’t fucking wait to get inside of you.”
He flips me onto my back and presses his body to mine, kissing me deeply and tracing the neckline of my tank top as he runs his other hand up and down my thigh. I moan as he reaches the edge of my shorts and grasps at the fabric. He rolls my shorts over my ass, down my legs and then kicks them off the bed without breaking the kiss.
“Pippa,” he said softly. “Look into my eyes for a second.” I open my eyes and he drinks me in, running one hand up and down my side, leaving goosebumps in his wake.
“I’m trying to go slow here, little witch. But you’re making it very, very hard for me.” He reaches for my hand, pulling it to the bulge in his boxer briefs. “See what you do to me?”
I look into his eyes and slowly nod.
He kisses my neck. “I need to hear you say it, Pippa.”
“I see,” I breathe softly. I shape his cock inside his boxer briefs and he lets out a soft moan.
“Oh, little witch. You are such trouble.” He kisses down my neck, planting soft kisses and nips between his words. “I can’t wait to taste you again.”
He looks up at me, one hand tracing my nipple through my shirt. I bite my lip, unable to form words because of the sensations he is eliciting in my body.
He is still teasing my nipples, planting soft kisses on the exposed skin on my stomach.
I barely manage a nod. My skin is on fire everywhere he touches me, aching for more. Each stroke on my nipples caused my pussy to clench and I am pretty sure that by now, my panties are drenched. I would be embarrassed, if I can bring myself to think that far, but all my thoughts are completely wrapped in what he is making me feel.
His hands slide my panties down and my tank top disappears over my head. I am now completely naked in front of the most gorgeous man on the planet.
If this were anyone else, I would be trying to cover up. But the way that Lars is looking at me, his blue eyes grown dark with lust, makes me feel sexy, desirable and beautiful.
He drinks me in with his eyes, growling softly as his fingers stroke my dripping slit.
“God, Pippa. You’re so fucking wet.” He brings his glistening fingers to his lips and licks my juices off the tips of his fingers. He closes his eyes and lets out a low moan as he tastes me on his hands. “Fucking delicious, little witch. So sweet. I can’t wait to taste you.”
All I can focus on is his fingers that are now playing with my clit, teasing my seam.
He kisses me deeply, hungrily. I can feel his rock hard cock digging into my hip. I moaned loudly, still unable to form any words.
“Fuck, Pippa. I’ve never cum from just sounds before, but if you keep that up, that might change. Breathe, little witch…” His voice is husky, low.
I follow his advice, taking a deep breath to clear my ridiculously, pathetically aroused mind enough to whimper, “For fuck’s sake, Lars. You’re killing me. Taste me! Or fuck me! Do something, anything…” I beg.
He lifts me as if I weigh nothing at all, moving me up the bed. Then he drops his whole body down low, kissing his way across my stomach and making me writhe.
He licks slowly but hungrily along my seam. Up and down, sucking in my lips, darting his tongue into my pussy, before starting all over again. He let out a low moan again. “So fucking sweet, Pippa.” He groans before taking my sensitive clit in his mouth, sucking lightly, his tongue flicking against my bud.
His tongue reduces me to a shivering, moaning maniac. I try to buck my hips against him, unable to contain myself any longer, but his strong hands on my hips kept me in place. He licks and sucks until I see nothing but stars and fireworks, feeling like I am about to fly away if it wasn't for him anchoring me down.
Far too soon, the pressure that had been building up inside my releases into a ball of light, my mind shattering in every different direction possible. I scream his name, digging my fingers into his shoulders and tugging at his hair.
He keeps licking until he wrings every last drop of pleasure from my body. He crawls up and kisses me as he slips his boxer briefs off. I can feel the tip of his cock against my entrance, positioned perfectly to slide into me. He doesn’t though, he kisses me hard and I can taste myself on his lips. Somehow, it just arouses my even more. I moan into his mouth and hear a low sound at the back of his throat.
“I want you inside of me,” I say, my voice coming out in a breathy whine. “Please, Lars.”
He lets out a low growl, but doesn’t say any more. I can feel his hard cock gently pushing against at my entrance. He slides in slowly, watching my every facial expression, seemingly gauging my every move.
“Fuck, so tight,” he breathed as he edged in, still very slowly. He’s so fucking big but the delicious fullness and pleasure at having him inside my outweighed the discomfort. I cling to him and run my hands through his hair and down his back.
When he is all the way in, he stops, driving me crazy. His muscles are taut, eyes blazing with need, but he doesn’t act on it. He is huge, but I need to feel him move already.
“Okay there, little witch?”
“I’m fine, Lars. I need to feel you!” I manage, my voice breathy. “Fuck me, Lars.”
At that, it is as if his resolve breaks and he starts moving.
Slowly at first, but it is the most incredible feeling I have ever experienced. Pleasure fills my body, taking over every inch of me. The entire world has disappeared and all that exists is the feeling of him in me, his body on mine, breathing deeply and softly growling and moaning into my ear, kissing me and whispering to me.
He rocks into me with perfect rhythm, with just the right amount of depth. I can feel the pressure building again. His breathing is ragged now and I can feel his muscles start to shake as he thrust into me more forcefully, but still taking care not to hurt my. He is nearly there, and I am right there with him.
A final thrust and my world is shattering into a million pieces again as the knot that has been building inside me releases. All those things I'd ever heard and read about mind-blowing orgasms could not compare to this. To him.
He nip at my bottom lip as his eyes roll back, his muscled shoulders flexing and thighs quivering as he filled me. I felt his orgasm pour into me, his cock twitching deep inside of my body. And it is the most exquisite thing that I've ever felt.
He presses his lips against mine and pulls me into a long, deep kiss.
19
Lars
Once I convinced Pippa to fuck me, she was insatiable. We would fuck for hours and hours, catching a quick nap or a bite to eat before tearing into each other again. It felt like something that had been brewing between us ever since I laid eyes on her.
For as long as I have known Pippa, I’ve been half in love with her. And now I had her in my sights. Hell, I had her in my bed, screaming my name.
I was not eager to let her go again.
The only thing that came close to marring our time together was Pippa’s mysterious, unspoken boundaries. If I held her for too long after sex, she would squeeze out of my hold and act skittish about it.
But when I dangled the carrot of fucking in front of her again, she was on board. On board… and hungry for more.
For three days, I canceled my royal duties and just focused on Pippa. Even I am pushed to my limit, operating on almost no sleep.
I’m still sad to leave that little cabin, though. Even for this tour of the European Space Agency’s facilities here in Denmark, which is pretty exciting.
As I place a hand on Pippa’s lowe
r back and rush her up to the European Space Agency building, she glances at my dark blue uniform. I shoot her a questioning look.
“What?” I ask.
She wrinkles her nose, plucking at the hem of her dark dress. “You look handsome in your uniform. That’s all.”
I grin. “You’re having lustful thoughts about me while walking into what is sure to be a big boring meeting?”
Pippa sticks out her tongue at me. I laugh and hold the door open for her. Inside the building, everything is steel and glass, ultramodern in style. We are greeted right away in the lobby by a young woman who bows her head. “Your royal highness.”
I nod. “We are here for a tour of where your astronauts work and train.”
The dark-haired young woman blushes. “Yes, your highness. I’m Ingrid and I’ll be showing you around today.” She curtsies to Pippa, who squeezes my hand hard. She smiles at Pippa. “Ms. Welch. It’s my pleasure to show the future princess around our facilities. If you two will just follow me?”
She turns and opens a door. Pippa and I follow her. Pippa shoots me a wide eyed look.
“The future princess?” she mouths silently. “Oh my god.”
I shake my head, smothering a yawn. Pippa sees me do it and is immediately triggered into a yawn of her own. Ingrid looks back, catching Pippa’s yawn.
“Would you like some refreshment, ma’am? Perhaps some coffee or water?”
She swipes her identification badge and unlocks a set of doors. Pippa smiles at her. “No, thank you.”
Ingrid ushers us deeper into the building, showing us several pristine laboratories and a room devoted to 3D goggles.
“The young woman training in there right now is in a space simulator of the international space station’s tiny food prep area. It’s one of many such exercises that we have our astronauts-in-training run through.”
I nod. “I imagine you have a simulation for almost every scenario.”
Ingrid blushes, seeming uncertain what to do with her hands. “Yes, your royal highness.”
I chuckle. “Please, call me Lars.”
Pippa rolls her eyes. Ingrid tucks her hair behind her ear and gives me a shy smile.
“If you both will follow me, we’ll go down to the spacewalk tank. I believe we should see someone using it…”
I wiggle my eyebrows at Pippa. She shoots me a filthy look.
“What?” I whisper, following Ingrid.
Pippa brushes back her hair, shaking her head. “You just can’t turn it off, can you? Just let the poor girl do her job.”
I smirk. “I don’t know what you mean.”
She drops her voice to a whisper. “Oh Ingrid, please, call me Lars. I’m so charming and elegant and royal.”
I grin at her. “Is that jealousy I hear?”
Pippa looks irritated. “What? No.”
“Are you sure about that, little witch?” I ask.
She shoots me a glare and pushes her shoulders back, hurrying after Ingrid. I press my cheek with my tongue, trying to decide just what to make of that.
Is Pippa really acting jealous? I mean, we did have four amazing nights together. But… she knows that it’s going to come to an end.
…right?
We meander through the rest of the tour. I keep a close eye on Pippa, but she just seems irritable for most of the time. After the tour is complete, I shake hands with several generals and scientists that oversee the space program. Everyone is smiling, but I can sense an edge to Pippa’s cool smile.
She also pulls out of any embrace I initiate after a few seconds.
By the time we finally get out of the building and into the chauffeured limo, I level her with a look. “You are pissed off at me?”
She licks her lips and looks out her window. “No. It’s not… I’m just tired.”
“I’ve known you for more than half my life, Pippa. I’ve seen you tired. I have never seen… whatever that was back there.”
She puts her hands over her face and sinks lower in her seat. “Sorry.”
I grab her elbow, slowly pulling one of her hands away from her face. “If we were trying to put on a happy front to the world today, we failed.”
She squints. “Ja. Ja, I’m sorry. You, uh… you hit a nerve, I guess.”
My eyebrows lift a little. “Wait, I did?”
“Oh god. This is so embarrassing.” She sinks lower in her seat, her cheeks burning bright red. “You called me jealous. And a little voice in the back of my head knew you were right. God, how much of a child am I?”
She closes her eyes, shaking her head.
I pull at her hand, easing her onto my lap. “So… you got jealous. You didn’t feel that way on purpose, did you?”
Her light blue eyes open just a slit. “No.”
I run my fingers down her arm, enjoying how pale her skin is against mine. “It didn’t hurt anyone, did it?”
She wrinkles her nose. “No. But… that’s such a ridiculous thing to feel. I mean, we just basically hooked up one time. Like… that doesn’t give me the right to feel jealous. Especially not just because you were flirting with some tour guide.”
She lets out an exaggerated exhale.
My lips curve up. “I have to say, I didn’t really expect jealousy from you. But as it turns out, green looks pretty damn good on you.”
She eyes me. “I embarrassed you.”
I let out a sharp bark of laughter. “Hah! No. I can’t be embarrassed. I have an immunity.”
She sighs again, sitting up. “I’m sorry, Lars.”
I am tired of this conversation. So I change it by kissing her full, lush lips.
And she doesn’t exactly seem to mind or protest…
20
Pippa
I swallow as I watch the palace grow closer and closer out the window of my limousine. Momse, Lars’s grandmother, called me and personally invited me to a soiree she is throwing to celebrate our coming nuptials.
She barely let me get a word in edgewise about the party tonight. She just spent most of our brief time talking about what I would wear. At the end of the call, she said she’d just ‘send some dresses over’.
Which is how I came to be wearing a very expensive, very fine strapless ballgown made of ivory silk. The dress itself is absolutely gorgeous. But as I try to adjust it while the limousine pulls around to the grand entrance, I remember all too well that the dress is very heavy.
Keeping that in mind, I touch the back of my hair, which has been piled up on my head. The car comes to a stop. I take a deep breath as the car door is opened for me.
Then I smile and get out of the back seat, only wobbling a little bit. This dress almost forces me to have perfect posture as it trails behind me. I hug my wrap, made of the same silk, and smile at the palace guards as I head inside.
A red carpet leads me up the stairs. My heart races thinking of all the people that I am going to lie to tonight.
At least no one would dare stop me and ask for my identification now. I’m a princess-to-be.
Or that’s what everyone thinks, at least.
As I climb the stairs in my extravagant dress, I feel a few beads of sweat break out across my forehead. This dress may look like a fairytale, but it is hot and heavy.
As I come to the last stair, I see Lars waiting rather impatiently for me. He looks so dashing in his tuxedo that it actually takes my breath away.
He turns his head and spots me. A huge smile appears on his face. He walks towards me, his eyes taking me in. “Fuck, Pips. You look…” He shakes his head, biting his lip.
I flush a little. “Like the topper for a wedding cake, maybe?”
He offers me his arm, arching a brow. “I was going to say hot, but that’s not quite it. Maybe… beautiful? Radiant?”
My neck heats. “Thanks. I'm glad that you find this dress acceptable. I think you’re hot too, obviously.”
He nods toward the ballroom. “Ready?”
I nod. “Why would I not be eager to enter a
ballroom full of people that I plan on deceiving? Let's go.”
He walks me in, a smirk on his face. I can hear the murmur of the crowd from here. When we step through the double doors, everyone immediately turns and ceases their conversations. All eyes are on us.
I can't help but swallow nervously. Lars is great and all, but at this exact moment I'm wishing that I had never agreed to his little plan.
“Lars!” His grandmother says. “I thought perhaps you two were not coming. After all, it is quite late…”
Lars rolls his eyes. “We’re here, Momse.”
His grandmother rushes up to us, taking our elbows and wedging herself in between us. She beams out at the crowd, which is relatively packed. “Every dignitary in Denmark is here right now, every military general and every polished socialite.”
They are all looking at us, judging for themselves how Lars and I fit together.
I hate it.
Lars’s grandmother clears her throat. “It is my pleasure to announce that Lars and Pippa have set a date for their wedding. It will be held in June, at the Royal Palace. Isn't that wonderful?”
I blink rapidly, my gaze going straight to Lars. His expression is questioning too.
Not only did we not set that date, it's actually the first time I've ever even heard it and mentioned at all. Everyone in the audience applauds politely as Lars and I shower the room in our confused smiles.
Momse moves forward, glancing at both of us. She doesn’t seem worried that she just announced a random date that we are supposed to get married on. “I'm so happy for both of you. Come, I have some people for you to meet.”
Behind me, Lars finds my hand and gives it a squeeze.
For the next hour, I plaster on my smile and murmur thank you in response to everyone's well wishes. At one point, Lars is so antsy and he's ready to leave Momse's company that he keeps sighing. I look at him, my eyes begging him to take me with him. So he does the unthinkable: he just tells Momse flat out that we want to mingle alone.
