THIRTY
The plane bathroom isn't big on a private jet. I think it's maybe a touch smaller. But it doesn't stop my prince meeting my previous request about the mile high club on the flight back to his home.
"Yes," I shudder as I grip his forearm.
His eyes gleam with mischief as he presses me against the tiny sink. The turbulence only adds to the thrill, our bodies swaying together in the cramped space. I can barely breathe, my heart pounding with excitement and nerves.
"Shh," he whispers, his lips brushing my ear. "We don't want the staff to hear."
I nod, biting my lip to stifle a moan as his hands roam my body. The hum of the engines provides a steady backdrop to our clandestine encounter. I fumble with his belt, my fingers clumsy with anticipation.
"I've been wanting this since takeoff," I breathe, fumbling with his belt buckle.
"Here I was thinking I'd just finger you under a blanket," he kisses my neck.
"You still can. This first," I whisper.
"The engaged sex is about to absolutely blow the girlfriend sex out of the water," he roughly pulls my skirt up.
"My dirty prince is about to become my filthy king," I giggle.
His hands slide up my thighs, pushing my skirt higher. The cool air hits my skin, making me shiver with anticipation. I manage to undo his belt, my fingers trembling as I work on his zipper.
"You have no idea how much I want you," he growls, his voice low and husky.
I gasp as he lifts me onto the edge of the tiny sink, the cold porcelain a stark contrast to my flushed skin. He pushes aside my underwear, his touch electric against my sensitive flesh.
"I have some idea," I moan, "but prove it to me."
He doesn't hesitate, pushing into me with a forceful thrust that makes me grip the sink's edge to steady myself. I bite down on his shoulder to muffle my cry of pleasure, the taste of his cologne on my tongue.
The confined space forces us closer, every movement intensified. His hands grip my hips, guiding me in a frenzied rhythm that matches the turbulence outside. The thrill of potentially being caught only heightens our passion.
"God, you feel amazing," he groans, his breath hot against my neck.
I wrap my legs tighter around him, pulling him deeper. The sink creaks ominously beneath us, but we're too far gone to care. His lips crash against mine, swallowing my moans as we move together.
"I'm close," I pant, my nails digging into his back through his shirt.
He speeds up his pace.
"Every day. I want this every fucking day," I moan, "It will never be enough."
"Every day," he promises, his voice strained with effort and desire. "I'll give you this and more, my queen."
The intensity builds, our bodies moving in perfect synchronisation. I can feel the familiar tension coiling within me, threatening to explode at any moment. His hand slides between us, finding that sensitive spot that makes me see stars.
"Oh my god," I see stars, "I don't want to come without you."
"I'm right there with you," he groans, his movements becoming more erratic.
"Are you going to come inside me?" I bite his bottom lip and tug.
"Yes," he hisses through clenched teeth. "Right where I belong."
The raw passion in his voice pushes me over the edge. I bury my face in his neck to muffle my cries as waves of pleasure crash over me. He follows seconds later, his body tensing as he finds his release.
We cling to each other, panting and trembling in the aftermath. The plane gives a sudden jolt, reminding us of where we are. I can't help but giggle, the absurdity of the situation hitting me.
"Well," I whisper, still breathless, "I'd say we've officially joined the mile-high club."
He chuckles, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. "And what a initiation it was."
We quickly straighten our clothes, trying to look as presentable as possible. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
"You look like a queen," Edward kisses my cheek, "a thoroughly fucked one."
I laugh softly, smoothing down my hair and adjusting my skirt. "And you look like a king who's just conquered his realm."
Edward grins, his eyes still dark with desire. "Oh, I plan on conquering much more, my queen. This is just the beginning."
We share one more heated kiss before reluctantly separating. I check my makeup in the tiny mirror, doing my best to erase any evidence of our tryst.
"You go first," I whisper. "I'll follow in a minute."
He nods, giving me a playful wink before slipping out of the bathroom. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. The reality of what we've just done – and where we've done it – hits me again, sending a thrill through my body.
After a moment, I step out of the bathroom, trying to look as nonchalant as I can.
When I take my seat beside Edward he already has a blanket out and ready to go.
I settle into my seat, my body still tingling from our encounter. Edward drapes the blanket over our laps, his hand immediately finding its way to my thigh. I shoot him a questioning look, but he just smirks.
"I did promise to pleasure you under a blanket, didn't I?" he whispers, his breath hot against my ear.
"You're not seriously going to… in front of your staff?" I murmur, but I don't stop him as his hand inches higher.
"Our staff now, sexy," he winks, "why not? I'm making up for three months of lost orgasms."
His fingers dance along the hem of my skirt, teasing me. I try to keep my expression neutral, but my breath hitches as he slips beneath the fabric.
"I bet you're still so wet for me," he whispers.
I stifle a gasp as his fingers brush against me, confirming his suspicion. My cheeks flush, a mix of embarrassment and arousal coursing through me.
"Edward," I whisper, my voice a mix of warning and plea.
He just smirks, his fingers moving in slow, teasing circles. I grip the armrest, my knuckles turning white as I struggle to maintain my composure.
"Relax," he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear. "Just enjoy it."
I close my eyes, leaning my head back against the seat. His touch is maddening, building the tension that had barely dissipated from our bathroom encounter.
A flight attendant passes by, and I freeze, certain we'll be caught. But Edward doesn't falter, his fingers continuing their relentless assault on my senses.
"Your Highness, would you like some refreshments?" She asks
"Oh actually yes," he smiles at her, "some ice please."
"Of course," she bows her head before placing a cup of ice before him, with a smile at her he picks a small cube up and pops it in his mouth.
Once she's gone he's grabbing up another, bringing it beneath the blanket.
"Don't you da… ugh," I gasp at the cold sensation.
The shock of the ice against my heated flesh sends a jolt through my body. I bite my lip hard, struggling to contain a moan as Edward traces the ice cube along my most sensitive areas. The contrast of his warm fingers and the cold ice is exquisite torture. My clit, my entrance - areas I never thought goosebumps could reach.
"I love playing with you," he whispers, testing the cube at my entrance.
My breath catches in my throat as he slowly pushes the ice cube inside me. The cold sensation is shocking yet oddly arousing, sending shivers through my entire body. I grip the armrest tighter, my nails digging into the leather.
"Edward," I hiss, torn between pleasure and discomfort. "That's... oh god."
He chuckles softly, his fingers following the melting ice. The combination of cold and his warm touch is driving me wild. I shift in my seat, trying to get closer to him while also maintaining our facade of innocence.
"Just imagine," he murmurs, his lips barely moving, "how it'll feel when I lick you clean later. The taste of you makes my mouth water."
The image his words conjure makes me whimper softly. I can feel myself getting wetter, my arousal mixing with the melting ice.
Edward's fingers move skilfully, circling and teasing as the ice slowly melts inside me. The sensation is unlike anything I've experienced before - the cold slowly giving way to heat as my body responds to his touch. I struggle to keep my breathing even, my chest rising and falling rapidly beneath my blouse.
"You're so responsive," he whispers, his voice low and husky. "I love watching you try to keep quiet."
I shoot him a half-hearted glare, but it quickly dissolves into a look of pleasure as he curls his fingers just right. The ice has almost completely melted now, leaving me slick and sensitive.
"I hate you," I breathe, not meaning a word of it.
He chuckles softly, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing slow circles. "No, you don't. You love every second of this."
And he's right.
"Do you want me to make you cum?" he whispers, "in front of your new royal subjects. Beg me like the dirty girl you are."
I bite my lip hard, torn between desire and propriety. The idea of climaxing here, surrounded by Edward's staff, is both terrifying and thrilling. My body trembles with need, every nerve ending on fire from his expert touch.
"Please," I whisper, barely audible. "I need it."
Edward's fingers speed up, his thumb applying more pressure. "That's not begging, my love. Try again."
I swallow hard, glancing around nervously. The other passengers still seem oblivious, but the risk only heightens my arousal.
"Please, Edward," I breathe, my voice shaky. "Make me cum. I need it so badly. I'll do anything, just please don't stop."
He smirks, satisfied with my plea. "That's my good girl. Now, cum for me. Quietly."
His fingers move with renewed vigour beneath the blanket.
"Spread your legs wider," he instructs, "I want to feel you deep."
I move one leg up onto his lap.
I shift discreetly, spreading my legs wider as instructed. The new angle allows Edward's fingers to penetrate deeper, hitting that perfect spot inside me. I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning out loud.
"That's it," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "God you really are a dirty girl, aren't you?"
His words send a shiver down my spine, heightening my already intense arousal. I nod almost imperceptibly, not trusting my voice to remain steady.
"You're so wet," he whispers, his fingers moving faster. "I can feel you clenching around me. You're close, aren't you? You're going to come around my hand while your staff are within earshot."
I nod again, my breath coming in short, quiet gasps. The tension is building rapidly, my entire body coiled tight like a spring ready to release. Edward's skilled fingers work relentlessly, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
"When we land," he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear, "I'm going to take you to our bedroom and worship every inch of your body. But for now, I want you to cum for me right here, surrounded by all these people who have no idea what a naughty queen they have. What do you have to say for yourself?"
"I'm... I'm sorry," I gasp quietly, struggling to form coherent thoughts as the pleasure builds. "I'm a naughty queen who can't resist her king."
Edward's eyes darken with desire at my words. "That's right," he growls softly. "And what does a naughty queen deserve?"
"Punishment," I breathe, barely audible. "And pleasure."
"Good girl," he praises, his fingers curling inside me. "Now cum for me. Let me feel how much you want me."
His thumb presses harder against my clit, moving in tight circles. The dual stimulation is overwhelming, and I can feel myself teetering on the edge of orgasm. I grip the armrest tighter, my knuckles turning white as I fight to stay quiet.
"Edward," I whimper, my voice barely a whisper.
My orgasm starts as a ripple, before turning to wildfire. It's harsh and unforgiving.
"Shh," Edward whispers, his free hand coming up to cup my cheek. He turns my face towards him, pressing his lips against mine to muffle my whimpers as the orgasm crashes over me.
My body trembles uncontrollably, waves of pleasure coursing through me. Edward's fingers continue their relentless movement, drawing out my climax until I'm gasping against his mouth, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all.
Finally, as the last aftershocks subside, he slowly withdraws his hand. I slump against him, feeling boneless and satiated. Edward pulls me closer, pressing a soft kiss to my temple.
"That's my good girl," he murmurs, his voice full of pride and affection. "You did so well."
I nuzzle into his neck, inhaling his scent as I try to regain my composure. My heart is beating wildly in my chest.
"Surely we can't keep doing this when we're the rulers of a whole kingdom," I stammer out.
"Watch me," He smirks evilly.
"What if someone finds out?" I ask, my voice barely audible.
Edward's expression softens slightly, his thumb tracing soothing circles on my thigh. "I'll invite them to participate."
I burst into loud laughter.
"You'd be into that?" I tilt my head.
"Absolutely not. I'm horrible at sharing," he kisses my jaw, "I just like to mess with you."
I playfully swat his arm, relief and amusement mixing in my chest. "You're terrible," I whisper, but there's no heat in my words.
Edward grins, pulling me closer."But in all seriousness, we'll be careful. I won't let anything jeopardise our future together."
His words warm my heart, reminding me of the depth of his love and commitment. I snuggle closer to him, feeling safe and cherished in his arms.
"Speaking of our future," I say softly, "what can I expect when we land? I'm a bit nervous about meeting your family and stepping into this new role."
Edward's voice trails off as he recalls the conversation. "Rosalie told one reporter that she heard me say I was going to propose to you on our romantic getaway. She made it sound like she was drunk and accidentally let it slip. She told them you said yes."
I raise an eyebrow, impressed by the planning that had gone into this. "So the press already thinks we're engaged?"
He nods, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. "They've been speculating for weeks. It's all over the tabloids. Which means when we announce it officially, it won't come as a shock to anyone. They already think the statement about Cecilia is false."
"Clever," I murmur, feeling a mix of admiration and nervousness. The reality of our situation is starting to sink in. "So what happens next?"
Edward squeezes my hand reassuringly. "We'll have a private dinner with my parents tonight. Tomorrow, we'll have a formal meeting with my father and parliament. Then we set a date."
"Then what?" I ask.
"I believe in the stories it's called happily ever after," he kisses my hand.