Page 13 of Princess for the Space Cowboy

He reaches for my hand again, and we walk together off the pathway through a doorway. Despite all the pomp and circumstance around our marriage, the house is simple and not too ostentatious. It blends into the beautiful landscape. It is a single-story dwelling built into the edge of a hillside. When we enter, Asher takes me on a quick tour. Four sections create a square with a courtyard in the center.

He explains how the electricity for their entire planet comes from solar power from their sun. The stunning courtyard has a small pond filled with fish and is surrounded by lush green trees. A sweet scent drifts through the air.

“What is that smell?” I ask.

He gestures to a cluster of large pink flowers. “These are similar to peonies from Earth.”

I lean close and inhale the heady, sweet fragrance. “Beautiful. I saw some flowers in our history books, but I’ve never seen any on Earth.” When I meet his gaze again, I blurt out my anxious question, “Who are those men?”

“The men who want to challenge the throne. I’m married now, so it’s okay. Only two more things have to happen.”

“Consummation?” I prompted.

His lips kick up at the corners as he dips his head, and heat flares in his gaze. My belly shimmies.

“That and you must get pregnant.”

My breath is shallow, and my pussy clenches. “How soon?” My voice comes out breathy and raspy. I never knew until Asher that I would desperately want to get pregnant.

“We must have an heir within eleven months.”

“Oh.”

“I think we can do that,” he murmurs.

He steps closer and slides his palm around my waist. Seconds later, my body is flush with his. I can feel the hard, swollen length of him pressing against my lower belly.

“How much do you want me?” he asks, rocking his hips slightly.

I remember the feel of his fingers buried inside me and his cum damp on my panties before the wedding.

“So much,” I whisper.

“Mmm.” He nuzzles my neck, and his lips tease along the sensitive skin.

I feel as if I’m melting, tumbling into need and fire. His eyes hold mine, and I try to catch my breath.

Chapter Twelve

ASHER

Jane’s eyes are dark, her cheeks are flushed pink, and I can feel the tight peaks of her nipples pressing through the silk of her dress. In all this time that I’ve looked for the woman who is to be mine, I’d begun to despair that I might ever feel what I believed could be possible. I’d begun to get practical, thinking I would settle for much less.

But now, I stare down at Jane, and I know she’s dripping wet for me. I can’t wait to bury myself in her tight pink pussy and fill her.

I can’t wait for her to be carrying our child. I can’t wait until her breasts are heavy with milk.

“Please,” she whispers.

I finally kiss her, remembering how desperate I was for her right before the wedding and how wet she had been for me. I can feel the cum leaking out of the tip of my shaft. I made myself many promises earlier—about taking our time, going slow, not rushing, and so on. I don’t want to keep any of them. I need to be inside her.

I lift my head, sucking in deep gulps of air. I tell her, “I need you. I want to go slow, but?—”

My sassy wife says, “Don’t you dare. Hurry, please.”

She reaches between us and drags her palm over my thick length. Seconds later, we’re tearing at each other’s clothes, and I let out a little growl when she’s finally naked. She’s beyond beautiful. Her breasts are perky, her nipples a deep pink. I lean down to cup a breast, plumping it up and sucking her nipple into my mouth, savoring her sharp cry.

I lift my head and smooth my hand over the soft curve of her belly, delving between her thighs to find her hot and slick. I sink my fingers into her again. When I draw them out this time, I taste her, savoring the sweet tang of her arousal.

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