Queen Sophia.

 He gets up from his desk before I can finish my statement. He kisses me like he always does. I return his kiss. I miss his feel and touch.

He lifts me to his chair and sits me down. His hand roams my body as I brush through his hair.

 

“I miss you,” he says quietly. I gasp.

 

His voice is filled with longing, and I know he means it. I wrap my arms around his neck and hold him close, feeling his warmth and the feel of his embrace. I smile and whisper back, “I missed you, too.”

 

I can feel his hardened manhood. He is moaning...