The Jealous Groom by Alexa Riley

Chapter 7

Henrik

The ceremony is quick, but my vows are my own and from the heart. When it’s Amber’s turn to go, she repeats after the priest, and then we kiss. It’s not about the ceremony, but the promises we make to respect and honor each other through all of our lives.

We take the carriage back to the plane and see the double rainbows once more before we board and take our seats. There’s a buffet of food and snacks waiting on us, and I feed Amber as we take off.

She’s in the seat beside me, still wearing her crown, still glowing with a look of wonder in her eyes.

“I can’t believe it,” she says before she bites into the strawberry I’m holding out for her.

“And in a few short hours we’ll be landing in Norway.” I see some of the juice has trickled down her lip, and lean in, licking it up. “I want to rub berries all over your body and see where it’s the sweetest.”

Her eyes heat as I feed her another. “Are you going to make me wait until we land before you do it?”

I scoop up the bowl of berries and stand up, extending my hand to her. “We’ve got a couple of hours before we get to the castle, and I’m not wasting a single second of it.”

“Yes, your majesty,” she sasses as she walks past me and grabs me by the tie. She drags me to the bedroom of the plane along with her, and my smile is the only answer she needs.

“Take off everything but the crown. I want to fuck you while you’re wearing it.”

Her cheeks heat, but she nods as she turns around for me to unzip her dress. I place the berries on the bowl beside the bed and then kiss her bare shoulder, lowering the zipper. The gown falls to the floor at her feet in a pool of soft pink shimmer. She looks like she’s standing in a pile of sweet cream, and I can’t wait to have my dessert.

She’s left standing there in pink panties, and I kneel down at her back. I take my time peeling them down her thighs, and I kiss the cheeks of her ass as I do it. Once they’re to her ankles she steps out of them and arches her back as she crawls on the bed. She looks over her shoulder at me, and the gleam in her eyes might as well be a siren’s call.

“Roll over,” I command, and she slowly does as I ask.

When she’s on her back, she spreads her knees and I grab a ripe strawberry out of the bowl. I hold it out for her, and she smiles wickedly as she licks the tip.

“Bite it,” I say, my voice low and my control at the edge.

She keeps her eyes on mine as she breaks the skin and then sucks the juice that drips down. I feel her tongue against my fingers and shake my head. She’s trying to get me to snap.

I climb on the bed over her and kiss her lips as I rub the strawberry across her nipple. She moans into my mouth, and the taste of her is so sweet and sexy I don’t know if I’m going to make it inside her before I cum.

My lips move down her neck, and I lick every inch of her along the way. When I get to her breasts, her nipples are shining with the strawberry juice, and my mouth waters. I suck her there and taste her sugary peaks, moving back and forth between them. I put my weight on her body and hold her down as I push her breasts together and rub my face between them.

She’s so soft and warm that I never want to leave, and I take my time loving her. I have to force myself to slow down, to not go too fast, but her fingers in my hair tighten.

“Harder,” she moans, and her back arches.

“Fuck,” I say against the buds while I graze my teeth along her nipples and then bite down. It’s not too hard, but it’s enough to make her hiss in pleasure, her legs spreading wider beneath me.

This time I take a few raspberries out of the bowl and kiss down her belly. My cock is throbbing inside my pants, but I refuse to pay it any attention. Right now, I’m enjoying my wife, and I won’t be rushed.

When I move between her legs, I place the berries on her mound and pop one in my mouth. I bite down on the tart sweetness as I use another to play with her clit. She wiggles and moans as I use the berry to circle her clit. She’s soaking wet and coating the fruit. I pop that one into my mouth and then use my tongue in its place. She cries out at the contact, and I moan at the flavors. Her sweet pussy and the raspberry combined makes me growl with need. I take the last few berries and crush them against her folds before I eat her like a starved animal.

She grips my hair without control as her hips rock and she rides my mouth. Amber arches her back and demands her pleasure, and all I can do is obey.

I don’t know how it happens so fast, but as I hold her down and eat her pussy in earnest, she cums. I planned to draw it out and make us both wait, but my body and my bride have other plans.

As she climaxes, I slow my tongue and massage gently against her clit. She relaxes and lets out a long, low moan as her limbs fall limp onto the bed.

I’m just getting started.

Standing up from the bed, I strip off quickly and then move between her legs. I’ve never done this before, but I’ve done so much reading and research that I’m ready. I take my cock in my hand, and her eyes widen once again at the sight of it. Watching videos of married couples having sex has shown me that my cock is much bigger than average. I know I’ll need to go slow for her to accommodate me, but I know this can work.

“I love you,” I whisper, sliding the head of my cock through her folds. She lets out a small gasp of pain. She’s so fucking tight.

“Henrik—”

I shake my head, cutting her off. “No, let me show you my love, baby girl. Then you can tell me all that’s in your heart.”

With slow, shallow thrusts, I work the head of my cock and a couple of inches inside of her. She tenses and relaxes in waves as I rub the pad of my thumb over her clit. It’s all I can do to clench my jaw and hold my breath as I sink further and further into her. She’s so tight she’s strangling my cock, but I keep going, giving her as much pleasure along the way as I can.

“Is there more?” she asks, her eyes wide, and I nod, pressing my lips together. “How is there so much dick?”

When my eyes lock with hers, I see the smile in them, and I relax a little. “Almost there.”

I pull out just a little, lubing my cock with her juicy nectar and then thrust all the way inside. She gasps, and her eyes widen at the sheer size of me inside of her. I don’t move right away but allow her to adjust as I pull one of her knees up and open her wider.

Leaning down, I kiss her neck and then her breasts. She’s sticky from the juices earlier, but I love the way it lingers. For long moments we’re just connected, and there’s no movement. I want to savor this and her as we slowly adjust to what this new intimacy means.

“A perfect fit,” I whisper against her cheek as I begin to thrust.

“I’d say it’s a tight fit,” she gasps, and then I feel her nails score my back. “Perfectly tight.”

“Hips up, baby girl.” I move my arm under the arch of her back and lift her a little. The movement causes me to go a little deeper but also hit her clit and her G-spot with every stroke.

“Oh shit.” Her eyes widen, and she does as I ask.

I ride her like this for a long time, getting harder with each stroke. The build-up is happening fast, but I push down my needs and keep going. My cock is a weight in her, and it’s holding her down on the bed just as well as my hands.

“Henrik,” she moans, and I close my eyes, absorbing the plea.

“All mine,” I say as I look down at my queen, taking my cock and wearing my crown.

“Yours,” she agrees as I thrust hard one last time and send her over the edge.

She clamps down on me like a vise, and I still as if electricity has shot through my veins. Pleasure like I’ve never felt spikes inside of me, and my breath leaves my body as I cum inside her. My cock is a slave to the pulses of her pussy, and I give and give as she demands more.

There’s not an inch of space between us as we hold each other close, and there is no room for anything right now but our passion.

“I love you, Henrik,” she whispers in my ear, and tears sting my eyes.