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chapter thirty-six, saving some water.
THE DAY WAS DARK, a rage of thunder tormenting the sky, rain tainting the streets. Fog had rolled in, giving it all an ere feeling. But, the night was perfect. It was a quiet, lazy night for the new King and Queen of France. They were granted a free day, allowing themselves to stay in bed all day, intertwined and in love.
It was now late at night, and they had finally left the bed. Aaron was sitting on a couch in their room, going through some papers. Francesca was brushing her hair, humming a soft tune. After a few minutes of silence, Francesca spoke up.
"I'm gonna go take a shower," she informed her husband, who just hummed in response. The brunette left the room, her feet padding across the marble. After a second, she came back in the room.
Francesca learned over Aaron's shoulder, her robe falling slightly. Her breath tickled his skin, but he tried not to show it.
"Hey, baby?"
"Yeah, sweetheart?"
"....do you wanna join me?" She grinned, running her hand along his arm. Aaron let out a shaken sigh, the papers in his hand now completely irrelevant. He quickly got up, following Francesca to the bathroom. As they walked, Aaron reached out and untied her robe, revealing her bare, silky skin to him.
"Mm, eager, are we?" Francesca teased, stepping into the large shower. She waited for Aaron to join her, and it didn't take long for him to emerge from the smoke and pin her against the shower wall. A soft giggle escaped her lips.
"Do you know how gorgeous you are, sweetheart?" Aaron rasped, his lips drawn to the skin on her neck. He sucked on the skin, giving her hickies. He didn't care if people saw, as far as he was concerned, if she wanted to cover it she had makeup. As for now, he'd mark her up as much as he wanted to.
Soft moans fell from Francesca's lips, her hands tangling in his curls. Aaron moved further down, his lips leaving no inch of her silky skin untouched. He kissed every freckle, every mole, every imperfection that was perfect to him.
"You know what these mean right?" Aaron pointed to a mole on her breast. Francesca shook her head no, a soft giggle falling from her lips. "It's where your past lover kissed you. All of them are."
"Mm, really?" Francesca smiled, cupping his face. "You must have really loved me then, too." Her voice was soft, loving.
"I've loved you and will love you in every universe, in every life I will find you. I will promise you that," Aaron said sincerely, pressing a tender kiss to her lips. Soon enough, his lips found their way back to her breasts. His lips enclosed one of her hardened nipples, pulling them into his mouth like a pacifier. His hand cupped her other mound, kneading it gently.
"Aaron," she moaned, her hands trailing over his body. His hard abs, his strong biceps, his smooth back. She had grown bold, trailing her hand to his backside and squeezing gently. Aaron let out a low groan, his head snapping up to look at his wife. She's never been like this. It was hot.
"Wrap your legs around my waist," Aaron ordered, and Francesca, normally obedient and wiling, refused.
"I think it's time for a switch up, hm?" Francesca giggled, pushing him gently. She pushed him to where he was laying in on the shower floor, her thighs straddling his hips. Aaron let out a needy whine, a sound Francesca could get used to. "What is it? Do you need something?" Francesca teased, a taunting finger trailing his jaw and chest.
"Francesca," Aaron practically growled, his hand clasping her wrist and tugging her impossibly close.
"Oh come on, you're always on top. Plus, I'm in need of a good ride," Francesca grinned, her voice bold and clear. Her hair fell across her shoulders angelically, her skin shining in the dim light. Her eyes had a glint of mischief.
Aaron found himself entranced. He found her completely and utterly perfect. He didn't mind her being on top of him, well, until her hips started to roll in an agonizingly slow rhythm.
"My dear, you are making this impossible." Aaron groaned, his hips bucking to increase the friction. With one smooth movement, Francesca impaled herself on his hard cock. Her heat hugged around him, causing them both to groan.
"Don't move, I wanna do this," Francesca pleaded, her confidence slipping. Her voice was needy and breathless, her mind a haze of pleasure. Francesca started to move, bouncing up and down gently, her hand resting on his chest.
Francescas eyes became blurry as the pleasure increased. When it was supposed to be her doing the work, Aaron was doing it all, happily might I add. His hips thrust up into his wife, his cock brushing against the one spot that made her go wild. And he did it over, and over, and over. She was melting in his hands, her stomach tightening with a familiar coil.
"You can hardly hold yourself up, my dear," Aaron grabbed her hips, lifting her off of him. In a swift motion, he placed her beneath him and entered her again. His hand was placed on her belly as he fucked her, his speed unforgiving.
Francesca's hands grasped on anything they could, trying to pull him closer. Even in her haze she knew what she wanted, and she wanted her husband. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her coil snapped, waves of pleasure hitting her and moans being released. Soon after, Aaron followed. The smell of sweat and sex surrounded them along with the smoke.
"You're perfect," Aaron murmured, kissing Francesca's neck. The girl let out a soft whine, her arousal coming back instantly.
"Needy for more? Hm, you're insatiable," He purred, kissing down her body once more. His hands caressed every curve, every inch of her, with tenderness. His lips swiped against the skin of her belly, his lips trailing to her dripping pussy.
As his lips parted her drenched folds, Francesca let out a whine. Her hips bucked up to his mouth, causing a moan to escape his lips. It had been too long since he had tasted her sweet nectar, and now that it had his own seed dripping out, it was more perfect than ever. He ate her out like a starved man, as if he had been deprived of his favorite meal for too long. And honestly, he had been.
"Aaron, please," Francesca moaned, pressing his head against her core. Her moans had grown in volume, her chest rising and falling quickly. Sharp pants erupted from sheer pleasure she was feeling.
The soft pat of water hitting their body made everything so perfect. The two in the shower, on the floor, with Aaron's face between Francesca's spread legs. It was a vison.
Within seconds, Francesca let herself go. Her body going limp from exertion. Her mind tired and mushy, her pussy fluttering as it calms down from the intense pleasure.
"Oh, baby," Aaron said sweetly, picking the girl up. Began to wash her, allowing her to rest in his arms. After a few minutes, he helped her get all dry and dressed. He picked her up bridal style, carrying her to bed. He placed her underneath the covers, tucking her in as if she was a child. He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, admiring her sleeping form.
"I love you, sweetheart," he smiled, getting into the other side of the bed and pulling her closer. A soft, protective hand rest on her belly, as if wishing there were something growing there.
He loved Francesca, he loved everything about her. He would do anything for her, he would do anything to anyone to keep her safe. He adored her, he had utter devotion for her. She was his. And it would never change, as long as he would live.
