The Ambassador Ch 5

"This is your room," Maxon opened the door for Ben, "America is just down the hall."

Ben smiled and grabbed my hand, "This is big enough for both of us. Don't you think, mio caro?"

"I think it'll do," Ben pulled on my hand, but an arm shot up to the door frame. Maxon's arm.

"I don't have to remind you the laws of this country, correct? I know they can be restraining."

So, he had seen my interviews. Interesting. "Okay. Sure. Tell me, Maxon. Which one are you going to get: a police officer or a preacher?"

His hand slid down from the frame, "The banquet starts in thirty minutes. I suggest you spend your time productively."

I closed the door softly.

Ben frowned, "He doesn't sound like the man you talked about."

"No. I didn't seem like himself. He sounded…he sounded like his father."

"That's…not good."

"It would change some things."

"What do you think? What happened to him to make him change that much?"

"I think…I think me."

"Not everything can be tied to you, Ami. You don't have that much power," Ben said. He wasn't being condescending, he was trying to soothe me, trying to make me feel better about the mess that I had made through one stupid decision.

"I think I did," I whispered, "One of the most powerful men in the world was in love with me, and I think I might have broken something in him."

Ben held my face in his hands, "Bambino, it's okay. It was a nasty break up, I'll give it that, but he's a strong man, he might need some time, but he'll get over it."

"What makes you think that?"

Ben smiled, "Because you did. You looked right at him and didn't look like you wanted him, didn't look like you loved him."

"Because I look at you like that now."

"Mio caro," he groaned and gave me a deep kiss.

"Did you mean what you said to me? About tonight?"

"Yes. Tonight, I make you a woman."

"Why wait 'til tonight?" I asked, backing him up towards the bed.

He sat down, "I won't have enough time to properly bed you. I want all the time I can get."

I was on fire. I palmed the front of his pants, feeling how much he wanted to be improper, "You might not make it through the night if you keep thinking of us fucking."

He gulped, realizing where my line of thought was taking me. His hand was already gathering my hair together, "Maybe you should give me something else to think about."

I had him out of his pants and in my hand before he could say anything else.

"Bamb…" his mouth fell open when I put my mouth around him. His breathing got faster and he gripped my hair tighter. I loved him like this. When my mouth was around him and he couldn't think. When I cupped his balls and he started to shake. When I licked up his big shaft and he groaned. When I took him in deep and his hand tightened on my scalp.

"Bambino," he managed to get out, "So deep. So good. Oh…Just like that. Just like that, bambino. You feel so good. God, tonight will be a dream. When I can finally press you into the mattress, when I can watch your mouth fall open with pleasure. When I can make you scream. Bambino, you better hope that these walls are thick, otherwise everyone will hear you."

I let out an involuntary moan around him.

"I know, amore. I know you would love that. To let everyone hear just how much I love you. To let everyone know that you are mine. To let everyone know just exactly how well and how often I can make you come."

He finished in a choking gasp and I took as much as I could get.

"Piccolo diavolo," he said finally.

"Well, you're welcome then," I said, getting up to get changed for the event. Ben stayed on the bed, laying back in his dress shirt and his pants still around his ankles.

He watched me as I stripped from my day dress and slipped into a pair of panties. I stared at him for a second, "What?"

"How wet are those panties going to be by the end of the night?"

My breath stopped, "They're already drenched."

He gulped, "I could…"

I smiled, "We don't have enough time, Ben. And I've already had mine a divider away from a Royal limo driver. That's one for the record books."

"You really like the idea of someone having to listen to us, don't you?"
My eyes flashed back up to him as I stepped into my dress, "I wouldn't mind it."

He growled, but I ignored it. I shimmied the dress up my chest, "Help zip me up?"

"I liked the gold one better," he said, referring to the gold dress without a back and not much of a front either.

"We're trying to look like we don't fuck each other in the most improper places ever. That dress wouldn't help."

"I don't see why it wouldn't."

"Ben," I looked over my shoulder at him, "We are the most appropriate, principled, and mannered couple that there ever was. We aren't coming back up here to fuck later on, and I definitely didn't just suck you off minutes before going to a banquet with the Royal Family in attendance. We are going there to charm the pants off the politicians, eat some strawberry tarts, and try to tell the world that we are a proper couple able to take care of a country. That's all you need to know."

Ben looked sober for the first time since he got off the plane, "I love you so much. Especially when you talk like that."

I scoffed.

He kissed my shoulder before zipping me up the rest of the way, "I'll behave. For an hour."

"The banquet is three."

"Two hours, then."
I growled softly as he hugged me from behind, "Fine. I'll behave for two and a half hours because you asked, but then I'm grabbing your ass as much as I want to and letting your ex know that you are undeniably taken. Whether you want to stay for the other half hour or take me upstairs is completely up to you."

"You really don't understand what we're trying to do here, do you?"

He hummed, "I understand that I have a beautiful girlfriend that I haven't seen in a month and want alone. Everyone at that banquet will understand that I'm a little…desperate."

I walked out of his arms before he convinced me to skip the banquet. I went to the makeup table and put on red lipstick before braiding my hair into a French side braid.

I looked at myself in the floor length mirror. This dress had a low back, but not one as scandalous as the gold dress, and the sleeves on the green dress came down to my wrist to make up for the back in propriety. If Kriss was trying to brand me a slut, I would give her the opposite. I looked like a stylish, but proper lady.

In the mirror, Ben came up behind me. He had his tux on now, and with his unruly hair he looked like a bit devil-may-care. I loved that man.

"Last chance, bambino."

"People will notice that we aren't there." I walked to the door, and said in Italian, "Don't you want to show me off?"

He growled lowly, before grabbing my hand and dragging me towards the party.

"And this is my beautiful girlfriend," Ben said, when he saw me coming behind the politicians. "I was just telling them all about you. only the good stuff though, of course."

"This must have been a short conversation then," I smiled at the men, "I'm America."

"We know, ma'am. My granddaughters have been keeping up with all of your social media. I find them on my computer all the time. I think it's the only reason that they come over anymore."

"I'm sure not!" I said, putting my hand on his arm.

He shrugged, "Either way, I think they would appreciate it if I got a picture with you. Do you mind?"

"I'll do you one better. I'll post the picture for you."

His eyes lit up, "That would be amazing."

By the time Ben and I left the man, he was giddy happy, showing everyone he could the picture that I took with him.

"Well, Lady America. I think he would marry you right now if you asked him."

I laughed at him, but was interrupted by someone grabbing my sides from behind. I turned around sharply and was met by a familiar face.

Celeste and I both squealed as we embraced each other, causing quite a scene.

"Look at you!" I grabbed Celeste's hand and twirled her, "You look beautiful!"

"Why, thank you!" she flipped her hair over her shoulder, "Do you, uh, notice anything different with me?"

I stood back, looking at her from head to foot. She smiled, "Nothing, America? Really?"

She lifted her hand.

"Get. Out." I grabbed her hand again, looking at the ring, "That thing is huge! Oh my God, who?"

"Basketball player. He's tall and built like a lion."

"Really?"

She took both my hands and started swinging them in a sort of dance, "Including in the best way possible. But apparently all this will fall on jaded ears."

She extended her hand toward Ben, who graciously took it and kissed it, "Well, hello there, Prince Benedict."

"Lady Celeste. It is a pleasure to finally meet you. I've heard so many things about you."

"All bad, I hope," she flirted back.

"Careful now, Celeste. Word has it, that man is taken and his girlfriend is a real bitch." I joked.

Celeste smiled at me, "I would be a bitch too if I had scare all the women away from him. And occasionally some boys, I presume?"

"Occasionally," Ben smiled back.

"Don't get cocky, now." I wagged a finger at him.

"No, mio caro. Not now."

Celeste put her hand over her heart, "Jesus, put a baby in me."

I shared her sentiments.

"I'm stealing your girlfriend," Celeste told the Prince of Italy, "I assume you can work the floor on your own."

Ben nodded, but Celeste didn't wait to see it as she dragged me off to a table, "Spill."

I leaned forward, "Where do you want me to start?"

Ben put his hand on the back of my seat, "I'm sorry to interrupt, ladies, but it's been two and half hours."

"Should I stand up for you?" I smirked at him. He looked desperate.

"You should leave with me." I wasn't going to argue with him. Not when he looked at me like that.

"Celeste, will you please excuse us?"

"Only if I get an invite to Italy some time."

"Of course."

"Then, you are excused to go fuck each other."

We were in our room before the minute was up. I slammed the door shut before Ben pushed me up against it. He reached down, raising the hem of my skirt before wrapping my bare legs around his waist, "Should I be concerned that Celeste knew we were going to make love? I thought we were pretty convincing."

"It's just Celeste. She notices things."

I keened as he rubbed up against where I wanted him most.

"We're both wearing too many clothes," Ben breathed against my neck.

"Yeah? What are you going to do about it?"

"I'm thinking just the panties need to go. We can work around the dress and if I rip the panties off of you, I don't have to back away from you."

I moaned, "Can't get the dress dirty. And it's your sisters."

He scoffed, "Well, then it has to come off."

I laughed against his mouth, "Zipper, babe."

"Bambino…"

We got our clothes off pretty quickly, although we kept getting distracted by kissing whatever skin we had just uncovered. After we were both naked, I pulled Ben back up against me, but he shook his head, "Your first time won't be against a door, mio caro. I'm going to bed you like a proper man should."

I moaned, "Later then."

He laughed, putting his hands on either side of the door, caging myself between it and his body, "Yes, bambino. Later, I will fuck you against the door."

He led me to the bed and had me sit on it, "I've had so much time to think about how I want you."

"Ben!" my voice was hoarse and low.

"I thought go for the longest time that I wanted you beneath me, so that I could see every expression that crossed your face, but then I realized something. Do you want to know what it is?" He took his finger and purposely messed up my lipstick.

I sucked his finger into my mouth as an answer and he growled.

"I realized that if you were on top of me it would feel so much deeper for you and I would see every expression and your tits…your tits would bounce for me, wouldn't they?"

I moaned and he laid down on the bed, "Come here, bambino."

My mouth fell open at the sight before me and I had my legs on either side of him before I knew I was moving.

"Like pulling off a band-aid, bambino," Ben said, his hands on my hips and a concerned look on his face.

I positioned him at my entrance just like I had dreamed of doing so many times before. I sat down hard, "Fuck!"

A ripping feeling tore through me, but quickly transformed into the odd feeling of having something in me, having Ben in me. No matter how many times his fingers were in me, they could never prepare me for having that his large cock inside me, rubbing up against…everything.

I rose up and lowered myself onto him again, and moaned. Moaned louder than I ever have before, "Ben!"

"I know, bambino. That's it." He started grinding with each down stroke and my head fell back so far I had to put my hands back to brace myself against his thighs. That just gave me a better angle.

"You look so beautiful right now, bambino."

I looked at him with desperate eyes.

"Amore. Look at you. Listen to you! Dio, do you even realize you're making that noise? And your face. Bambino, you look so beautiful with your mouth open like that and your eyes that pleading."

I keened.

"That's it, bambino."

He flipped us over easily and I almost screamed. My head landed on the pillow, "Ben."

He slowed our pace, but went into me harder, deeper.

He talked to me in rapid Italian and I knew he was close, "Do it, Ben. Make us both come."

Ben knew what I was talking about and reached between us. The little button he found just needed one push with his ever-clever fingers and I screamed my release, bringing him with me.

We both sat panting for the longest time, our chests rising and falling next to each other.

"I think I'm going to die of happiness," I whispered.

Ben chuckled, kissing me again. Once. Twice. Deeper and deeper with each time his mouth came down on mine.

"Again?" I was astounded, "Don't we have a meeting tomorrow morning?"

He growled at me, "That's what coffee is for."

"Oh, really?" I teased.

"Yes. Making slow, passionate love to your girlfriend for the night. Then going to talk foreign policy with her ex."

I smiled, running my hands down my body and opening my legs farther for him.

He entered the space I had just made for him like he had more right to it than his own throne.

"I think you once promised me that I would be so tired I wouldn't be able to keep my eyes open."

"Well. I always keep my promises."