The Royal Heir - Dancing with my eyes closed

Burst out of this bubble

*this chapter has NSFW content*

*trigger warning for mention of miscarriage/baby loss*

One year later

"Happy birthday, babe." There's a soft whisper in my ear, and I feel soft skin against mine as I lie in our bed.

"Thank you," I murmur. I'm so lucky.

"I love you," she sighs, as she toys with the hairs on the back of my neck. "Don't you ever forget that, babe."

"I love you too, Jen. I'll never forget you, I promise." I only wish I could spend one more day, one more hour... even just one more minute with her. I know exactly what I'd do.

"Aren't you going to unwrap your present?" she giggles. I see her now, she's wearing that delicious red negligee she bought to surprise me. It just begs to be removed, she doesn't need to suggest it. And now I'm on it.

It was like unwrapping a present every time. And every time, it was the best present of all. The sexiest wife I could ever imagine. All mine, forever. She trails her delicate hand down my chest and abs, and I feel the heat of her gaze on my body.

"How long are you gonna stare?"

"Hopefully not so long that I wake up before we do the dirty deed."

"Best get on with it then."

Now we're kissing and it's her kisses I remember, the only kisses I ever want to remember. Soon she pulls away, as her touch lingers lower and lower.

She raises an eyebrow. "Right about now you usually have something witty to say."

"Well, my mind's focussed on something a liiiiiittle more exciting at the moment," I tell her, pressing a hand against the small of her back and curving it down towards her butt. "Like my hot wife." I know she doesn't like it much when I touch her there, so as soon as she pouts, I move my hand away.

"Well, let me return the focus." She tenderly trails her hands down from my shoulders, to my biceps, my chest. She slides her hands around to my butt now and presses me against her body. "All mine."

I'm all hers. She doesn't seem to mind that I've put weight on; I've got a real dad-pod bod now that I warned her would inevitably develop.

I push her back and edge my body downwards, quickly planting my lips between her legs before she can work out what I was planning. As ever, she likes this. She reaches down to grab my hair, her hips roll as my tongue rolls. She gasps, grabbing the sheets with her other hand.

I stop for a moment. "Shh. Don't wake Bella."

Then I continue, savouring every little sensation, feeling my own pleasure build as she writhes and tries to resist crying out.

"Have you been taking classes in this or something?" she mutters between her soft moans.

I can't help but laugh at this. "Quite the opposite," I pant into her. "I just miss you."

I continue until it's clear she's almost at the edge, and as tempting as it is to stay for those last few seconds, I emerge and edge back up to face her.

"Ohhh," she gasps. "You're playing dirty."

"I'm making it last." I sigh. I want to make it last. Because I know it's a dream, and I know I'll wake up when we get to the end and I don't want to leave her.

I pull her hips towards the bottom of the bed, and throw her legs over my shoulders. That's a different angle, a nice one. She can't help but cry out now. "Oh god babe. Yes."