Page 67 of Prince Un-Charming

“I hope they will come here with you on another visit soon. I would love to host them as guests. They should get to know Solvaria as well as you have.”

“I’m sure they would love that.”

I make up a full plate of pastries to take with us. As we leave the room, I ask my father’s butler to send up some of the leftovers first thing in the morning. These days, Vivi is always ravenous when she wakes up.

We walk back to my suite and head out onto the balcony. Vivi takes a bite of a pastry. “Oh, so good.”

I chuckle.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing. I just… used to be the one to make you moan like that. Now all you need is a pastry.”

“Try it.”

She dips her finger in and holds out a heaping scoop of filling. I grab her wrist and close my mouth around her finger, slowly dragging my mouth away. “So good.”

Before she can respond, I suck on her finger again. She giggles. I walk over to the edge of the balcony. She comes to stand by my side. I wrap my arm around her, and she rests her head on my chest.

“We have to go home so soon. Did you enjoy your honeymoon?”

She looks up at me and nods. “Very much.”

I kiss her and gently stroke her breasts. I reach behind her for the zipper on her dress, then slide the dress off her shoulders.

She looks down. “I’m huge.”

“You’re amazing.”

I bend down and kiss her stomach. It thrills me to see the life we created growing inside her. She’s more beautiful than I’ve ever seen her.

I take her bra off. Her breasts, always so lovely, are fuller and firmer these days. Exploring her body as it’s been changing over the past few months has been one of the hottest parts of pregnancy. Something I never expected and something I love.

I stroke her breasts gently, then take one in my mouth carefully. She’s more sensitive these days, and it drives me wild.

She entwines her fingers in my hair and pulls me closer. I suck on her nipple, luxuriating in the feel of it growing erect under my tongue. Then I do the same to the other side.

I pull back so I can look at her again. A stiff breeze picks up, and she shivers. I run my hands over the tiny bumps that rise up all over her body.

“So beautiful.” I pull her panties down.

“Caesar.”

Her whisper of my name conveys so much. I can hear the longing in her voice, with just a pinch of nervousness. But also ever-present love. I push her up against the railing of the balcony. She grabs the end of the stone ledge it is topped with, bracing herself.

I run my fingers up the inside of her leg. The soft skin of her inner thighs is intoxicating. I kiss my way up her leg. As I get closer to my target, she moans.

I taste her, marveling at the change the pregnancy has wrought in her. It seems like every time I taste her these days, her flavor has changed ever so subtly. I dip my tongue inside her and then focus on her clit. She grabs my head tightly.

Yes. I want to hear her come. I want to feel her throbbing under my tongue. I want to make her cry out because the pleasure is too great to contain and hear the sound of her ecstasy echoing back to us from the mountains in the distance.

Slowly, I work her up, teasing her. Her breath grows heavy, and her moans fade into sharply inhaled breaths. I sweep my tongue back and forth, faster and faster. Suddenly, she is there, screaming, a low guttural noise that rises out of her from right under my tongue.

I slide my hands up her body, feeling the orgasm travel along her skin. Her breasts are taut and heaving. I cup them, and she releases my head to clamp her hands on top of my own. I continue gently brushing her clit with my tongue until she stops whimpering and falls silent. Only then do I remove my head and look up.

“Darling, may I?”

She nods and turns around, leaning over the railing. The stone top is at least two feet wide, so there is no worry of her falling. I stroke her back before reaching for the top of my pants. She’s still breathing hard.

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