Summary: Eager for the wedding night, Drake and Elizabeth can’t keep their hand off each other before their reception.
Elizabeth looked herself critically in the change room mirror of the palace boutique, smoothening her hands over the fabric draped over her body. Now that she was actually wearing it, the white dress Madeleine had handed her to wear to her and Drake’s wedding reception, it just wasn’t… her.
She turned to the side, eyeing herself from a different angle and shook her head. She definitely wasn’t comfortable with the way it dipped so low down her back, almost to her underwear line. With a deep V and low cut sides, she felt dangerously exposed and one wrong move would mean game over. And she knew that as much as Drake would like to see her naked – she couldn’t wait for it either – she knew he would have a strong preference for such a reveal to take place within the confines of the honeymoon suite that was waiting for them.
Between the flurry of activity over few days, she’d barely gotten to see Drake. It was a miracle they’d found a spare minute to elope the day earlier. The thought of it immediately brought a smile to her face Both of them had been waiting in anticipation for the wedding night. Drake’s promises and all the little innuendos had built up the anticipation sky high, priming her body and mind for what was to come that night.
A rush of desire flooded through her just then, her mind conjuring up images of what was to come as a pool of heat began to gather in her lower abdomen. Elizabeth had half a mind to pull Drake into the change room and mount him right there and then. She bit her lip at the visuals in her mind. All it would have taken was to slip the door open, grab that pink spotted tie of his and with one yank all her fantasies would immediately become a reality. She’d run her fingers through the stiff pomade that temporarily tamed his unruly dark hair as his hands slid up her body before his rough fingers grasped the zipper of this ridiculous dress and—
‘Elizabeth if you quite finished admiring yourself we have a reception to get to!’ Madeleine’s irritated voice cut across the boutique, jarred her out of her wanton fantasy.
She would have sighed in frustration if Ana De Luca hadn’t jumped in inquiring, ‘How’s the dress Your Grace?’
Elizabeth could hear the tension in her voice as she sought her opinion. Her fantasy had made her all kinds of horny and suddenly waiting for the wedding night suddenly seemed too impossible so in a split second, she made her decision.
‘Umm.. it alright,’ she replied hesitantly, modifying her tone until it reached a pitiful note. ‘Would… would you guys mind if I had a moment alone with Drake? Its just uh.. I…’
From the other side she heard Madeleine begin to protest before the designer cut her off.
‘Oh course Your Grace. Whatever you need,’ Ana assured.
Elizabeth waited until she heard the click of the boutique door before sliding the door to the change room open to find a very concerned Drake waiting outside. His eyes went wide at the sight of her, travelling down her body and he gulped once.
‘Richm-Walker,’ he corrected himself with the name she’d request he call her – her new name – making them both grin a little before his face melted back into concern as he approached her. ‘What the matter? Is it the dress? Because you’d look stunning in anything. Heck I won’t be able to take my eyes off you no matter wha-’
His rambling was so adorable Elizabeth couldn’t help catch him in a deep passionate kiss and he immediately responded, settling his big hands on her waist, pulling her in closer.
‘I had to pull something convincing to get her to leave us alone for a moment,’ she drawled against his lips, catching his sigh of relief in her mouth.
‘I don’t know if I should be concerned that I had no idea my wife was so crafty or happy that she’s willing to use her skills for such mischief.’ Drake grinned down at her before leaning down to kiss her deeply again. ‘Mmm definitely the latter,’ he answered himself as they parted.
Elizabeth smirked back at him, heat in her eyes and leaned in again, determined to make her fantasy come true. Instead of meeting her halfway, her lips met the empty air and she opened her eyes to see him looking apologetically at her.
‘Walker…’
‘What is it Drake?’ she whined back in annoyance, not liking the warning tone in his voice. ‘Madeleine’s gonna be storming down through that door any second now so let’s make this quick.’
Hungry for his touch, she leaned in again, hands, clawing impatient at his clothes but he caught her chin between his fingers, tipping her head up to look up at him. Her brows furrowed in confusion at his action. Why wasn’t he letting her kiss him?
‘Don’t you want me?’
‘I do, Elizabeth…’ he told her with conviction. ‘God knows I do.’
‘But?’
Drake sighed, thumb stroking her jaw now. ‘I know you’re eager to consummate our marriage but I don’t want our first time as husband and wife to be a quickie in a change room with Madeleine breathing down our necks… You deserve better than that.’
Elizabeth blinked stunned for a moment at his admission but realised that he was right. Their first time as a married couple should be special.
‘You’re such a marshmallow,’ she scoffed before kissing him swiftly. ‘You’re right though. It will be worth the wait tonight.’
‘I’m always right. ‘Bout time you realised that,’ he replied smugly, earning a playful swat from her before her hands went up to tug at his tie as she daintily tilted onto her tip toes to whisper seductively in his ear.
‘I hope you known you’re spending more time in me than out of me tonight.’
Drake let out a low growl in response. ‘If I had my way, I’d already be in you Walker. And believe me you’re not making this any easier in that dress of yours.’
She rolled her eyes. ‘You don’t think its too… revealing?’
‘Heh as much as I like the extra skin you’re showing off,’ Drake began, earning a raised eyebrow from her. ‘I want you to be comfortable because all eyes will be on us and I’ll need something shiny enough to hide behind.’
‘In all honesty though I really do hate this dress,’ Elizabeth admitted, gesturing down. ‘One wrong move on the dance floor and our guests would be getting much more than an eyeful.’
‘You could always wear one of your other dresses?’ he offered.
‘That’s true,’ she admitted, biting her lip.
She had wanted to wear something new, being the fashion-lover that she was but even she wasn’t about to risk a wardrobe malfunction at her own reception of all things.
‘Pick your favourite,’ Elizabeth instructed, gesturing to the rack of dresses in the boutique. ‘Preferably something close-backed so I can wear a proper bra.’
Drake’s eyebrows shot up but before he could say anything she gave him a meaningful push out of the change room and swiftly closed the door behind her before she shimmied out of Ana’s dress.
‘My favourite huh?’ She heard him musing.
Elizabeth gave herself a thoughtful glance over in the mirror as he riffled through the selection of dresses she’d worn over the course of the Unity Tour, curious to know what he would choose.
Soon enough, Drake slung a jewelled blue dress over the top of the door and Elizabeth immediately smiled at his choice. It was the same one she’d worn to the lantern festival at her duchy. Besides being her favourite colour, it made her warm to remember his hands pulling away the very same fabric so they could make love on her room balcony under a night sky lit up by hundreds of lanterns floating above.
‘What do you think?’ she asked opening the door after slipping into the outfit.
Drake’s eye lit up at the sight and a slow smile spread across his face. ‘You look even better as my wife in that dress.’
Elizabeth felt her own mouth shift into matching grin, feeling almost giddy every time she was reminded that they were married. After so long and so many obstacles, it felt too good to be true.
‘Would you zip me up?’ she requested, turning her back to him where the dress lay open exposing her bare back — despite her earlier request, she’d neglected to wear a bra.
In the mirror, she saw him come up behind her and as he gave her a heated look, at once the warmth came flooding back into her core, breath held in anticipation for what he would do next. While looking at her reflection directly in her eyes, Drake slowly and deliberately swept her hair off her shoulder, his fingers leaving searing trails across the back of her neck. Without taking his eyes off her reflection, he began to press long, hot kisses from base of her neck to up to her ear where he nipped her once lightly.
‘There’s another reason why I like this dress so much.’ He told her, his husky voice sent jolts of electricity down her body to her clit, leaving her breathless.
‘Oh?’
He hummed in response, dragging his stubbled jaw across her skin as he nodded, making her inhale sharply. ‘Because the last time, I was taking it off.’
One warm hand started to wander into the dress itself through the gap in the back while the other pulled her closer to him. Elizabeth bit her lip to suppress a moan at the dual sensation of his teeth grazing her neck and his hand on her breast kneading the soft flesh. His calloused fingers found their way to her nipple where he tweaked and pulled at the small bud. Eyes clamped shut, she was so lost in the sensation that she barely noticed Drake’s other hand wandering down her body until she felt him brush at her thong, gazing over the lace fabric that quickly moistened under his touch. She bucked unconsciously towards him, eager for more friction as he circled her clothed mound in lazy circles.
‘What happened to waiting?’ She gasped, between the waves of pleasure.
‘There’s no harm in a little preview before the big show,’ Drake drawled lowly in her ear and she shivered in delight.
‘We don’t have much time,’ Elizabeth reminded him, hips thrusting meaningfully towards his hand, grinding hard on the backstroke against his hardening crotch pressed against her ass.
Sensing her urgency, Drake slipped his hand under the hem of her panties, fingers immediately finding her clit. Elizabeth’s head fell back on his shoulder as she moaned in response, barely able to raise a hand to pull him closer, tangling her fingers in his hair, taking full advantage of her new husband’s hair kink. She was rewarded when he groaned softly, the sound reverberating across her skin to where he had coated his fingers in her moisture.
‘Jesus, Walker, you’re soaked.’ His breath was hot on her neck he took his hand away ‘You need to taste yourself baby because you are fucking delicious.’
He offered her his fingers, soaked with her juices and Elizabeth readily sucked them into her mouth, keeping her eyes on his reflection as she lapped at her own essence, somehow tasting incredible when mixed with the taste of his skin. He extracted his fingers from her, the slight pop! sound echoing through the heavy air of the small change room and when their eyes met again the need for urgency — they were on the clock after all — was back and he slipped his hand under her dress again, wasting no time in slipping two fingers into her.
She groaned in pleasure at the intrusion as he slowly withdrew his fingers until only the tips were within her, holding the position for half a second before thrusting them back in suddenly.
‘Fuck!’ Elizabeth gasped out loud, writhing against him as he began to build up a steady rhythm, pumping his fingers in her in the most tantalising way. Her ragged breathing sped up, her body felt like it was on fire as he continued to work at her core, thumb swirling on her clit and the pressure began to build.
Drake’s mouth was at her ear, whispering, encouraging, urging her with sweet nothings about how wet she was and describing in vivid detail all the things he was going to do to her once the bedroom door to their honeymoon suite slammed shut that night. Elizabeth couldn’t help but clench around him as he added another finger, the sounds of her wetness filtering out from under her dress to fill the tiny space of the change room as he increased his pace, teeth grazing against her neck, marking her for everyone to see.
On fire from the inside out, she tugged him into a hot open mouth kiss that definitely would have smeared her lipstick all across his mouth but she knew Drake wouldn’t care, his only goal now was to bring her to the climax that she so desperately desired.
‘Elizabeth, you are so fucking beautiful,’ he growled against her neck as she bit her lip to suppress a moan. ‘Look at me when you come baby. I want to see my gorgeous wife cum for the first time.’
Pleasure coursing through her veins, building with every thrust of Drake’s skilled fingers, Elizabeth felt it build up until she could take it no longer and with her fingers firmly in his hair, pulled his fiery gaze to meet hers in the mirror as she came crashing down with a loud gasp of his name-
‘Drake!’
Her husband held her as she rode out her climax on his hand and rubbing her soothingly as she came down from the high. Elizabeth slumped against him for a moment, temporarily sated as he withdrew his hands out of her dress and zipped her up.
‘Think you can hold off until tonight?’ Drake chuckled, running his hands down her sides and Elizabeth felt a small aftershock ripple through her.
‘I suppose I can endure the sacrifice,’ she replied, turning in his arms to kiss him. ‘What are you going to do about that?’
She nodded between them where his cock stood out prominently against the blue material of his suit pants. Drake was about to answer when he caught the look of mischief in Elizabeth’s eyes as she lowered herself to her knees.
‘Richmond what are you doing?’ He gasped out, slipping back to her maiden name in his panic as her fingers worked deftly at his belt and zipper. ‘Madeleine is about to be back any second. You can’t ju-‘
His protest was cut off when Elizabeth reached under the waistband of his underwear and pulled his cock out, pumping him firmly as he grew harder in her hands.
‘You’re not going to deny your wife her first chance to make you cum are you?’ she crooned from beneath him, her other hand finding his balls. ‘Like I said before, baby, we don’t have much time…’
‘Fuck Liz,’ Drake groaned as she painted a long strip up the underside of his cock with her tongue before sucking gently on the head, feeling the heat rush to his pelvis and he unconsciously snapped his hips forward and she readily took him into her mouth, caressing the sensitive frenulum of his member with tender licks that made him shiver from head to toe.
‘Or if you’re still worried,’ she drawled pulling off for just a moment so he could see the challenge in her eyes and the smirk on her lips. ‘I could stop and we could continued this later..?’
Drake purposefully threaded his hands in her luscious long hair, tugging on it slightly as he growled his answer. ‘Finish what you started Richmond.’
It was back to Richmond now, she noted and her lips to curve up into a grin at his desperation.
‘Gladly.’
Elizabeth proceeded to glide her tongue along the length of him in long deliberate licks, lavish him entirely before clamping her lips over his cock and his eyes rolled back as she took all of him sucking hard, as her nails trailed over his sculpted abs, feeling the skin prickle under her touch. With each bob of her head, she managed to take more of him into her mouth, pumping what she couldn’t fit and he groaned as his tip met with the back of her throat over and over again. Slowly and deliberately she works her way up off his length as if she had all the time in the world and they didn’t have the threat of an irate Madeleine stumbling upon them.
Drake’s momentary alarm at her leisurely pace disappeared when she leaned down to graze her tongue over the soft skin of his balls, licking and sucking as her other hand continued to pump him hard. Her nails grazed his thighs as his fingers yank her closer by her hair, eyes heavy with ecstasy, hips thrusting when he heard the dreaded sound of foot steps clacking against marble floor outside the boutique door.
Drake’s eyes flew to Elizabeth — she heard it too — but he can barely focus on the imminent threat of being discovered as she took him whole, his tip going deeper than ever before, her nose almost touching his pelvis. She risked a glance up to him, lips wrapped firmly around his cock and he saw the stubbornness in her eyes — she wasn’t going to stop until she brought him over the edge. Despite the alarm racing thought him, his cock only got harder in her mouth as the pleasure from her mouth built and built, almost is if its enhanced by the thrill of getting caught.
It was all he could do to stop himself from groaning her name but the distant sound of someone’s voice — Madeleine’s — ordering an unsuspecting servant around stunned him into silence. His hands moved to push her off his cock, to yank her to her feet just in time to maintain a charade of decency, so they wouldn’t be caught in desperation on their wedding day but Elizabeth swatted him away, sucking harder now, determined to bring him to his climax before they were discovered. He let out a low moan of her name as he felt his climax rapidly approaching.
‘- everything ready for Duke and Duchess Walker’s entrance,’ Madeleine was barking to a servant, her heels clicking audibly as she approached the boutique door. ‘They will be making their entrance in two minutes.’
Both pleasure and panic flared in Drake and just as the handle of the boutique door began to creak open, Elizabeth flicked her tongue against his head and dove right onto him and he exploded in her mouth and smirking, she took every drop he gave her. Drake yanked his pants up and Elizabeth got to her feet, smoothening her hair out just as they heard Madeleine stepping through the door, annoyance obvious in her tone.
‘In case you’ve forgotten, you still have a reception to get to!’ He’d barely buckled his belt before his new wife winked at him and swung the door open, greeting the countess with a sweet smile.
‘Drake was just helping me with my zipper,’ Elizabeth replied, her voice sounding slightly uneven. ‘We’re ready now.’
‘Your Grace, did the dress not suit?’ Ana de Luca piped up from behind the countess.
‘I see you have foolishly declined yet another meticulously arranged outfit,’ Madeleine cut in dryly, taking in Elizabeth’s blue dress. ‘Now hurry up, you’re already late.’
‘Yes Madeleine,’ Elizabeth replied charmingly, lacing her arm through his as they trailed behind. As they exited the boutique, she made sure to lock eyes with Drake as she deliberately swallowed the mouthful of his cum. His cock twitched at the realisation that it had remained in her mouth during the entire exchange.
‘How’s that for a little preview?’ She teased, licking her lips tantalisingly as they paused outside the double doors of the ballroom.
‘I hope you’re ready for the whole show tonight,’ he muttered softly, thumb brushing the tiny bit of moisture at the corner of her lips. ‘I believe you requested — and I quote — for me to spend most of the time in you…?’
Elizabeth felt her face heat up a little at the thought and Drake’s face morphed into a devilish grin, the kind that made her wet all over again. Just as the door opening and the thunderous applause began, he dipped his head to whisper in a low tone just for her.
‘Don’t party too hard baby. We’re going all night.’