The Royal Romance - The Valtoria Diaries

This is a rental

"It was good of Bertrand to let us borrow the limo and his driver to get all your stuff home," Jen said as they left Ramsford. They'd loaded their own car up completely so that there had been nowhere left for them and Chance to sit, and they even had a few boxes in the limo with them now, one of which was only half full; but Chance had decided to fill it up by falling asleep in it.

"I think he's just so glad to finally see the back of me and all my clutter," Maxwell said. "I think he thought he'd never get rid of me. I would've really been cramping his style though now that Savannah's moved in. So it all kinda fell into place, I guess."

She nodded, kicking off her heels, then putting her feet up on the seat. "This takes me back."

He giggled. "Lady Jen, please desist from putting your feet up on the seat. This is a rental and we need to get our deposit back at the end of the lease."

She laughed. "Sorry, Bertrand." She put her feet down. "Oh, how many times did we hear that?"

"We spent a lot of time in this limo, didn't we?"

"Yeah." She edged a little closer. "And I don't know about you, but I spent a lot of time wishing I could do this." She touched his face, and moved in for a gentle kiss.

His face was glowing when she drew back. "Ha. Same."

"But obviously, we usually had company, be it Bertrand, or... Justin..." She bit her lip, still repulsed by the fact that their enemy had got so close.

He pulled her closer again and kissed her on the cheek. "Well, it all worked out in the end. We're here now." He looked at her with yearning eyes and a mischievous smile.

"What?"

"Did you ever, you know, think about what else we could have got up to in this limo?"

Oh, did she. Daydreams like that had got her through some long lonely nights. "Might've.."

He giggled. "Glad it wasn't just me."

"Do you remember the evening we travelled from Fydelia to Applewood?"

He nodded. "That was the night we offered Drake a lift, and he declined our offer."

She laughed. "I seem to think his exact words to me were, I couldn't cope with spending three hours in a car with that one."

He looked back at her with wide eyes. "I am wounded.."

She giggled. "I remember thinking, not a problem for me. I was actually looking forward to sitting next to you for three hours. I didn't tell Drake that, though. Obviously."

"But you weren't so keen on the lectures from Bertrand."

"They were worth it," she said with a shy smile. "Just to be close to you."

"So let's pretend Bertrand wasn't there that evening, and it was just you and me in the back of the limo. Just like now."

She giggled. "Okay."

"I remember. You were really sleepy."

She nodded. "I was. I just wanted to lean my head on your shoulder."

"So I was sitting here...." He moved up the seat slightly, pulling her with him. "And you were there.... And you leant your head on my shoulder... and then, I did this with my arm.." He lifted it above her head, and placed it around her, his fingers brushing her waist.

"Mm. What happened then?"

"Then you said, oh, Lord Maxwell, finally we are alone, and I must confess my undying love for you right here right now in this limo..."

"I don't think I would have said.."

"Shh. You did. And I replied as follows, oh Lady Jen, you are the light of my life and the brightest star in my sky. I love you, and will always love you until the day I die."

She looked at him, impressed. "And I was impressed."

He laughed. "You were so impressed that you said, oh Lord Maxwell, take me now!"

She raised her eyebrows. "And you said, no Lady Jen, for this is a rental. And Bertrand wants us to get our deposit back at the end of the lease."

He shook his head, placing his hand just underneath the skirt of her dress. "I said nothing of the sort."

She giggled, and kissed him desperately, and he leant down into her until they were lying together on the limo seat. She raised her arms allowing him to remove her dress easily, and he did this, throwing it to the floor, and then showering her body with kisses where she lay.

Something was bothering her. "Wait Maxwell, can the driver see us?"

He laughed. "Good point. One second." He stood up to check the screen between them and the front of the limo, pulling it across. "Not now." He returned and resumed his efforts, kissing her waist and hips around the band of her underwear. "Oh... I remember this one, this was a great limo ride fantasy.."

"It wa....."

Words escaped her as he pulled back the band and his tongue explored further, pausing briefly to allow his teeth to remove her underwear fully. The feeling as he resumed coupled with the rhythm of the moving vehicle was almost too much to bear, and she writhed desperately against the seat. "Oh god.."

Just when she thought she couldn't take any more, she felt him laugh, and he sat up. "Having fun?"

She spent a few seconds gathering herself together, then sat up and straddled him where he sat. He soon got to work on removing her bra, and she leant back in ecstasy as he next applied his tongue to her breasts in turn. She wrapped her legs around him and pushed him back into the seat so that she could grab the waistband of his jeans to release his zipper. She kissed his neck as she did this and she felt the resultant rumble in his throat as their bodies clumsily connected on the limo seat, her feet now parted either side of him, her arms pushing in and out of him, reality fading away as she concentrated on him and him alone.

He nibbled into her left shoulder as he approached the edge, and knowing he was close she led the fingers of his right hand downwards where they soon did what she needed them to do. A minute later, they were both breathless, still and holding onto each other for dear life.

She broke the silence. "Don't let go of me, babe, or I'm gonna fall..."

That had been the wrong thing to say, as his eyes twinkled and he released his grip for a split second. She squealed and grabbed out for anything to stop her naked behind toppling onto the floor of the limo, and found his hands. "You..."

"As if I'd let you fall on the floor like that," he said lovingly. "Remember, this is a rental. Damp marks on the carpet are not going to look good."

She glared at him, but couldn't hide a grin. "In that case, I just hope the seats are wipe clean."