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WARNING! This chapter contains graphic sexual content. Rated:(MA). If you don't like to read this sort of story, don't. All others, please proceed.

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~Sweetwaterspice


To Have and To Hold

Chapter Two

As the motorcade made its way down the main streets of Illéa to the Royal airstrip, where our private jet waited, we couldn't believe the throngs of well-wishers lining the barricaded roads along the way. There were many waving the Illéan flag, some holding signs, "We love you, Queen America" and "Long Live King Maxon!". Even little ones propped on the shoulders of their fathers, joined in, waving and cheering as we passed on by.

"Can you believe this, Maxon?" America turned to look at me, her eyes moist from such an outpouring of affection. Gavril was not exaggerating at all. The people did indeed love us; loved her, my America.

"They love you, darling. I told you they would. They absolutely adore you." I couldn't have asked for a better reception. My people…my people had welcomed her as I knew they would and in turn, welcomed me with open arms. A wave of emotion threatened and I got a little choked up. Keep it together Maxon, I scolded myself, and let out a slow breath gaining the victory as I pulled my anchor, America, closer to me, my arm cradling her waist.

We drove a little further and America turned to me with a plea in her voice.

"Maxon, we have to stop; if just for a moment."

"What? Stop?" We never stopped. Ever!

"If just for a moment, please," she implored. I started to open my mouth to list a thousand reasons why we couldn't and quickly noting my apprehension she added, "They've waited for hours to get a glimpse; to show their support. We can't be so stuck up that we can't stop to thank some of them."

This was highly outside of protocol and I'm sure if Stavros had been here, he would've shot this idea down in an instant with a sawed-off shotgun.

But, I wasn't Stavros and I caved, looking into those pleading blue eyes. Damn it!

I alerted the driver to the Queen's wishes and he relayed the command for the motorcade to come to a halt.

"We have an order from His Majesty, to come to a stop…Yes, you heard me correctly."

Stavros would probably have a conniption once he saw this on the mid-day news!

The motorcade slowed and we came to a stop. The security detail practically jumped out of their vehicles to secure our exit from the Rolls Royce. Of course, we hadn't out-run all the paparazzi but, they were kept at bay.

This was rather an unconventional meet and greet but security didn't miss a beat, keeping a watchful eye as I exited and, extending my hand to America, helped her out of the car. The crowd went into a frenzy and my entire body felt the rush of adrenaline through my veins.

We walked over to what seemed like a mixed company of Fives and Sixes. Their faces glowed from sheer disbelief. The security detail was sensibly glued to our side as well-wishers reached out to shake hands or just get a touch as we walked by.

"We love you!" cried a woman behind teary eyes as America stopped to greet her.

"You made the right choice, Your Majesty," added another, the statement directed at me.

A young girl in front turned to her mother bouncing and exclaiming with pure awe, "She's even more beautiful in person than on the television!"

An elderly man took hold of my hand and kissed it. "We believe in you, King Maxon." His eyes were filled with hope and trust. I felt a knot in my throat. This was so surreal.

"I will do my best not to let you down." It was a lame thing to say but I meant it.

"She's as beautiful as your mother was, inside and out," said another, shaking my hand.

We exchanged words with the lucky few. I watched America as she engaged them, listening to them, making them feel important. I was speechless. I was proud. I had made the right choice. And I cursed my father.


"And…had I been there, such a thing would've never happened! I cannot emphasize the importance of your safety during these critical times, Your Majesty! Next time, I am making sure to come along and..."

To say Stavros was unhappy would be a sorry understatement and his emphatic tone voiced his displeasure. I knew he worried. Couldn't fault the man for that. "Sorry, can't hear you Stavros," I yelled into my cellphone as I held it at arms-length. But I heard every maddening word from the other side. "What? Sorry, you're breaking up! Must be the altitude! We'll see you soon. Okay, talk to you later." I immediately shut it off.

I sighed. "Well, that went horribly well."

I was sure I was going to get a firm speech once we got back. So, I tossed the cell on the chaise next to my suit jacket and exited the back room to the front cabin of the jet. America sat in one of the leather seats and as soon as she heard me approach, sat up at attention. She looked up at me with a worried and defined look of concern, the tip of her index finger lodged between her front teeth.

"How did he take it?" she asked. By the look on my face she knew the answer. "That well, huh?"

"I just got my ass chewed out, America!" I plopped down in the seat next to her. "I have no ass left!" I let my head fall back unto the headrest and closed my eyes.

America's warm hands wrapped around one of mine and she kissed it, bringing it to her cheek. "I dunno. Still looks pretty good to me."

I turned my head to look at her. "This is not a joke, America," my tone a little sterner than I wished. "What we did was dangerous. If anything would've happened to you…" This wasn't the first stupid thing we'd ever done as my mind flooded back to images of our little adventure outside the palace that left her bleeding from that gunshot wound.

"Nothing happened," she countered, quickly.

"No, but it could've. I can't bear to lose you too." The weight of the loss of my parents was visible in my eyes and she saw it.

"You won't. I promise." Her voice was comfortingly sweet, and it draped me with calm. "I love you." It didn't matter how many times she'd said it, those words made my heart surge. She leaned into me, cupping my face with her small hand. Her lips were soft and supple as they pressed against mine.

America brought a peace into my world that I had been unprivileged to enjoy before. I wouldn't take it for granted. She smiled at me and rested her head on my shoulder, snuggling up against me. I sighed. I couldn't be so irresponsible ever again.

We sat silent for a moment, engrossed in our own thoughts.

"We did the right thing you know?" her eyes looked up at me.

"At the time it seemed like a good idea."

"Maxon," she sat up, calling my attention. Shifting in her seat, she turned to face me.

"The people need to know that we are there for them, that we're accessible to them. We can't continue to be figures they just get to see on the T.V screen once a week. Something archaic, hold up in a palace – out of reach and disconnected," her words were soft but passionate. "They need to know we are flesh and blood, just like them. We cry, we laugh…we bleed. I know your father had his way of ruling; but you're not your father. Your rule can turn things around! The people love you and you have a chance to really win their hearts." She paused. Her eyes searched my face for a reaction. I couldn't tell if I showed worry or doubt but whatever she saw, she wanted to soothe, take away.

"I know you have a plan for changing things slowly…and you have my full support. But what we did today, will resonate with people everywhere. We are the new face of Illéa, my love. We are the future."

Her words struck several chords. She made a valid argument. We couldn't be dolls behind a glass case any longer. And I had an opportunity to change that. I stared at her, absolutely taken by her spirit and her content.

Chills covered every inch of my body. "I want you."

"Maxon!" she scolded, slapping my arm.

"Do you realize how sexy you sound when you talk politics…?" I asked, in that throaty tone she liked, as I leaned into her neck.

"Hmph! You already had me this morning," she whispered, a little defiant. I didn't mind a little resistance. It was kind of hot.

I persisted, running my lips over a small area on the crook of her neck.

"And now it's lunchtime."

"And will you have an appetite for dinner later?"

I continued my soft kisses and could feel her warming up. "Famished," I baited.

She moaned. That was a very good sign. Then, in an almost breathless tone, she asked, "How much longer before we get there?"

I replied against her neck, "About 6 more hours." It was getting heated pretty quickly, as my hand crawled up her thigh under her dress.

"Oh God," she sighed, feeling my hand sliding higher. Then she shrieked!

Ding! The "fasten your seat belt" light comes on. Turbulence!

I curse under my breath.

One of the two flight attendants walks over as we adjusted in our seats. "I'm sorry Your Majesties, but you will need to buckle up." Thankfully she didn't stick around for long after she offered to get us drinks.

"Are you ok?" America asks, as I wriggle in my seat, adjusting my crotch.

She obviously knew I wasn't because she wore a very telling grin. "You're so cute," she teases.

I breathe, closing my eyes as I attempt to get the blood flow from my penis back to the head on my shoulders.

This was cruel and unusual punishment.


We enjoyed champagne and a nice lunch spending the next couple of hours talking and laughing and kissing. Indeed, we kissed more than we spoke but I wasn't complaining. The flight attendants had been discerning enough to leave us in privacy for the most part which allowed for more intimate displays of affection. But my mind was still trying to formulate a way to get America to the bedroom in the back of the jet.

"We can boast that we joined the Mile-High Club," I coaxed, kissing her ear. I had picked up rather quickly what sensitive spots on her body would easily turn her on. This move always seemed to work.

"Max-on," she looked at me with dreamy eyes. It was working. "We can't. I already told you," her voice low, dripped with sex. Her tone didn't dissuade but only encouraged me.

I whispered, undeterred, "I want you, America…now."

"Not on that bed."

"We don't have to use the bed," I countered.

Our eyes locked, her index finger sliding through an opening between the buttons of my shirt, drawing little circles on my chest as if she were considering my offer. It sent a flow of blood to my already erect cock. Her gaze fell to her finger in my shirt that slowly left its place to trail over the row of buttons, down to the hard mass protruding from my pants.

Watching her palm rub over my stiff penis, she hummed, "Mmmm…" America bit her lower lip and squeezed, her eyes connecting with mine. Leaning next to my ear, her sultry voice brushed softly, "You drive a hard bargain, sir."

Her shameless play on words was enough to break me, setting off flares within me.

Standing I held out my hand. She took it. JACKPOT!

Anxious and feeling very virile, I couldn't get into that room fast enough and by the time we reached the door, we had already succumbed to the heat of passion. I unlocked the door and we practically fell through. I kicked the door shut with one foot, never leaving her kiss for a second. America feverishly worked on the buttons of my shirt as I hiked up her dress, our tongues dancing in a full kiss. Shoes came off at some point, I wouldn't remember when.

I threw her dress to the side, sucking in a breath as she stood before me in those damn sexy pieces of lingerie I loved – today it was a white, lacey, push-up bra and those hot panties that showed off her perfect ass.

I pulled her to me, my wet kisses lay into her throat as she bent back slightly, and then blazed a trail down to her cleavage. Her receptive moans made my mind go wild. I reached behind searching for the clasp to her bra but couldn't find one. She placed a hand on my arm.

"Not there," she spoke softly, looking at me. "Here." Her fingers went not to the back but the front of her bra. They made bras like this?! In what took less than three seconds, her bra split in half, revealing her perfectly rounded breasts to my hungry eyes. I let out a slow, appreciative breath. I was one blessed man!

"You're so beautiful," I swallowed, my eyes rising from her breasts to her eyes. Our tongues met as my fingers pushed the straps off her shoulders and it fell to the floor. I slipped a hand into her hair, holding her to me as I kissed her hard. Slowly, that same hand slid along over her throat coming to rest on one breast. The feel of her in my hand made me give thanks to all that was holy for the creation of woman.

My tongue rolled about her hard and perky nipples which stoked her, both hands full with her feminine breasts. Her fingers slipped into my hair as I sucked on one and then the other and again. And I always got a special reaction when I lightly bit her tender nubs.

"Ohhhhh…yeeess."

The blood was running strong through my veins and I needed her now! I lifted her by the back of her thighs. Long legs wrapped around my waist as I turned with her hanging on me to the padded partition where I pinned her. She was like a cat in heat, calling my name and telling me she needed me now. Her wish was my command.

Truth be told this was damn exciting. The steady go of the jet as it sliced through the clouds, made it feel as if I were about to enter heaven itself.

At this juncture, all reservations had been blown out the window which was taking me by absolute surprise. For every time we got intimate, the next round became freer and more liberal. I hooked my fingers into the waist of America's panties pulling them over her bottom but with our position as it was, the damn things weren't going to come off. So I reluctantly let her down, her feet touching the floor.

Never one for lost opportunities, I knelt before my queen. I laid soft kisses on her belly as I now gently pulled the lacey ware off her, tossing it over my shoulder. I was soon staring face to face with her nicely trimmed pussy. Where in the world did she learn about that?

The tide of her desire was clearly visible, trapped in the trimmed field of her light reddish hair. I felt a sense of pride for here was the result of my seduction. She gasped as I moaned into her, my mouth wrapping her second lips in a deep kiss. She was sweet, like honey from a honeycomb. I ate her, slowly and fully. She let out a series of shaky moans, her hand fixed on the back of my head, urging me to go deeper. Her wish again, was my command. Raising her right leg I propped the back of her knee unto my shoulder, spreading her with a couple of fingers and deeper my tongue slipped inside. And hell was she loving this! She voiced it and let out little sighs and whimpers as I sucked and probed every bit of her. But I didn't want to make her orgasm. Not yet.

I stood, and looked into those eyes yearning for satisfaction. Her gaze questioned me, asking why I had stopped but she knew why as I unbuckled the belt on my pants. Her lips blazed across my collarbone and she sighed heatedly waiting for me to step out of my bottoms. I was done quickly and met her swollen lips again. Smooth hands snaked around my waist, under my dress shirt and up my back and came back down to rest on my naked ass. If that wasn't incentive enough, I swept my left forearm under her right knee for easier access, took hold of myself with my right hand, and crouching just slightly, found her heated entrance. I loved hearing her little gasps and moans as I slid into her and the feel of her heated walls wrapping around me was…yes, I was in heaven.

We were joined in passion…in want and lust. It amazed me how easy and uninhibited this sort of thing was becoming to us. And I couldn't imagine any other woman in her place. America did things to me that no other woman could or had tried to do. Not Daphne, not Kriss…no one. From the moment we met, such was the case. She was unique and irreplaceable. I wanted to give her everything…all the world; and all of me. I didn't have to play a game anymore. When I wanted her then, I couldn't have her and I couldn't have her because of outside forces keeping us apart. Now those obstacles were gone and here we were; the way it should be.

America held on to me about my neck, as I moved inside of her, slow at first and faster at others, alternating tempo with power. I pulled up her left leg against my waist. There – that was much better as she was now opened to me fully. My palms pressed against the wall, keeping us balanced and steady as I showed America repeatedly how much I loved her; how good she made me feel.

"Ohhhh…Maxon," she breathed, her face flushed, her mouth slightly parted. It turned me on seeing her like this, that I was the stimuli causing this reaction. Her body welcomed me, summoned me to take all I desired. I pulled on her bottom lip with my teeth as I gave her what she wanted.

"You're sooo good; ohhh, you feel sooo, sooo damn good," she cooed. Hell, what was this woman trying to do to me?! My heart pounded in my chest at her words as she voiced how much pleasure I was giving her. I groaned in her ear as if her words were the signal to cross the finish line. But not yet.

I adjusted my hands to grab full hold on the back of her thighs pressing her still further into the wall. She let out a muffled moan into my shoulder as I hit her core. I knew she wouldn't last much longer as I repeatedly tapped her there.

"Ahhhhh…good God! Maaa-xon!" she cried, gripping tight the material of my shirt. Her chest heaved, her breathing hitched. I felt her pelvis spasm as she let it all go, her orgasm overcoming her quickly. The commanding strength of her orgasm swept me away with it as well; the trembling of her walls around me and flow of her love drowning me brought me to my own powerful climax. Every part of me was now a part of her as I released and emptied my soul into my love.

Our breaths heaved, then slowed, our foreheads pressed together. We kissed softly. My body trembled at the awesome sex we had just had. I smiled at her and she smiled back.

"Welcome to the Mile-High Club."


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