Rox arched backward, her head falling back as he rubbed her first outside, then deeper, then finally slipping inside her.
He whispered, "God, you're so wet. You're always so wet for me."
She had been for three years.
He rubbed her harder, rougher, sliding inside of her and out on her slippery skin.
Every slip of his fingers was winding her more tightly, and her fingernails bit into his shirt over his shoulders.
"Come for me," he said. "Come now."
Not yet.
Rox shoved his shoulders, and Casimir toppled backwards on the bench. She tugged and pulled away his clothes, exposing his cock.
Her voice was harsh in her throat. "Do you have a condom?"
"No." He didn't even open his teeth when he spoke.
"You okay with that?"
"Hell, yes."
She moved up him, crawling, and Casimir reached between them to angle his cock to nudge against her center. The light from the cell phone's beacon shone from behind her, and her shadow lay over Casimir's white tuxedo shirt and the sash that still hung from his right shoulder. The pale light touched his face, shining from below his chin. Odd shadows deepened the scar on his left cheek, and slivers of light highlighted his cheekbones.
She pushed herself down on him, wrapping her body around him as she took him inside of her.
His lips parted as his brilliant green eyes glazed over.
Rox had all of him now, all of him inside of her, and she moved on his body, tilting her hips as she swayed on him.
Casimir bit his lip, and his fingers clutched her thighs. For a moment, it looked like he was going to lose control right then, but he gasped a deep breath and pushed himself up on the bench to half-sitting.
Rox straightened, her feet planted on the ground on either side of him and the low bench, raising herself up with her legs and lowering herself back down onto him. He watched between them for a moment, where their bodies connected, and she felt the air leave his body as if he had been punched. She swiveled her hips as she took him inside her, almost like she was dancing above him.
When he turned his face up to her, his eyes hooded, Rox leaned down and kissed him, and she continued to stroke him with her body.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and shoved her down onto him, the side of his face pressed against her shoulder as he thrust inside her.
His urgency startled her, but his deep thrusts rubbed her inside and shoved against her clit. She grabbed his shoulders, her cheek pressed against his, holding on as he stroked into her. Her body tightened, and her breath quickened. Between her thighs, his body felt like cords of steel were wound around his flesh, and she held on as his every leap up into her spiraled her toward release.
The tension clenched harder around her, and she was keening between her clenched teeth. Casimir leaned her back and pushed harder into her, filling her so deeply and grinding against her so that the knot inside her broke, throbbing through her veins and her muscles, all the way up to her head and the world went white and silent and fiery.
She drifted amid the roaring silence.
His arms.
She was in his arms, clutching his neck, while they both tried to breathe. His forehead was resting against her shoulder, his breath warm on her skin and trickling down her, cooling the sweat on her breasts.
He pressed his lips to her shoulder. "Lieveke, marry me."
"Yes," she said. "I will. Yes, Casimir."
His arms tightened around her, "Every time I think that I couldn't possibly love you more, you take my breath away."
She stroked the short hair above the back of his neck. "I love you, too."
"I love you." He kissed her shoulder. "Mijn lieveke, ik hou van jou."
Rox didn't need a translation. She just curled her body in his arms and held on.
In time, with care, they unwound themselves and, still touching each other's face and hands, arranged their clothes so that they weren't completely scandalous.
Her pantyhose still lay in a heap on the stones. It felt too good to have them off, so she didn't bother with struggling back into them.
They sat side-by-side on the bench. Casimir had his arm around her as she huddled next to him, and they watched the leaves sway in the little breeze by the light of his cell phone.
"I can't believe that we didn't use a condom again." Rox was a little mortified. "It won't happen again. I'll go on the Pill or something. We can't keep playing roulette like this."
He kissed her hair again. "Don't."
"Don't what?" she asked, still watching the leaves sway.
"You want something that I've never done before? I've never had sex without a condom before you. I've never wanted to make a woman pregnant with my child. I've never been a father. I've never tried to. I've never wanted to." She looked up at him, and in the night, his green eyes seemed softer. He smiled but bit his lip. "You're my first."
A lump hardened in her throat. "You're my first, too."
He adjusted his arms around her and leaned his head back. "I wonder what he would look like."
"She," she corrected him. "Our first would be a she."
"First, huh? Of how many?"
"Couple, maybe. I'm an only. It's not all it's cracked up to be."
"I'm not an only. I can't recommend parts of that, either."
"Your sister seems nice."
"Crown Princess Ana the Nefarious would have you drawn and quartered for saying that."
"I'll take my chances."
"Ana is sweet, but don't tell her I said that."
"What does she call you?"
"Casimir."
"You mean she doesn't have a pet name for you, like Ana the Nefarious?"
He sighed. "Casimir the Notorious."
"I like that a lot better than Prince Monster."
Beside her, he stiffened. "Where did you hear that?"
Oops. Crap. "I asked Maxence about some things."
"Why didn't you ask me?"
"I didn't want to dredge anything up. I just needed to know some things, and I didn't want to upset you by asking."
"I'm not so easily upset as that. You can ask me things."
She trailed a finger over the ribbon that lay across his chest, now crushed and wrinkled. "Okay, how many kids do you want to have?"
He chuckled. "See? I'm not so easily upset. Perhaps seven."
Terror gripped her, and she leaned away from him to run the hell away. "Are you serious?"
"I think Ana is going for six, so we could beat her by one. Or two. Maybe we should have eight."
"You can't be serious."
"I might be teasing you, but wouldn't you like to have all those little counts and countesses running about?"
Rox paused. "Counts and countesses? Not princes and princesses?"
"Assuming that everything stays in place, they would be counts and countesses. Otherwise everyone in the Netherlands would be a prince or princess by now."
"I don't know, man. Sounds like a deal-breaker to me."
He laughed and jostled her with his arm. "I think this evening has completely changed my impression of this gazebo."
She watched the light and shadows flutter among the leaves, and when she held her hand up, the spray of light from his cell phone behind him on the bench caught in the huge emerald on her engagement ring.
"I really like the ring," she said, admiring it on her finger and turning her hand to catch the light better. "It was a good choice."
"Everybody does sapphires these days, ever since Wills and Kate, and really ever since Diana."
"It's weird that you're on a first name basis with those guys. Those guys William and Kate. My good buddies Barack and Michelle. My dudes Beyoncé and Jay Z." Wait a minute. Casimir was a freakin' prince. "Have you met them?"
"Well, yes, if you mean Wills and Kate. Not the other people. I see them at most social events. I think Wills is my seventh cousin, if I remember correctly. Maybe eighth."
"I know that all you royals are as inbred as a hoarder's housecat, but seriously? You're related to them?"
He shrugged, obviously uncomfortable. "Through William the Fourth of the Netherlands, a common ancestor, and Anna of Hannover who was the daughter of George II of Great Britain."
"So you actually know them. Duchess Kate and Prince William, the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge. You know, those guys. You know them."
Casimir looked down at their hands, still clasped on his knees. "I was at their wedding."
"I would have seen you on television!"
"It was before we met."
"Oh, my God. I have to find my disk and see if I can spot you."
"I was in the middle of the crowd, but the cameras caught me and Ana a few times. You can meet them when they come to our wedding."