Chapter 19

Andrew

Much to everyone’s surprise—but not their dismay—there was still a wedding today. The only difference is that I was the groom instead of Fergus.

After the minister married us, we shared our first kiss—well, our first kiss that everyone knew about anyway—and mingled with the guests for a while.

Now, though, it’s late in the day, and the sun is setting, and all I want to do is get Ash back to my room and out of that dress.

I spot her across the orchard and smile at her, and she gives me a little wave as I walk over.

She’s speaking with...well, to be honest, I have no idea who she’s speaking with, and, quite frankly, I don’t care right now.

I stroll over, and, as I get to her side, I wrap my arm around her waist and place a kiss on the top of her head, smiling as she leans into me.

“Having fun, wife?” I ask playfully, winking at her.

The people Ash was speaking to ostensibly take their leave, for which I am supremely grateful.

“Actually, I am enjoying myself, husband,” she retorts with a grin, playfully bumping me with her hip.

“I’m glad. This is your special day, after all.”

“Mmm,” she hums, looking up at me, “it’s our special day.”

I chuckle and nod, tracing my finger along her jaw before I pull her in for a kiss, sighing as I break from it.

“You know,” she says slyly, feigning a yawn, “I think I’m actually getting a bit tired. What do you say we leave the party and find some place quieter? And,” she adds quietly as she brushes her hand across my crotch, “a bit more private.”

God, I love this woman. Not only is she drop dead gorgeous, but she’s got a mind as filthy as mine.

I grin at her and snicker, nodding. “You don’t have to ask me twice. Follow me.”

She takes my hand, and I lead her out of the orchard and into the castle, making sure that we’re not followed or stopped by anyone as we go.

I’ve got one thing on my mind right now: getting Ash out of that dress. And I’m not going to let anyone stop me.

We make our way upstairs, and I lead her down the hall to where my chambers are, and I give her a wink as I throw the door open ceremoniously.

The room is dimly lit with candles, and there’s a bottle of champagne in the ice bucket and a fire going in the fireplace—the perfect honeymoon setting.

I’d gotten one of the handmaids to set up the room for me before I went to the wedding, in preparation for me and Ash afterwards.

Was it cocky? Sure. But it was clearly the right choice.

Ash’s eyes dart around the room as she takes it all in, and I shut the door behind us, my hand at the small of her back as I lead her inside.

She turns to me and smiles, cocking an eyebrow.

“So, you had this all done before you even came to the wedding,” she teases. “What if I had said no? Then what?”

“Well,” I say with a chuckle, “then I’d be having a very romantic evening for one, I guess. Nothing wrong with a little bit of self-love.”

She bursts into a fit of giggles and cranes her neck upwards to kiss me, wrapping her arms around my neck. She presses her body against mine, and it still doesn’t feel like she’s close enough. I need more.

The kiss starts out innocently enough—well, as innocent as it can get with the two of us—and it’s all soft sighs and sensual touches. Before long, though, it goes from being soft and sensual to being hungry and passionate, both of our hands everywhere all at once.

My hands find their way into her hair, and I groan into her mouth when I feel her hand stroke my already hard cock through my pants.

“You know,” she purrs as she breaks from our kiss, looking up at me through hooded eyes, “we’re married now.” She pauses and smirks, licking her lips as she kneels down in front of me and giggles. “Which means you can fuck me anywhere you want.”

I sigh and groan, nodding and biting my lip as I gaze down at her with a smile, completely blown away at how this has all transpired.

I’m so glad I married this woman. I don’t think I could find another like her.

She’s got that devilish look in her eye, and she grins as she slowly pulls my shirt free, placing a wet, open-mouthed kiss along my abdomen, sending a shiver up my spine.

“Come up here,” I urge, cupping her face and pulling her back up to standing. “I need you.”

She whimpers and stands, her hands going around my neck again as mine slide down her hips to cup her arse, lifting her up.

She giggles and wraps her thighs around my waist as I twirl her around and march her over to the bed, all the while kissing her.

“Oh,” she murmurs into my lips between kisses, “are we going to finally fuck in a bed?”

I chuckled into our kiss and nod, one of my hands finding its way to her and tugging gently, exposing her neck to me.

She sighs softly as my lips leave a trail of kisses on her jawline before finally settling into her neck and sucking her pulse point, a moan spilling from her lips.

“I figured it was about time,” I say, sighing and stepping backwards to the bed and sitting so she’s straddling my lap.

Ash rolls her hips into mine, and I growl, tugging her dress down and groaning when her tits bounce free. Then, I lean forward and take a nipple into my mouth.

She gasps and sighs as I suck, my other hand reaching under her dress and sliding into her panties, chuckling when I feel them soaking.

“So wet already?” I tease, sliding a finger in. “Somebody’s needy, aren’t they?”

She nods and whines, rocking back and forth on my hand as I kiss her. I can tell she’s close because her breathing is erratic and shuddering, and her grip on me becomes tighter, almost desperate.

“Fuck, Drew,” she gasps against my skin. “I’m going to come.”

I speed up my rhythm and slide another finger in, angling my hand so my palm hits her just right, and I urge her on, whispering into her ear.

She comes undone and bites down on my shoulder, moaning against my skin as I feel her walls clamp down around my fingers, pulsing and shuddering.

She clings to me and mumbles against my skin, kissing my neck as her hands travel down to my belt again, undoing it.

“Please,” she begs, her voice barely above a whisper in my ear, “I need you to fuck me, please.”

Her words cause fire to rip through my core, and I groan, helping her undo the buckle to my belt and sliding my trousers down over my hips.

Then, she looks at me and smirks as she slides down onto her knees in front of me, pulling my pants the rest of the way down my legs.

She takes my hard cock in her hand and licks the tip, looking at me as she swirls her tongue around it.

I look down at her, and it’s all I can do to hold her stare as she does, and I groan, speaking through gritted teeth.

“I thought you wanted me to fuck you, Princess?”

“I just want a taste first,” she purrs, looking up at me, “and it’s Queen now, not Princess.”

Cheeky little thing.

She sucks the tip of my cock, and I drop my head back with a groan, rocking my hips and driving my cock slowly in and out of her mouth.

Fuck, if she keeps going like this, I’m not going to last much longer.

I slip my hand into her hair and urge her upwards, and she crawls up my body, leaving a trail of wet kisses.

I pull her lips to mine, and she gets on top of me with one swift motion, sitting in my lap as I slide my cock inside of her slowly.

She gasps as I enter her—fuck, she’s so tight—and I stop, holding her just above me, but she shakes her head and sinks down in one smooth drop.

I growl and grip her hips as she does, the sudden change in sensation nearly tipping me over the edge. My knuckles are gripping her hips and holding her in place, not wanting to push her too far.

“Fuck,” she gasps, “I love you.”

I chuckle and kiss her, my voice breathy and low. “Do you love me, or do you love my cock?”

She whines and kisses me again, slowly rocking in my lap. “I’m serious, Drew, I fucking love you.”

I smile against her lips and pick up the pace, my hand on her back while the other supports me from behind.

“I fucking love you, too, Ash.”

I can tell she’s close again, those familiar whines and gasps getting more and more erratic, her grip on me near painful.

With one more thrust, she comes again with a moan, and I hold her to me, rocking with her and riding out the wave of pleasure.

She goes limp in my lap, and I chuckle, pulling her face to mine as I whisper in her ear.

“I’m not done with you yet, my queen.”