Chapter 10

Gwen

“Edward! Fuck! I’m gonna—I’m gonna cum!”

I writhe about underneath Edward as his tongue strokes at my clit. His hands play with my breasts—kneading and squeezing the soft flesh and pinching my nipples as his tongue eats me out.

Within minutes, I come again. My whole body shakes, and my back arches with pleasure as the orgasm shudders through me.

My knees are weak, and I lie back and slowly release my grip from Edward’s hair as he comes up from between my legs. He smiles at me with a wide grin, which beams and radiates light into the whole garden.

This man is going to be my husband.

It turns out that his tongue isn’t just all talk—Edward really does know how to treat me like a queen. I bet eating a girl out isn’t something that he learned in etiquette lessons.

It makes me wonder what else he knows how to do.

I can feel myself growing more and more addicted to the feeling of Edward making me orgasm. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before—not that I’ve ever been with someone else.

But it feels wonderful and mind-blowing.

No, literally.

All the blood has rushed out of my head, and so as I lie back in a daze, I’m seeing stars—and not just the ones that are in the sky above me.

I’ve just had my first ever orgasms—plural—surrounded by roses, from a man that I love. From a king, no less.

Can you think of anything more romantic?

But now I want to repay the favor. I doubt that this will be Edward’s first time, but I want to show him just how eager I am to be his queen.

Pushing off the cool ground, I join Edward on the bench. I nuzzle my face into Edward’s neck, kissing it. I gently nibble his neck, and I feel him gasp and groan underneath me.

I trace my hand up his thigh, moving over the fabric until I feel the twitching bulge in his trousers, just begging to be freed. I begin to rub it through Edward’s trousers, and he moves his hand to hold onto my thigh, squeezing it as though he’s trying to hold himself together.

“God, Gwen…you’re so beautiful.”

I smile teasingly at his words of encouragement. Slowly, I kiss further down his neck until I reach the collar of his shirt. I slide off of the bench and onto my knees, kneeling in the grass before Edward and staring up at him.

“It’s my turn to serve you now, my king.”

Edward smiles at me and pushes the hair out of my face. I’m nervous, but I don’t want to show him that.

I’ve never done this before.

But I want to do it for him.

I unzip Edward’s trousers and slowly pull them and his briefs down. His cock is rock hard, and I look at it with wide eyes for a moment—he’s so big, how can I fit all of that inside my mouth?

“It’s okay,” Edward chuckles reassuringly. “You can take your time.”

He’s so kind and patient. I want to do him proud. I want to make Edward feel as good as he makes me feel.

So, I take the base of his cock in one hand—and even then, my fingers struggle to wrap all the way around it. Edward holds my loose and messy hair away from my face as I bring his cock toward my lips.

I kiss the pre-cum off the tip and then open my lips, taking the head in my mouth. It fills me entirely, but the soft groan of pleasure that I hear escape Edward’s lips makes me eager to continue.

I bob my head down lower, licking the underside of his shaft with my tongue as my hand strokes the parts of his cock that I can’t quite reach with my mouth.

“Fuck me, fuck…Gwen, that feels so good…”

I smile at the praise and look up at him gazing down at me. Taking in the sight of my lips wrapped around his dick, he twitches in excitement in my mouth.

Edward’s hands wrap themselves tighter around my hair, pulling me exactly where he wants me and exactly how deep he wants me to take him into me. As I continue to bob my head up and down his length, I can tell that it’s taking almost every ounce of control he has not to take control and push his dick down my throat.

He knows I’ll get there in my own time.

I pause from bobbing my head back and forth and kiss the tip and then the underside of his shaft. I trace my tongue along the veins, and I hear Edward curse and moan as I lick along the sensitive spot just below the tip.

Reveling in the power I seem to have over Edward and his dick, I take my hand that was stroking and pumping the base of his cock and use it to caress his balls, holding them and gently squeezing as I take him back into my mouth.

“Oh, fuck me…oh fuck, Gwen… that’s so good.”

I hum happily at the praise. Edward groans, and, for a second, I feel his hips buck up into my mouth, involuntarily pushing himself deeper into my mouth. The extra length filling my mouth surprises me, but I quickly adjust like the blowjob champ I apparently am.

I pick up my pace, coating Edward’s cock in saliva as he moans up into the night air. With one hand, I continue to play with his balls, and with the other, I play with my tit. I squeeze the flesh that’s long been released from the confines of my dress, making sure Edward sees me pinch my nipple between my fingers.

He certainly feels it when I moan around him, with his cock buried in my throat.

“Yes! Oh, yes, oh Gwen, fuck me yes…”

As I lift my head off of him again to catch my breath, I use both hands to stroke at Edward’s cock. His head rolls back as the groans and moans escape from his lips near constantly—and if someone didn’t hear us before, they’re bound to find us now.

But I love it.

Watching him come undone at my touch feels so good. He’s a king, but he’s mere putty in my hands. I’m the one who’s making him feel like this.

All by myself.

Edward’s dick continues to twitch and throb underneath me. As I go back to cupping and massaging his balls, I hear low moans escape from his lips. He grips my hair so hard, his knuckles almost turn white.

He’s close.

I slowly circle the tip of his dick with my tongue, looking up at him through my eyelashes as I do. With a grin, I devour his entire length in one fell swoop. Edward stares at me in adoration and subtle disbelief as I begin to suck on his dick like my life depends on it, bobbing my head up and down, my cheeks hollowed out by the suction.

“Gwen! Oh my god!”

Edward’s breathing is more ragged now. I focus my expert skills along his shaft, using every inch of my mouth to give him pleasure.

“Gwen, fuck, Gwen—”

I feel his cock begin to twitch and pulse underneath me. Edward’s grip in my hair tightens, and he pulls at my locks as his hips uncontrollably buck towards me.

“Fuck, Gwen, I’m coming!”

There’s barely any time between his warning and when I feel him begin to come on my tongue. I keep stroking his cock and playing with his balls as I feel him twitch and explode ropes of cum into my mouth.

When he’s finally emptied himself in my mouth, I swallow every drop and smile up at him sweetly, as though we haven’t just gotten down and very dirty in the gardens of his palace.

“God, Gwen…that was so good…” Edward groans as he lowers himself off the bench, joining me in the grass.

He pulls me to him so that I’m lying against his chest and we’re looking up at the stars together. He kisses the top of my head, and I smile, nuzzling against him. Being held by him feels like the most natural thing in the world, like I was always meant to be here, lying against him.

“You know, Gwen, you’re not just a queen…you’re a goddess.”

I roll my eyes at him, but I can feel myself smile and blush somewhat nonetheless.

“I bet you say that to all the girls,” I tease.

“No, I mean it…that was so fucking good…”

I giggle quietly and look up at him. He’s got a dazed kind of look on his face, and he looks like he’s dreaming. But he’s smiling lazily, and when he looks down at me and meets my stare, I watch the love fill his eyes.

If this is what being Edward’s queen is like, then I don’t want to wait.