A.N: My take on the wedding night. Maxerica are 100% freaks in bed, I accept no other head canon. This is fairly tame for some of the stuff I want to write for them, if I'm being honest. Anyways...
We finally make our exit from the reception around ten o'clock, and we nearly sprint up to our room. Our room. I do like the sound of that. When we reach the third floor, Maxon bends down and picks me up, throwing my legs over his arm.
"Maxon!" I squeal.
"Thresholds, darling. We can't really ever move to a new home, but I can carry you over this threshold," he says as he reaches the door to the King's suite.
Maxon's mouth moves hungrily over mine as he kicks the door shut behind us. His tongue probes mine gently and I twist my hands into his hair, wanting to be as close to him as I could be. However, my hands quickly dislodge his crown, and Maxon lets out a few curses into my mouth.
"We need to unpin everything," he groans. "Here, sit on the bed and I'll do you first."
I obediently sit on the edge of the bed and Maxon walks over in front of me. He rids himself of his royal sash, then unbuttons the scratchy jacket, placing it carefully over a chair at the table where we eat breakfast. He's left in just a white dress shirt and his pressed navy pants. He unbuttons his cuffs, and I'm practically salivating as he rolls his sleeves up his forearms to above his elbows. When he makes his way back to me, he bends down and ravishes my mouth again.
"Soon," he breathes, almost to himself, leaning his forehead on mine. "So, so soon."
He quickly pulls the pins out of my crown and sets it on one of the pillows that I didn't notice sitting on a small table just inside the door. He then returns to pull the pins out of my hair that are keeping my hairstyle in place. He pulls his fingers through my long curls, then entwines both hands in it, locking my mouth on his.
"This is taking way too long," he groans, and pulls me to my feet, turning me so my back is to him.
"I agree," I say quite breathlessly.
Maxon fumbles for a few minutes with my dress, muttering about how pointless buttons are. When he finally gets the last one undone, the dress falls to the floor, leaving me in a cream satin slip that comes midway down my thighs. Maxon slowly turns me to face him, and I suddenly feel shy. I look down at the ground.
"No, darling," Maxon says softly, tilting my face up to look at him. "Don't hide from me."
I bring my hands up to his face and Maxon's hands slowly slide down to cup my ass, almost asking permission. When I bring his lips down to mine, he gasps and pulls me closer to him. I spin him and sit him on the bed, surprising him.
Maxon just looks up at me and I clamber onto the bed to straddle his lap to take off his crown. Once I stop moving, he grabs my ass again, making me gasp and he pulls me closer. I can feel his erection pressing against me, and I start to grind into it. At Maxon's moan, I pull pins from his hair as quickly as I can as he presses kisses to my chest, straying lower and lower, closer to the neckline of my shift. His hands roam up and down my back, squeezing and caressing. When I pull the last pin from his head, I take the crown and place it next to mine.
I turn from the table, and Maxon is standing, beginning to unbutton his shirt. I walk over to him and move his hands to my waist, unbuttoning his shirt myself, kissing his chest through his T-shirt as it appears through the opening shirt. Maxon begins to slide his hands underneath my shift, and the feeling of his hands on my bare skin set me on fire. When I reach the last button, I try to slide the shirt off his shoulders, but he refuses to relinquish his hold on me. I look up at his face, and he is staring down at me intensely.
I reach up, aided by his hands lifting me onto my toes. I kiss down his jaw.
"Maxon, my love?" I whisper.
He responds with a grunt as I press my hips to his as firmly as I can.
"Yes, darling?" he pants.
"You need to let go of me for a moment."
He presses his face into my neck, placing open-mouthed kisses up to my ear then down to my shoulder, eliciting a loud moan from me. "Don't wanna," he murmurs into my skin.
"Maxon. Hands off," I say as firmly as I can, which is not very. "Otherwise you won't see my freckle."
He groans as he releases me, and I take off his dress shirt. I slide my hands under his T-shirt, relishing the feel of the hard ridges of his abs and pecs, and he gasps when I flick my fingernails over his nipples. I quickly throw the shirt somewhere behind me, then push him onto the bed.
Finally, alone with my husband, and we can do whatever we want without hiding.
I kiss and nip my way up his chest, stopping to run my teeth over his nipples again for a little, then kissing him.
We consume each other. Our tongues massaging each other, breathing each other's air and each swallowing the other's moans of complete pleasure. Maxon has been gradually bringing his hands higher under my slip, and when he reaches my upper back, nearly to my bra, he brings it over my head and throws it somewhere.
Maxon then rolls over on top me, rising to his knees and raking his eyes down my lingerie- clad body. My eyes travel down his sculpted chest, down to the well defined vee at his pelvis. I bite my lip to keep from moaning when I see Maxon palming his erection through his pants, and Maxon's head falls forward.
"Stop doing that," he groans. "This will be over way too fast."
"Then stop touching yourself," I say breathlessly, pulling his hands off himself and bringing him down to my level. He brings his lips down to mine. "I thought that was my job," I say between kisses.
"I just want to look at you," he pants, trying to pull back.
I run my hands down his chest, raking my nails through the light dusting of chest hair, and Maxon actually shakes at the sensation. "Later," I hiss. If we slow down now, the light will make me too nervous.
I find the button of his pants, and start pushing them down his legs, then Maxon kicks them off onto the floor. He runs his hand up my torso, bringing his hands to my breasts, teasing them through the lacy material of my bra. He pushes his hips into mine a few times, and I whimper at the friction and warmth that I feel.
"Please, Maxon," I breathe, trying to lock my legs around his waist.
"Not yet, darling," he says, pulling a cup of my bra down to tease around my nipple, but never actually getting there. I cry out in frustration as his thumb rubs against my freckle through my bra. He reaches around my back and tries to unhook the bra, but struggles. I laugh.
"Here," I say, unhooking it in the front. I don't take it all the way off, I just leave it hanging open.
Maxon runs his hands up my stomach, groaning as I raise my hips to increase the pressure and the friction. He brings his hands under my bra, massaging my breasts causing my bra to fall to the side, and I raise myself up to take it all the way off.
Maxon sits up up my waist and I let out an earthy moan as I feel his cock pressing hard into my core. I wiggle my hips, desperate for some friction, and Maxon's hands fly to my hips.
"Stop. Moving," he chokes out, his eyes glued to my chest. "So beautiful," he whispers, bringing a hand up to brush his fingers against my breasts. "I can't- you're so beautiful." He leans down, finally getting to my nipples, as I wind my hands into his hair, anchoring his mouth around the tips of my breast. His teeth lock around one as his hand pinches the other and I nearly scream.
"So good," I pant. He moves his mouth down to suck on my freckle.
"Do you have any idea," Maxon whispers after licking a thick strip over the center of my breast and returning to suck on the freckle, "how long I have wanted to see you like this?"
"Yes," I moan, locking my legs tighter around his hips. "Maxon, please."
He kisses down my torso, running his hands up my thighs, and his face comes to rest right in front of my core. He breathes in through his nose deeply as his palm caresses me through my panties.
"God, America," he moans. "You're so wet. You smell so good. You always smell so good."
I don't know how to respond to that, so I take his fingers and hook them through my panties, and he slides them down my legs, bringing his mouth to my clit.
"Ah! Maxon!" I cry out as he flicks his tongue over the bundle of nerves and then moves lower to stick his tongue inside me.
"Oh, God," I moan. "Don't stop, please don't stop."
Maxon moans into my pussy and it sends shockwaves up my spine. He brings a hand down to start playing around my clit, then starts to lave at it with his tongue. I gasp as he slides a finger inside me, curling it, stroking me into a frenzy.
"Oh! Maxon," I gasp as he adds another finger, stroking deep and hard. I use my hands to anchor his face in place, grinding onto his hand and face.
"Oh God," I hear him say, though it's muffled. "Yes, America. Fucking hell, you're so hot."
I feel my body getting closer to the edge, and I'm thrashing around on the bed.
"Oh- Maxon- I'm so- oh- I'm gonna-." I try to warn him, but I can't get the words out. He sucks my clit into his mouth in response.
"Oh fuck!" I scream.
"I know, love," Maxon says, not letting up on me. "I can feel you fluttering around my fingers. You're so close. God, you taste so good. Come on, darling. Come for me," he moans into my core, and his words do it.
I let out a loud moan as I come all over him, pulling his face closer to me and locking my legs around his shoulders. He massages the top of my clit with his tongue as I come down and gently moves his fingers inside me before pulling them out. I slowly loosen my grip on his hair and his shoulders as I collapse into mush. I see him suck my juices off his hand and I swear I almost come again.
Maxon kisses back up to my lips, and I barely have the energy to kiss him back. He wraps his arms around me, holding me tightly to his chest, grinding his dick into me. I reach down and slide his boxers down to his knees and he shoves them the rest of the way down.
I move a hand down to his cock and begin to stroke it softly. Maxon sucks in a breath through his teeth, burying his face in my neck. "Harder," he hisses. I stroke a little harder and Maxon starts to buck his hips into my hand. "Oh, God. Love, stop. I don't want to come yet."
I bring his lips to mine, biting softly at his lower lip and guiding his cock to me. Maxon pullis his face away from mine, gently stroking my hair out of my face.
"America… this isn't going to be slow," he says nervously. "You need to give me a minute if that's how you want it."
"Maxon, if you don't fuck to me right now, I'm divorcing you," I say seriously
"Yes, dear," he says, leaning down to kiss me again.
He thrusts his hips to mine and hisses, and I can feel every inch of him inside me. I try to moan or say something, but my voice gets caught in my throat. He pulls out and thrusts into me again, and I let loose the loudest moan I've ever heard.
"Oh, God. America. So tight," he breathes. "So wet- I can't-"
I raise my hips to meet his next thrust, and he lets out a wordless yell.
"Fuck- Mer- can't -gonna-," he breathes out, still rolling his hips against mine.
"Maxon," I moan. "Touch me," I breathe.
He runs a hand up my side to caress my breast again as he grinds into me, and I move my hand to the other one and bring my other hand down to my clit.
Maxon's eyes lock in on my fingers frantically circling in my wetness, and I make sure to nudge his cock, which makes him hiss in pleasure.
"Fuck, I need to watch," he says, sitting back on his heels and pulling my hips towards him so he can watch me squeeze a handful of my breast and rub my clit at the same time.
The angle shoves him deeper into me, and my eyes roll back into my head. "Don't stop, don't stop," I chant, and Maxon falls back on top of me, knocking my hand off of my clit as he takes over.
"At some point," he breathes into my ear though my moans, grunting as he thrusts his cock straight into my g-spot, "I'm going to watch you make yourself come, and I will keep myself from throwing myself at you."
I try to laugh, but it's quickly overtaken by more inappropriate noises as Maxon finds a way to shove himself harder inside of me. "I'll believe it when I see it."
Maxon doesn't respond, but kisses me deeply and rolls my clit at the same pace as his hips rolling into mine. I moan into his mouth, wrapping my legs around him and digging my heels into his ass. I run my hands down his back, caressing his scars, and Maxon starts thrusting into me harder. I can feel his dick so deep in me, it's a wonder that I haven't split in half.
"Oh, Maxon," I pant. "You're- so big- ugh- can't- I'm gonna-"
"Yes, yes," Maxon pants, our foreheads touching as we roll our hips together. "You're- fuck- getting tighter- God-"
Maxon's voice cuts off, and I yell when he pinches my clit and I'm so close.
"Come with me, America. So- close," Maxon says, his eyes screwed up, thrusting erratically into me. "So warm- God this pussy-"
Maxon pinches my nipple and my clit and kisses me, biting my lip at the same time and I lose it.
"Maxon!" I scream as I come, raking my nails down his biceps.
He lets out a roar as he grabs my hips, calling my name, and jerks into me a few more times before I feel him coming inside me, and I moan at the feeling.
Maxon sets his sweaty head on my shoulder, both of us panting, and he wraps me in his arms tightly, his softening penis still inside me.
Maxon kisses my cheek and peppers a few kisses across my jaw before kissing me softly.
"I love you so much," he says, running his nose along mine.
I push him down so I can curl up on his chest, still breathless. Maxon's arms wind around me and I can't think of anywhere I would rather be.
I hug him tightly. "I know," I yawn, pressing a kiss to his chest. "I love you more," I say sleepily.
Maxon laughs gently, kissing the top of my head. "That's impossible, darling."
I want to protest, but I find myself already asleep.
When I wake, it is still dark, and I am still wrapped in Maxon. I've shifted to laying on my back, and his head is lying between my breasts, a leg thrown over both of mine and his arm winding around my waist. I press a kiss to the top of his head. I manage to slip out of his grasp and I pick his dress shirt up off the floor and button it over my torso, tying my hair up with a hair tie I find in the vanity table I had moved in here. I pad out onto the balcony attached to the suite, and gaze out over the gardens.
My mind runs through everything that's happened this last year. Almost exactly a year ago, I was sneaking out to meet Aspen in a treehouse, breaking the law, now I make the law. I don't think I'll ever really feel like the Queen. No, that's Amberly's job. She has more poise and grace than I'll ever have.
I wrap my arms around myself, and think of Maxon. My Maxon. He's the most sincere, genuine man that could possibly exist. I don't know what I did to earn him, especially with what I did to Aspen, but I'm never going to let him go.
Daddy, my soul whispers. Mom would have died of happiness today. She didn't want us to live the way we grew up. She didn't resent being poor, she resented her children's pain, if that makes any sense. I know that she loved us, and that she loved Dad. And if she could see the way that I love Maxon, and that her family will never have to suffer like that again, she would have been beside herself.
I curl up on a reclined chair, hugging myself tighter. What has happened to my life? This isn't an uncommon thought for me, but looking out over Angeles, seeing all the lights on in people's homes and knowing that I am their Queen- that is entirely new.
"America?" Maxon says softly, coming to sit on the end of my chair. He's put on some pajama pants, but he's still shirtless. "Are you alright?"
I look up at him, unsure of my answer. "I… yes?"
Maxon smiles gently and goes back into the- our- room. He returns quickly with the comforter from the bed, and sits down next to me, wrapping us in the blanket and holding me to his chest.
"As much as I enjoy seeing you wear nothing but my shirt, you must be freezing," my husband says, kissing my hair. "What's wrong?"
I want to say nothing, but I know that he's going to push things. "I don't really know. I'm terrified of being Queen, and I miss my dad. That's all."
I know Maxon is smiling, but I cannot see him.
"I don't think I've ever told you, but I have nightmares every night."
I turn back to look at him. "What? Since when? Why? Why didn't you-"
Maxon quiets me by kissing me. "If you keep talking, I can't bestow all of my wisdom upon you."
"Hmm," I smile. "Feel free to shut me up like that any time in the future."
"Oh, I will. Now, let me bestow."
"Bestow away."
"You know my father was not… well, wasn't really a father. He tried to teach me to be king, but I don't want to be the kind of king that he taught me to be, so I'm starting from scratch as well," he says quietly.
"But at least you grew up knowing that you would be king some day. I didn't have any sort of idea that I might be queen," I say, twisting my fingers into his chest hair.
"I suppose, but I still didn't have a model of how to be what I want to be. You have my mother at least," he says, nudging me a bit. "But, my point is, I have nightmares about becoming my father. That I do everything in my power to be a good king, to make Illéa a better place for everyone, and I end up lying about a war and abusing my son, all for the greater good."
I look up at Maxon and interrupt him. "If you think for a second that I would let you abuse our children, you are very wrong," I say with a smile. "Not that I think you would, but if you're really worried about it, I'd run away with the kids."
He snorts. "Thanks, darling. My point, however, is that we're all terrified. I'm sure that Stavros is worried about having two brand new royals, and I'm sure that nearly everyone in the country is at least slightly nervous about two newlyweds taking over the throne, or about something else. It's normal to be scared. The thing that makes you special and worthy of this crown is that in all of the times that you've been scared you have never once said that it would be too much."
Maxon scoots down on the chair to look into my eyes. "America, you have every right to be scared. But you are not alone. Sylvia will help you. All of my advisors will help you. Your family will help you. I will help you. And you will help us all in return, and you will help this entire country," he says sincerely, kissing my forehead gently, then my eyes, then my cheeks, and then my lips. "You and I, together, my darling, we're going to change the world."
I pull his face to mine, kissing him softly. "What did I ever do to deserve you?"
Maxon hums, slipping his hands underneath my shirt- well, his really. "I can think of a few things," he says with a devious grin.
I giggle softly as he picks me up, along with the comforter, then throws me on the bed. He stalks over to me, dipping down to kiss me thoroughly.
"Now, I woke up alone, in my bed, the night I got married, and that is unacceptable. I think that there should be something done to make up for that," he says, mischief gleaming in his eyes. I forget sometimes that he is only twenty years old.
"Do you now," I answer back softly, effectively shutting him up by throwing off the shirt and kissing him deeply.
"I do," he responds, into my mouth. He runs his hands down my bare back and goosebumps erupt all over my body.
"You know what I think is unacceptable?" I wrap my legs around his waist and grind my bare center over the hard ridge of Maxon's cock, pulling moans out of both of us.
"Probably- oh- a lot of things," he gasps, digging his fingers into the flesh of my ass.
"Mm." I drag my lips down his jawline, gently biting and soothing the sting with my tongue. "Right now," I breathe into his ear, "I'm especially upset by the fact that you have more clothes on than I do." I lick the inner shell of his ear, and make note of the noise it pulls from him. I'm going to be doing that a lot.
"I can fix that," he says hurriedly, rising to strip off his pants. He returns to kiss me again, but I take him by surprise and flip him on his back so I am straddling his waist.
"Oh." His eyes fasten on my breasts, and I give him a wicked grin. I slide back so that I can feel his between my legs, the head of his cock just kissing my clit if I rock forward. I moan as I swivel my hips in a circle, bearing down on my husband.
"This is the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life," Maxon rasps, lurching up to grasp me around the waist and shove his tongue down my throat.
"Uh uh," I chastise, shoving him back down on the bed. I rest my hands on his pecs, looking him straight in the eyes. "I'm in charge right now." A grin spreads across my face as I watch his eyes dilate and feel his cock twitch. I gasp at the feeling- I'm not going to be able to hold out much longer.
"Okay," his voice cracks. I bend down to kiss him, licking into his mouth. His hands move, and I don't stop them. One travels immediately to my ass; that's a favorite of his. The other goes to my hair, trying to pull it from it's ponytail. I laugh and nibble gently on his lip, then sit up and take my hair down. God knows where the hair tie ends up.
I lean back down to kiss him one more time, then kiss down his neck. I suck hard just under his collarbone, and Maxon nearly yells loud enough to bring the guards in.
They don't come in. They know what's going on.
"Holy shit, America," he pants, holding onto my hips and pulling me down onto his erection. I dodge just at the last second, avoiding him slipping inside me. "Oh God, please," he begs.
"Not yet." I nip one more time at his earlobe and brush my hands down his chest, catching my fingernails ever so slightly on the ridges of his abs. I sit up, still grinding over his cock, and bring my hands to my body. Maxon's eyes dart between my fingers at my clit, rubbing gentle circles and bumping the head of his dick, and the hand at my tits, pinching my nipple and squeezing my breast.
"Oh- kay," I moan as Maxon takes over rubbing my clit. I bring my other hand up to my breasts and push them together, squeezing tightly. He still doesn't know where to look- my pussy, where his thumb slides over one of the most sensitive areas of my body and he's grinding against me, or my tits, where I am touching myself, which he's told me is something he's fantasized about for months.
"Don't you want me to fuck you?" Maxon pants. "Please, Mer, please, let me."
"Not yet." I throw my head back and moan as he pulls me closer and nudges my hole. "Fine," I say, moving farther forward, away from his cock. "Make me come without your cock- oh fuck."
Maxon yanks me forward so I'm sitting on his face.
His mouth suctions over my entire pussy, and I twist my fingers into his hair to pull him closer. He moans into me when I do, and, oh my God, that felt amazing.
"Yes, Maxon," I pant as he wriggles his tongue inside of me, his lip nudging against my clit. "Oh my God, you're gonna make me come." I grind deeper into his mouth, gasping with every roll of my hips.
"Oh, yes. Right there, right there, right there. Yes, Maxon, fucking moan for me- FUCK."
Maxon slides two fingers into my dripping pussy and crooks them just so right as he sucks my clit into his mouth and I come so hard I see stars. Maxon keeps licking me through it and I come again, screaming this time, when he flicks the tip of his tongue over the exposed tip of my clit.
I look down and see that the pillows drenched as I slide back down Maxon's body. "What happened there?" I pant. Maxon's eyes are blazing as I slide over his cock, teasing him again.
"You fucking squirted," he answers as he reaches up to twist my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "I made you come so hard you squirted all over my face and I want to do it again every day for the rest of my goddamn life."
"I think I can agree to that," I say, still panting, sliding past his cock to kneel between his legs.
"Fuck, no," he swears. "I need to be inside you, America, ten fucking seconds ago- ooh."
I smirk and lick another wide strip up the side of his dick, coming up to suck just on the tip for a moment.
"That's fine," he squeaks, tilting his head forward to watch me slowly lower my mouth around his shaft, bobbing up and down. His hands tangle in my hair and press me down- light enough that I could resist if I wanted. I absolutely do not.
"Fuck, America, yes, just like that." He breathes heavily, his hips jerking to shove himself further into my mouth. I can tell he's holding back and I appreciate it. "Stay right there," he moans. His cock is just over halfway in my mouth, my hand stroking what doesn't fit. He flexes his hips slowly, testing, fucking my mouth. He moans again when I flick my tongue just under the head of his cock, so I do it again. And again.
"That's it," he gasps. He pulls me up towards him and sits up against the headboard. He takes his cock in hand and strokes himself. I bite my lip, just watching him.
I definitely agree that watching is a turn-on.
"America," he gasps, head thumping against the wall. "We can finish like this if you want-"
"No," I say firmly, moving to straddle his hips again. "Maybe later."
Maxon nods furiously, watching as I finally sink onto his erection.
"Oh, yes," I moan. In this position, with Maxon sitting up, I have to lean back a bit to get him as deep as I want, but holy shit is he deep. "Yes, Maxon, right fucking there."
I bounce on my knees as Maxon leans forward to attack my tits. I moan again as he sucks one into his mouth, pinning a nipple between his teeth, moaning into my flash as I fuse our hips together and tangle a hand in his hair.
"Fuck, Mer," he pants, leaning his head on my chest, sucking bruises wherever he can reach. I can't say that I mind.
He scoots forward a little and pulls our hips tighter together, bucking up into me if I dare to pull away.
"Are you always going to be this fucking tight?" he gasps as I grind deeper into him. "Because I don't think I can handle this for the rest of our lives."
"I don't- know," I moan when he brings a hand down to pinch at my clit. "Are you always going to be this hard?"
"Fuck yes," he growls, bring my face down to kiss me more filthily than I knew was possible. It's like we're trying to swallow each other, but it's so hot. I could kiss Maxon like this forever. "If you're around, especially if you're naked and riding my cock, I will always be this hard."
He pistons his hips up into me, and I cry out when he finds my g-spot. "Oh God, right there, Maxon. Fuck, that feels good," I moan..
I squeeze his dick as tight as I possibly can and his hands fly immediately to my ass, pulling me against him.
"Do that again," he begs.
So I do.
"I love you," he gasps, running his mouth along my jaw and up to my ear and back again. "I'm gonna come," he warns, almost mindlessly. "I'm going to come so fucking hard. God, America, I'm going to fucking come."
"Clit," I gasp, yanking his hand between my legs. "Me, too. I want to do this forever, Maxon. I want your cock in me forever, never fucking stop, oh my God." Maxon furiously rubs my clit and I bounce on his dick so fast my legs burn but it doesn't hurt nearly as bad as it would if I stopped.
"Fuck, Mer- yes, oh my God, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop," Maxon pants, thrusting up into my downstroke every single time-
"Fuck, I'm gonna come," I moan. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," I shriek, clamping down on Maxon's dick so hard that he seems to choke.
He opens his mouth in a silent scream, pressing into me so hard I swear I can feel him in my stomach. He twitches inside of me, making me moan again, which apparently frees his vocal cords.
"FUCK!" he screams, rolling over to pin me beneath him, shoving himself even further inside me. He buries his head in the crook of my neck as I wrap my limbs around him, pulling him closer and closer. He flexes his hips a few more times as he spurts inside of me, nearly whimpering at the sensation.
The only sound is our shallow breaths as we tangle our limbs together to stay close.
"I love you," Maxon rasps into my shoulder, then rolls so I can settle my head on his chest.
I wrap my arm around his waist. "I love you, too," I yawn, snuggling deeper to brings an arm up to stroke my back. "We should clean up."
Maxon hums in agreement. "Too tired, though" he protests softly.
I'm already asleep.