Reaching beyond the layers of the dress’s skirt, I found the door handle. “I’m carrying you over the threshold.”
Once inside, I gently placed her feet upon the floor and closed the door behind us. Without a word, I circled her, once and then again. “I’ve given those buttons some thought,” I said, talking about the long line of pearls going down her back. “I think the best answer is to simply rip the lace. Anything else would take too long.”
“Oh no you don’t. This dress was your mother’s, and Miss Guidry would not be happy if it was ruined.”
Facing Emma, I stared for a moment at the crown secured in her golden locks. Before our dinner, the veil had been disconnected, making the crown freestanding. “You deserve a crown, Emma. You’re my queen, the queen of New Orleans. Soon, the world will know that.” I ran my finger from behind her ear to her collarbone and then to the V of her cleavage.
Emma’s breasts heaved against the bodice. A grin curled my lips as I leaned down and kissed the round mounds peering over her neckline.
Her fingers wove through my hair as Emma’s mews filled the air.
Fuck, the sounds she made were stronger than any blue pill.
My cock was like steel from the moment I carried her into this room. All the times we’d fucked, when I’d taken her, we had been in my suite. We were now married, and it was time to christen both rooms.
I led her toward the bed and brushed a kiss over her lips. The crown glistened in the light from above, emphasizing her position. Emma Ramses was regal not only as my wife but as the daughter of a king. She deserved to be worshiped and adored.
She was also the daughter of a whore.
My plan was for her to embrace both.
Step by step, I walked around to Emma’s back and slowly began undoing the tiny buttons. One by one. Beneath each button was a small latch. Whoever designed this dress should die a slow and tedious death, one filled with a daunting, seemingly endless task. With each successful release of a button and a hook, I added a kiss or a nip to her neck.
As more and more of her flawless skin was revealed, my kisses went lower.
Goose bumps peppered her flesh as her neck swayed from side to side as if her thoughts filled with lust made it too heavy to hold upright.
The more I unfastened, the harder my erection became.
Each bump of her spine became visible.
By the design of the dress, I could tell Emma wasn’t wearing a bra. It was as I undid the final buttons that the indentation above her perfectly round ass told me that she hadn’t tried to secure panties by some other means. My hands went to her shoulders, pushing the lace and pearl-studded material down her arms. Her perfect breasts showed above the fallen fabric. She winced as I tweaked one nipple and then the other as the dress pooled around her ankles.
Standing in nothing but the crown and the shoes, I offered her my hand, helping her step beyond the dress. As Emma moved, I was able to see the deepening red of her areolas, the hardness of her nipples, and the glistening light reflecting off her own essence present on her inner thighs. Once she was beyond the dress, I grinned and said, “I could look at you for hours on end and never tire.”
Her small hands came to my jacket. “I believe we have a playing field to level.”
Allowing her to remove my jacket, I then stopped her hands as she reached for my belt. “It’s not level, Emma. Don’t fool yourself.”
Deep shades of blue swirled in her eyes as she stared up at me. “I’m not under any illusions, Rett. It was you who has called me your queen.” Her gaze scanned lower, stopping at my obvious erection. Her pink tongue darted to her lips and back. “I want you as exposed as I am.”
“Why, Emma? I could carry you to that bed and make you come without freeing my cock. I could work you all night with my tongue and hands. You know I could.”
She nodded. “I do, but I want you to come too. I want to feel you inside me.”
“Why?”
“Is it wrong to want my husband to find pleasure?”
“No, but if that’s your goal” —she yelped as I lifted her from the floor and dropped her upon her bed— “I find pleasure in watching you come.”
With her weight back on her elbows, she watched as I pulled her ass and her pretty pink pussy to the edge of the bed. Next, I lifted each one of her feet, still in the heels, to the bed. Slowly, I applied pressure to her inner thighs, pressing her knees back. Each manipulation gave me a better view of what was mine.
“Lift your hands over your head.” Her head fell back to the soft bedspread as she obeyed. Each arm moved above her head and her round breasts pushed upward.
Emma was a fucking goddess lying there.
The reality hit me.