Kissing her stomach, he worked his way down her body to her panties. Reaching for the waistband, he tugged them over her hips before pulling them completely off. Sliding her legs over his shoulders, he ran his tongue slowly up her slit. Swirling his tongue around her clit, he sucked it gently. Screaming, Macee bucked against his mouth as he held her tightly to him while she rode out her orgasm. When she came back down, she turned her head and noticed the time.
Sitting up, she glared at him. “I can’t believe you did that,” she accused. “Now we are really going to be late.”
Smirking at her, he rose from the bed and adjusted his clothes. “We are the Crown Prince and Princess, what are they going to do about it?”
Jumping off the bed, Macee reached for her discarded panties. “Well, now I have to dress quickly,” she replied as she looked at her baby bump. “Whilst I can still fit the clothes,” she added.
“Soon, you will be looking like a balloon,” Prince Louis replied. Macee whipped her head in his direction and frowned at him. He laughed and ran off before she could hit him.
They finally finished dressing and headed to the palace hall where the birthday celebration was being held. Everyone was already there. Macee and Prince Louis greeted everyone as they walked in before joining Katherine to wish her a happy birthday.
“Nice to see the lovely couple finally arrive,” Princess Katherine said with a smirk.
“Are we that late?” Macee asked, feeling awkward.
“Yes, later than the guest of honour.”
“I wonder what they were doing,” Francesca said as she approached them. She hugged her sister and kissed her on both cheeks before rubbing her belly.
“I guess as my belly gets bigger, more people will be doing that,” Macee complained.
“Of course,” Katherine said.
“I do not like it,” she replied, as she covered her belly protectively.
Prince Louis kissed Macee on the forehead. “This sounds like a conversation for the women,” he said before walking off. Moments later, Liane entered the room with Jean Pierre on her arm. They both went to greet Katherine first and wish her a happy birthday.
“The two of you look good together,” Macee pointed out. Jean Pierre started smirking as Liane rolled her eyes. When someone mentioned that they looked good together, he assumed that he was the reason why.
“You may excuse yourself now,” Liane said to him.
“Why?” he frowned.
“Go speak with the men.”
Macee and Francesca looked at each other. Jean Pierre and Liane were always arguing or disagreeing about something, but in the time they have been together, they had also grown equally passionate about each other.
Francesca could not help but look at her sisters with their men and feel a pang of jealousy. She wished she could find someone to love, and be loved by.
Jean Pierre bowed to Macee and Katherine before walking off to join his cousin, the Crown Prince who was standing with Lord Jacques, his new advisor.
“Is that Lord Jacques?” Macee asked as her sisters and the princess turned to face him.
“It is,” Liane replied.
“He has been coming around a lot lately,” Princess Katherine added.
“He will be working very closely with Louis,” Macee said. Francesca said nothing as she looked away and changed the subject. She was not interested in gawking at him. The waiter passed by with a tray of champagne and they all took glasses, except for Macee.
“Oh yes, you cannot drink,” Liane said to Macee. “How is the pregnancy going so far?”
“Rough, I go to the lavatory ten times in an hour. Either to throw up or pee,” Macee complained, as Liane laughed.
“I know the feeling.”
“Whoever said that pregnancy is a beautiful journey was clearly not the one who was pregnant.”
“Wait until your feet swell up.”
“Come on, pregnancy is a beautiful journey. You are bringing a life into the world,” Francesca said. Liane and Macee whipped their heads in her direction.
“When you go through it, you will speak differently,” Liane said, as Francesca laughed. She was pleased not to be in that situation yet.
The guests took turns wishing the princess a happy birthday, as birthday presents were stacked upon the gift table. Princess Katherine was turning twenty-six and by her mother’s standards, she should have been married years ago. To help move the process along, she had invited many eligible bachelors in the hopes that one would catch her eye.
Francesca was talking to one of the guests, actually more like listening. The man kept talking and talking preventing her from getting a word in. He was talking animatedly about historical buildings; something she had no interest in as she stood there staring at him blankly, and wondering how she could excuse herself when she was not able to interject.