Chapter 97 Chapter 97 Bend the Knee
I lean back on the glass of the floor to ceiling windows in my bedroom. Roman helped me out of my dress, I lift my arms up and cross my wrists. He asked for a picture of me in all my lingerie. He sets the phone down and stalks toward me. I grab a hold of the lapels of his tux and pull him closer. His lips brush against mine, his hand braces against the glass. We are tangled in the sheer curtains.
I pry my lips away from him. "On your knees!" I command, he looks at me like I have lost my mind.
"I only bend the knee for my King!" he announces.
"In this room I am the ruling monarch...so you will get on your knees or you can leave!"
The tips of his lips curve up as he gets down on his knees. I grab a handful of his soft raven hair and pull him. His tongue invades me, hot and wet, moving over my folds until it's inside me. His hands move my leg over his shoulder. My back arches with each lick, he is careful not to touch or hit my new piercing. Roman's fingers invade me setting my whole body on fire. It spreads so fast at first, like a wildfire hit with wind, over my belly and down my thighs. Then slowly over my arms, up to my shoulders until my face flushes. His big hands move to grip my ass and pull me even closer to his face.
"Roman!!!" I moan out, my head hits the glass hard while I release all the pressure he built up inside me.
I release him and let him up. His lips brush against mine, his tongue enters my mouth rubbing against my own. I close my eyes as stars appear in the darkness behind my eyelids, a shooting star shoots across the sky. Roman loosens my corset, it falls to the plush carpet beneath our feet. In a swift motion I grab his jacket again and spin him, pinning him to the window. I drop to my knees and look up at him.
"I don't know about that." his voice cracks, his hand cupping my face.
"It will be ok, keep your eyes on me....don't close them, don't go there!"
I free him of his pants and briefs. I stare down at the perfect dick between his legs. I pull him up and lick his balls, my eyes look up at Roman and he is watching me. Licking around his base I slide my tongue over the swollen veins of his shaft and circle his tip. He moans, his hand brushes against my face moving to the back of my head. Moving back down with long strokes I work him with my hand. I lick the precum from his tip and move away so he can see it on my tongue. Roman grunts in frustration. Opening my mouth wide I take all of him, fast and hard. Focusing on what I am doing I bob my head on him and I don't forget to make eye contact with him.
"I'm going to burst!" he moans out.
Roman starts to spray, I pull him out slowly letting him drip on my chin and chest over the royal jewels on my neck. I milk him until he is done squirting. He slumps back on the glass window, I pull away and grab my phone, taking a picture of myself from the lips down. He watches me with amusement.
"When your wife wears these diamonds, I want you to picture this!" I grin.
"You are a dirty girl and fuck me, it looks good on you!"
Roman gets down on the carpet with me, dropping his jacket down, bowtie tossed aside. He pulls apart each button on his dress shirt, I've never seen anything sexier than him right now. Climbing over me his hand smears his cum over the rest of my chest. He skips the nipples, moving gently around them. His hot hands starting small fires all over me. Cock in hand he pushes at my entrance, he enters me inch by inch, teasing me. I moan as my back arches, I need to have more of him. Roman pulls out and then back in, inch by inch again, driving me mad with lust.
I leave my body on autopilot and just enjoy my view. The way his hair moves every time he thrusts inside me. The strained muscles on his arms, holding himself up over me. His lips part ever so deliciously with every moan. The way his abs flex while he watches himself enter and exit my pussy. I enjoy the softness of his skin, the wetness of his sweat, the amazing moans his deep voice gives me. I savour every moment like it will be our last. I am not sure what this explosion will cause, I might not ever be able to see him. Our bodies melt into one. Moans fill my bedroom.
Each fiber of the carpet below is caressing my skin, I am thankful for the plush padding under it even more. Roman takes my leg and holds it to his side. Taking my body over again, the build up slaps me, I let go letting it take me over like stepping into a hot bath releases all my pressure. I run my hands down his arms and rest them to my sides, his forehead pressed to my chest. We try to catch our breath.
Roman sits up hoisting me up with him. I lead him to the shower turning the water on, we wait for it to warm up. The frosted glass steams over and we both step inside the glass enclosure. Each of us takes turns washing the other. Once outside the shower, he helps me take the necklace off. I set it on a soft towel drying it out carefully, I can't help but wonder who's neck it will adorn next. Roman's wife, his Princess, I let a sinister smile creep up on my neck.
"What are you thinking?" he asks curiosity filling his beautiful expression.
"I just let my mind wonder....who will wear the necklace next!" soft giggle escape my mouth.
"My wife!" he says and we both laugh.
"You are not married yet and I feel like a mistress already!" I continue to laugh.
"Fuck me, that's a splendid idea!"
"No!!! Just NO!!! I say as we slide under the covers of my bed.