I stare down at my wife in my arms as we slow dance from side to side. I’m starting to think she’s holding me up. She may be drunk, but I am definitely drunker.
“Happy New Year, my queen,” I tell her, my eyes locked on hers.
“Happy New Year, my king,” she says to me, grinning.
I lean down and kiss her. It’s customary on New Year’s Eve to kiss the one you’re with, but the moment my lips meet hers it spurs on something deep inside of me, like a switch was just flicked. In seconds, I’ve gone from the jubilation of ringing in the new year, to wanting to be nothing but alone with her. I want everyone else in this cabin to disappear, so it’s just the two of us, and then I want her down on her knees and calling me her majesty.
I think she knows this too, because her eyes squint as she studies me, a wry smile tugging at the corner of her full lips. “What’s going on in that brain of yours, Aksel?” she whispers, her voice taking on this fuck me throaty quality which both gets me harder than ice, and also tells me she knows exactly what’s going on in my brain.
And in other parts of me.
I wrap my hands around the small of her back and pull her into me so my erection is grinding against her. She lets out a small gasp, her eyes going wide, pupils dilating in lust. “Care to get out of here?” I ask.
She laughs, running her hands down my back and taking a firm hold of my ass, keeping me pressed against her. “And go where? The snowbank?”
My eyes dart over to the door. There’s a lock in the bedroom. Last night, Aurora passed out early, but tonight both of us are awake and raring to go. Even though I’m more drunk than I’ve been in a long time (I have a feeling I did some things earlier that I’ll regret), I also feel extremely clear-headed in my want and need for her.
She bites her lip and looks around the room.
No one is paying us any attention. The rest of them are all making out with each other like a bunch of teenagers. This is what happens when you get a bunch of royals snowed in together in a cabin with an endless supply of booze.
And I’m about to use that to my advantage.
I take Aurora’s hand and we walk across the room to the bedroom and slip inside before anyone notices.
I quickly lock the door.
As I turn around, Aurora is already dropping to her knees.
She knows exactly what she’s doing.
She reaches up, undoes my fly, then brings out my cock, expertly holding it, licking up the sides while keeping her eyes on me.
My hands go into her dark hair, gripping her there tight, but after a few pumps of my cock into her mouth, her lips sucking me deep, I know that I’ll come this way, and way too soon.
“The bed,” I growl, yanking her head back, staring down at her. “Get your jeans off.”
Her brows raise, her cheeks flushing, and I know she loves it when I’m being bossy. It’s the role I was born to play.
She gets on the bed, trying to get her jeans off, but I’m impatient.
“Stop,” I command. “Turn around. Get on all fours.”
With her jeans gathered at her knees, she tries to turn around, a little too slow for my liking.
I march over and grab her by the waist, pulling her toward the end of the bed, her ass right in front of me. With one hand I position my cock at her entrance, teasing her, feeling how wet she is already. With the other I push down at her shoulder blades until the side of her face is pressed into the blanket.
With her ass raised, I spank her lightly across both cheeks, then drive myself into her, all the way to my balls.
She lets out a yelp that’s drowned by the music outside the door, and I grab her by her hips, my fingers pressing hard against her tender flesh. I pull out slowly, feeling the agonizing tease of how tight her cunt is around my cock, how the angle as I push back in takes my breath away. Because her jeans are keeping her legs together, it’s the most beautiful, agonizing squeeze.
I’m not going to last long.
I start pumping in faster, my hands sliding to her waist, pulling back into me as I drive into the hilt again and again. She’s shaking the bed, crying out, her face distorted against the bed, her mouth wet and open. I reach down and slide my fingers over her clit, making her moan, her body tense and tense and tense.
Finally she’s unleashed, coming hard around me, her limbs loose, quivering, until she’s collapsing beneath me. I grab her ass, holding on tight as I bring myself to a finish, one, two deep hard thrusts that slam the headboard against the wall, and then I’m coming.
“Fuck,” I groan loudly, my head spinning while my balls empty out inside of her. The world goes sideways, and all thoughts leave my head until it’s as silent and wiped clean as the falling snow.
Then everything comes back into focus.
The sound of our labored breathing.
The rocketing heart in my chest.
The sweat beading on my forehead.
“My god,” I say, running my hands over her ass and collapsing on my back beside her.
“My king,” she says to me, barely able to lift her head. “But I could switch it to God for tonight.”
I grin at her and pick up her hand, holding it to my lips as I gaze into her eyes.
“Not a bad way to start the new year.”
She smiles back, making me feel breathless all over again.
I really am the luckiest man.
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The next morning, I wake
