I saw adoration in his eyes at that moment, and he looked as if he were about to say something but changed his mind. Words were not needed anymore as he yanked me against his body and his lips once again claimed mine hungrily and sweetly took what had always belonged to him. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and immediately desire slammed through him, and I heard a husky sound rumble deep in his throat as he slid his knee between my legs, opened them apart, and savagely plunged into me, unleashing all his male strength inside me once again.
We moved together in the same rhythm. Hot passion swept us to a place either of us ever went before, a new place of understanding each other's body as we do our own. I rode with him. It even felt like a new adventure this time around. I dug my nails in his back as I cried with passion.
At that moment, I thought I heard something, but I was so involved in our lovemaking that I hardly noticed the queen open the bedroom door and stare at us wide-eyed with embarrassment. She quickly closed the door as she went running down the hallway in astonishment. Nidal's eyes opened wide, and he asked bewildered if someone had just entered our room, but judging from my facial expression, he guessed the truth and mouthed the word "fuck." I, of course, thought it was funny because I had never heard him swear before while I was naked in his arms and having the queen walk in on us like that. I wondered why Nidal never locked the door and why people just entered private rooms without waiting for permission.
This was just too hilarious. My laughter got a little out of control, and Nidal joined in on the fun. And there we both were, laying on the bed, naked and spent, and laughing to tears, until I heard the big boom, bang, kaboom. I froze and stared questionably at Nidal, who looked at me, and then looked away and buried his face in his pillow.
What is all that noise? It sounded like someone threw a bomb. Terrified, I snuggled in Nidal's arms, trembling as the rippling noise turned louder and louder. I glanced at Nidal, and he quickly explained, "The servants fired the cannons. They are letting the people of Arabia know that we have consummated our union." he said this as if it were a normal thing to say. I stared wide-eyed in astonishment at him, not understanding a single word he had just muttered.
What in the world is he talking about? Letting his people know what? That we just had sex? Wide-eyed, I stared at him. Is he crazy?
While the rest of the world's history books wrote about the wars won and lost, the sacrifices, and the history of their countries, the Arabian world would have a section in their history books of our lovemaking.
"Loula, our union is a big deal to my people, and it is our costum and tradition to celebrate with a festive party out in the streets of Arabia. There will be food, wine, and dancing all night." He stopped for a brief second to see my reaction to all that he told me before continuing. "They will also explode fireworks in the night sky. It is the way my people celebrate their future king's happiness Loula." he said quietly, as he studied my face.
I stared at him wide-eyed, not knowing what to say. All that just because the prince lost his virginity today?
I wiggled out of his embrace and made a face in his direction, not understanding their customs or their traditions. Nidal's hand cupped my breast and softly caressed it. I tensed and slapped away his hand. I did not feel comfortable sharing my intimate relationship with the rest of the world.
It sure sucked being in love with a prince, I thought dryly.
Nidal must have noticed the hurtful expression on my face. "Don't worry. Just go with it, and all will be fine."
Well, that's what I should tell him next time his cousin kisses me. I will look at him sweetly and say innocently, "Oh, don't worry, honey. Just go with it."
But even the thought of his cousin anywhere near me sounded dreadful. Nidal would react wildly, so I had to quickly erase that thought.
As the day flew by, everyone was bustling about while trying to get ready for the party. The time for the festivities had started a couple of hours ago. I could hear the music loud and clear from my open window, and I grew nervous wondering if at last the people of this country would accept me. I wondered what the queen's thoughts were about all this. Is she secretly planning a way to get rid of me, or has she decided to welcome me into her family?
