Ophelia has never felt anything like this before. Nothing even close to it. She feels so confident and relaxed with Kaillas. The trust she has in him is the only reason she’s willing to do anything right now. While she isn’t ready to go all the way yet, she’s finding herself willing to push boundaries and fool around, getting them both nearly to the breaking point and then stopping. Part of her doesn’t want to stop but she knows that they must when they reach a certain point.
It takes her a few moments to get her hips moving in a steady pace, grinding them up against his. The friction is almost too much and she’s finding the clothes to be getting in the way. It’s steadily becoming a source of frustration. As tempted as she is to get the fabric out of the way, it isn’t an option. Not now. Not yet.
Her fingers grip and tug lightly at his hair as he massages her breast. This is a first for her. She had been told that it was an option but she never tried it and never believed that it could actually be pleasurable. Oh, how he’s proving her wrong. And in the best way possible.
She inhales shakily at his praise, her heart skipping a beat. “Oh Kaillas,” She breathes out, leaning forward and kissing him deeply. It’s getting easier and easier for her to initiate different things with him.
Kaillas felt her hips moving against his, slowly finding a rhythm. She was doing so good. She was such a quick learner. He was going to enjoy this. He was going to enjoy teaching her and showing her new things. He knew she had been worried when she first cake to the palace about all this. He was happy to see her realizing this could be liberating.
He wanted nothing more than to pull down the collar of her nightgown and expose her chest. He wanted to replace his hand with his mouth. But he knew that was to far. It was so tempting, though. They were calling for him.
Her lips connected with his and he moaned again, at her touch, at her words. "Say it again," he practically growled against her lips. Say my name, he wanted to hear it again. No, he needed to hear it again. He would beg if he had to.
If someone had told her a week or two ago that she would be in this position right now, she would have fainted. Even just hearing about it for the first time had made her want to crawl in a hole and die. Now, she finds herself to be putty in his hands, willing and eager to try things. There’s a desire in her growing that she didn’t realize existed.
“Don’t stop,” She whimper softly when she notices his slight hesitation. She knows they won’t go all the way tonight but she isn’t ready to be done. She needs this. She needs him.
The grip she has on his hair tightens, his growl causing excitement and adrenaline to shoot through her veins. Unable to deny him such a simple request, she quietly moans out his name, “Kaillas.” She should make him beg for it but she’s too eager to please right now.
Kaillas never wanted to stop. He wanted to be stuck in this moment for the rest of his life. If he died right now, he would die a happy man. "Never," he said, "never." He would never stop as long as she needed him. He was right here. The only thing that would make tonight better was finishing Ophelia. But if she had never experienced such a thing, he didn't know how she would take to it. Though if they kept gaining, he might very well find his own pleasure.
"Oh Ophelia," he moaned as he heard his name. "Oh, you're so good to me." Pushing it just a little further, he gripped the top if the nightgown and pulled it down to expose her. He didn't look. Her stayed locked in that passionate kiss. But he took the glove in his hand and massaged it.
"Touch me," he said. More than just his hair. More than just a cautious touch on his chest. He wanted her to be confident with herself. He wanted her to use his body, to explore it. He wanted her to feel every part of him.
This night has been crazy and exciting and she doesn’t want it to end. Not for awhile. She’s having fun and starting to get confident with him. There’s so much that she hasn’t experienced and hasn’t wanted to. Until now. Now she wants to try everything she’s missed out on. If Kaillas takes the lead, she’ll go along with anything as long as they don’t rush it too much.
She shivers at the feeling of him pulling down the top of her nightgown. She appreciates that he stays focused on her instead of immediately looking. It makes her feel….relieved. In her mind, it’s a sign of his respect for her and she’s glad for it. She moans softly, arching her back a little to push herself further into his hand.
Swallowing hard at his request, she takes a moment to build up some confidence. “Where do you want me to touch you?” She doesn’t want to cross the line. She moves her hands down his chest and stomach, just letting them roam in what she deems to be safe areas for now. She wants to explore his body but she needs to make sure he’s comfortable with what she does.
(I think I jinxed it. I woke up in so much pain at 4 am)
Kaillas knew every second he let this continue, he was risking more and more of his self control. A primal part of him wanted to rip off her clothes and sink into her. The logical side of him, and thankfully the dominate side, knew better than that. She was new and learning and he had to be careful with how much he pushed. It didn't stop him from groping her a little bit.
He let out a shaky breath as not only did she allow him to pull down the nightgown, she arched into his home. He wanted to look, he wanted to take. But he knew better to give her some privacy, even in an intimate moment like this.
He hovered his face over herd, looking down at her with heavy lids. "Anywhere," he said, dipping to rush his lips against her. "Touch me anywhere you want to." He knew where he wanted her to touch him but he wouldn't force her to do that. She had done so much already, she didn't have to do that as well.
(I’m so sorry to hear that!!! Are you feeling any better now?)
Ophelia wants to be ready but she just isn’t. Not yet. She’s willing and wanting to push their boundaries but she doesn’t want to cross the line. What they’re doing right now is fun and without any chance of consequences. She just needs a little more time to get used to the idea of actually going through with it.
Though his answer isn’t exactly informative, she knows where he’s wanting her to touch. She kisses him back lightly, the wheels in her head turning. She brushes his cheek with her thumb ever so gently before pulling away from him and sitting up a little. She isn’t wanting to stop, rather she has a different way she wants to go about it.
“Can we…..undress?” She asks, a little uncertain with her request. She feels like she might be a little more comfortable touching him and exploring his body if she can actually see if. It’s awkward to request but she wants to see what he thinks.
(I'm better than before that's a plus. But it was not a fun morning.)
Kaillas was okay with going no further than this. As much as he had needs he wanted to fulfill, he would never push Ophelia to do something she's uncomfortable with. And this was fun. This was nice. He got to touch her and feel her and that was enough for him. He would take what she offered.
To say he was confused when Ophelia pulled away was an understatement. His brows furrowed and he lifted his head to look down at. He looked at her eyes, no matter how tempting it was to look further down to her chest. He even went as far as fixing her nightgown as she began to sit up.
He sat back on his heels, moving to place both his hands on the outside if her thighs. His thumbs strikes her soothingly. A smile erupted on his face at her request. He leaned forward to place a kiss on her forehead. "Of course. Do you want to completely undress? Or do you want us to leave undergarments on?" Because in that cade, he would need to go put some on.
(Anytime I tell anyone I'm not feeling good and have been throwing up, their immediate response is "aRr yoU PreGnAnT?" NO! IM NOT! I'm suck, there's a difference)
(Yeah, I bet not. It’s good that you’re at least feeling better now. Hopefully the weather will clear up so you don’t feel so bad tomorrow)
A small smile tugs at her lips when Kaillas goes to cover her up when he thinks that she’s wanting to stop. She doubts that most people would think to do that. Such a small gesture of respect being her so much joy. This is part of the reason why she’s so comfortable around him. Not once has he pushed her to do something she doesn’t want to do.
She’s instantly relieved when he agrees to her requests, even seeming to be a little pleased by it. She takes a moment to consider his question. “Completely undress,” She decides, taking a breath. This will be the first time she’s seen a man naked in person so she’s a bit nervous but she knows that she’ll have to eventually. Now seems like a good time.
The feeling of him stroking her thighs with his thumb is soothing. She wants to do this and his encouragement is helping her to actually do so. Before she loses her nerve, she decides to start to get her nightgown off.
(Why is that everyone’s immediate assumption??? Like, there are dozens of reasons to be throwing up, not just pregnancy! Irritating)
(Right? Like ugh, can't I just be sick?)
Kaillas froze for a moment. He looking at her face, making sure that she meant it. He was looking for any uncertainly or unease. He would pull the plug immediately if she showed any signs of regret. But then she was tugging her nightgown down her body and he couldn't breathe.
His eyes watched as her fingers pulled the gown down her shoulders and off her body. His grip on her thighs tightened for a moment as her breasts became visible to him and he got a good look at her chest. "Exquisite," he murmured. She was beautiful. It was the grip he had on her thighs that kept him from reaching forward.
He slowly climbed out of her open legs and placed his feet on the bedroom floor. His hand went to his waistband, tugging at it, in case she had any objections. When he heard none, he tugged the waistband down his hips. He slowly lowered it down his thighs until it pooled in the ground. He stepped out of his pajama pants. Then he stood in front of her, completely nude and his desire standing proud.
(It’s so stupid. Half the time they’re serious and half the time they’re joking but it’s annoying every time. It’s even in tv shows and movies. The second a character throws up, you just knows they’re pregnant)
Ophelia is completely serious about this. As if to prove it, she carefully slips her nightgown off of her shoulders. Noticing his gaze, she pauses for a moment to let him get a look. Her cheeks redden at his words. She’s glad that he seems to like what he sees.
The grip he has on her thighs keeps her from fully pulling the nightgown off. Once he removes his grip and gets off of the bed, she decides to remove it fully to get it out of the way. She has to shift around a little on the bed in order to fully get it off. With the nightgown successfully off, she takes a breath and carefully sets it aside.
She stays quiet as she watches him undress, showing no signs of wanting him to stop. Her instinct is to avert her gaze, that is what has been instilled in her so she has to remind herself to keep her eyes on him. Her gaze slowly combs over his body, going lower and lower. The second she spots his very erect desire, her eyes go huge. “Oh,” She breathes out, staring at him in disbelief for a moment.
(Yessss. Like, stomach pain doesn't equal pregnancy. It can mean a lot of stuff. This is why women get overlooked medically)
Kaillas stood proud as his wife looked lower and lower down his body. He had almost a lazy smile on his lips as her gaze finally settled on his erect desire. He could have smirked had this not been the first time she had seen him, much less any man's erection. He prided himself on being bigger than the average. It was larger than most but still remained pleasurable for his partners.
He took a small step closer, his thighs almost hitting the edge of the mattress. He stretched put his hand, palm up for her to take. He was going to show her how to touch him if she would let him. "You look beautiful, my darling girl."
He was so close to her now. It would have been so easy to look at her. So easy to let his gaze fall. But he remained respectful. He looked no lower than her chest and now was training his eyes on her face. "Will you let me show you how to touch me?"
(How far did you want this to go? Did you wanna move this to pms or fade to black?)
(It’s utterly ridiculous. Doctors need to take women seriously rather than just brushing their pain off as either a pregnancy symptom or their period)
Ophelia has seen paintings of naked men before and she’s been flashed by an older man on one occasion. Nothing could have prepared her for this. Her husband is larger than she anticipated, something he appears to be quite proud of. It makes her a tad nervous but she’s been that that a considerable size is a good thing. She hopes that’s true.
Tearing her gaze away from his desire, she looks up at his face. The shock is finally starting to wear off. She lightly sets her hand on his, all too aware of just how close he is now. “Thank you,” She says softly, greatly appreciating his words and how he wound they are. She had been worried but it seems like he’s happy with her so now she can relax a little.
She wouldn’t mind if he wanted to look. This is her idea after all. It’s wonderful that he’s focused on her as a person, not just her body. Though, she hopes that he appreciates her physically as well. “Yes.” Her answer is relatively quick. Though she is nervous, she wants to do this.
(I’m good with moving this to pms if you are. If not, I totally understand!)
(I'm good with pm, I'll respond in there)
Kaillas placed his hands in his pockets, leaning against the frame with his legs crossed as he watched her dress. His eyes lacked desire and instead held admiration. He liked watching her beautiful body, no matter what she was doing. It didn't always elicit a heated reaction from him.
He took her hand as she held it out to him and walked out their bedroom door with her. "We missed breakfast but if you would still like some I'm sure we can ask the cooks. Otherwise they'll have lunch ready for us soon," he said as they walked down the stairs.
He noticed the looks some of the staff gave them and leveled a hard stare to them in return. They hadn't done anything wrong. They were husband and wife and they could enjoy themselves as they pleased. They had no right to judge them.
Ophelia is just a little embarrassed about being so obvious that the staff knows what they were up to. They must have been much louder than she originally thought. She gives his hand a light squeeze as she tries to focus on other things. There’s no use in getting all up in her head.
“There’s no need to bother the cooks. Lunch will be done soon.” She’s fine to wait a few minutes before eating. It would be rude to get up underfoot and start pestering the cooks when they won’t starve to death in a matter of a few minutes.
Wanting to get some fresh air, she heads for the deck. Already she can see that the day is beautiful. The sun is high in the sky and there’s a gentle breeze. It’s perfect weather. “Perhaps we could go for a swim later?” She asks, looking over to him.
Kaillas nodded his head. Lunch was fine by him as well. He followed her out to the deck that looked on the beach and the water. It was warm outside with a slight breeze, perfect to spend the day outside on the beach. The staff was already setting up the outside table and chairs for them to take their meal.
He settled behind Opehlia, wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her back to his chest. He dropped his chin on the top of her head. He smiled down at her. "Of course we can." He had already planned on then swimming before their morning activities. They would likely need to take it a little easy in case she was still sore.
Today was their third day at the beach house. They had four more days left, technically, though their fourth day woukd consist of breakfast then traveling back to the palace. They had three days to enjoy the rest of their honeymoon. Other than having dinner one night in the town, the plans were a little up in air.
Ophelia leans back into his touch with a smile. She looks up at the bright blue sky, just enjoying how perfect everything is today. “Is there somewhere pretty shallow we can swim? I’ve swam in lakes before but never an ocean.” She’s not sure how big the difference is so she’s a little cautious.
It saddens her to think that they’ll have to return to the palace soon. These last few days have been wonderful. She knows that they won’t get much one on one time once they return. He will have his kingly duties and she’ll be sucked into the whirlwind of court.
Not wanting to think about that and ruin the moment, she shakes her head a little to clear her thoughts. They still have a few days to enjoy themselves. She wants to soak up every moment that she can with him. Who knows when they’ll be lucky enough to spend so much time together again.
"As long as you stay close to the shore you should be alright," Kaillas said. "And I'll be right with you. I won't let you go in the water by yourself." There were dangers with every body of water, the ocean was no different. He would feel better if he was in there with her to keep her safe.
He woukd miss being on the honeymoon. He couldn't believe he was saying that. He had been the one to shorten it in the first place too. And yet now he was beginning ti regret it. But he knew they couldn't stay there forever and the longer they were away from the palace, the more he was going to return to when they went back to the palace. It was better this way.
A maid approached then hesitantly, dipping into a curtsy and refusing to make eye contact with them. "Lunch is ready, Your Majesty." Kaillas nodded his head at her, dismissing her and he pulled back from Ophelia. "Come, let's eat. We worked up an appetite."
Ophelia is more worried about the currents and less so about what his be lurking in the water. The lakes she swims in are pretty calm. While she’s a pretty solid swimmer, she like to have safety measures in place. Hearing that Kaillas will be out there with her the whole time, she does relax.
Turning her head, she looks to the maid and offers a small smile. Unfortunately, it seems as though the maid would rather be anywhere else. She sighs softly. They really did make things awkward with the staff. She feels bad about it.
She thanks the young woman before looking to her husband and nodding. At least they’re able to eat now. She pulls away from him enough so they can head over to where the table and all of the food has been set up.
Kaillas had never heard of anyone getting stuck in a current or a riptide out here but it was still better to be safe than sorry. It best to stick closer to the shore where you could stand instead of swimming out in the open water. He never went in further than his chest.
It bothered him how the maid was treating them. He didn't understand what they expected of them. It would be frowned upon if they didn't have sex (not that they did but they had done enough that it coukd easily be assumed) and now it was frowned upon if they did. They were married. They could do as they pedaled with one another and he would appreciate it if everyone stopped acting like they had done soemthung wrong.
Taking her hand, he led Ophelia to the table outside where their lunch was already waiting for them. There were two glasses of water and two wine glasses in case they opted for that. He knew with her sore throat, wine would not be an option today.
Ophelia just doesn’t get why everyone is looking at them like that. It’s their honeymoon. It’s expected for them to have sex. Granted, they didn’t but it certainly sounded like they were. She hates the stares. It makes her feels uncomfortable but she won’t say anything about it.
Going over to the table, she sits down and takes a minute to get settled. She takes a look at the food to see what’s on the meat today. As per usual, everything looks fantastic. She’s also starving so she certainly isn’t going to be picky right now.
She waits for Kaillas to join her. It would be incredibly rude for her to start eating before he’s even sat down, even though a small part of her is tempted to do so.
