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Zelda yawned as she put her books away. She knew she was late for her date with Link. She knew he was going to be disappointed, but she also knew he would understand. He had told her more than once that she worked too hard and he admired that about her.
Locking her office, Zelda looked to make sure she was alone before running to their bedroom. They had this whole evening planned out. A private dinner, dancing in the gardens, making love for the first time as a married couple. It was supposed to be perfect.
Then she received word that Abigail, her most trusted lady's maid, had unexpectedly gone into labor. Zelda had prepared for the birth but it was supposed to be a full month and a half away. She’d spent the whole day in her office fixing schedules and trying to find accommodations on short notice for the new mother and child.
By the time this joyous albeit untimely emergency was dealt with it was far past the time of her date with Link. As she finally got to their door she could only hope he would understand. Opening the door revealed a soft glow covering the room. Her heart broke realizing Link had planned this all so well. Dozens of candles are lit on a small table and chair in the middle of the room.
“Link,” Zelda called out, “I'm so sorry I’m late.”
“Oh you're back,” Link said from the adjoining bathroom, “I wasn't expecting you yet.”
Opening the door to the bathroom Link walked out in nothing but a towel tied at his waist. Zelda felt herself flush at the sight of her husband still wet from his bath. His sandy blond hair dripped water onto his strong shoulders and chest.
“I'm so sorry, Link. I was looking forward to this night for so long and then everything just happened so fast with Abigail.”
“I heard about that. Are she and the baby okay?” Link asked, casually taking the towel from his waist to dry his hair.
“Oh um,” Zelda stuttered trying to focus on his questions and not his body, “yes the baby and Abigail are great. I just had to rearrange the schedules while Abigail is on leave.”
“That's good,” Link said as he sat on their bed.
“Um,” Zelda stuttered, “are you going to get dressed? I know it's late and nothing at all like we planned but we can still have dinner together.”
“That's okay Zel,” Link said, getting more comfortable on the bed. Casually he spread his legs and Zelda swallowed nervously watching as his cock twitched. “I already ate. I was thinking of having some…alone time when you came in.”
“W-well how about we skip dinner and go right to dessert?” Zelda said as she started to take off her jewelry.
“Naw,” Link’s Ordonian accent came out stronger now as he began to stroke himself, “I want my alone time but,” he paused with a sigh letting his head rest against the mountain of pillows on their bed, “you can watch.”
Zelda blushed but can't bring herself to tear her gaze away from her husband's slow moving hand. Sitting down on a plush chair she watched, perhaps she would learn something new about Link.
Smirking Link sped his hand up, stroking himself just a fraction faster than before but it was enough to make him shudder.
“Do you like watching me?” Link asked, groaning softly.
“I do,” Zelda replied, “you're a beautiful man and I enjoy watching beautiful acts.”
Link laughed before groaning again as he ran his thumb under the head as he stroked. He knew how to end this quickly, silently but today he wanted to put on a show.
“What are you thinking about my love,” Zelda asked, her voice heady with lust. She was enraptured watching her husband. Every twitch, every held back groan, every expression on his face made her swoon. His pleasure was like a drug to her now. How had they not thought of this before?
“Thinkin' bout you sweetheart,” Link said with his eyes closed. His hips surged forward again as he squeezed tighter, a low groan escaped him. “Thinkin’ ‘bout how beautiful you look. How soft you feel. How wet you must be right now.”
Zelda groaned as she crossed her legs tightly, trying to dull the ache between them. He was right, she was dripping.
“Link,” Zelda whined, not taking her eyes off his now fast moving hands.
“I know, doll,” he moaned, “ I'm getting close. I love you.”
“I love you too,” she murmured, squirming in her chair. She hated to admit it but just watching him cum might be enough to send her over the edge as well. Her heart was racing as she watched him twist his hand around the head, spreading his own precome to make his hand slicker.
Her eyes widened as he tensed, arching his back off the bed as he squeezed his cock tighter. Zelda watched and shuddered at the sight of his orgasm, his cum streaking across his stomach and chest.
Groaning herself, Zelda relaxed into the chair. While it wasn't a mind-blowing orgasm for her it was an experience nonetheless. Even though they were on different sides of the room she had never felt closer to him.
“What'd you think doll?” Link asked, catching his breath.
“I think,”she said as she stands and walks to their bed, “ we need to do this again.” Leaning down she kissed Link before beginning to undress herself. “Perhaps next time you'll watch me.”
“Oh I'd like that very much Zelda,” Link whispered.