I trailed my fingers up her thigh until her soft curls teased them. I found her heat and slipped in. “Move.” I whispered softly in her ear. Her movements were indiscernible to everyone but me as I fucked her with my fingers. She hid her moans behind a cough while I ate with my free hand and she tried to force food past her lips.
I gave her the climax I’d denied her earlier before pulling my fingers from her and licking them clean of her juices before turning to lord Humphreys Duke of Norwich, who sat on my other side, to engage him in conversation.
Princess Cecile
He’s so confusing I don’t know what to make of this day. My body was much relieved after his little display at table, but I was still no wiser to what had brought on his actions of the day. If that weren’t enough, I had been ill this morn after he left me.
Was it the child? Was it not too soon to tell? It has been a little more than a month and some since I went to his bed, but surely it takes longer for the body to change. Maybe it was just the travel that had taxed my poor nerves, not to mention that last conversation with lady Georgina. Add the way he’s been acting and it was no wonder I was ill.
Now he’s left me sitting here with a most unladylike wetness between my thighs. Thank goodness everyone else seemed preoccupied for the moment or my blushing face would’ve given me away.
I tried to comport myself as the gentleman to my side asked a question, but was waylaid from answering when I felt my leg being squeezed from the other side. My head turned swiftly towards the king who was still deep in conversation with the duke. He made an excuse to the duke and turned his attention to me again.
“Go to your room.” The words were as surprising as his tone but I did not argue. The only thing that quelled my embarrassment as I made my excuses is that he’d whispered the words to me. No one dared question my leaving and conversation went on as before.
I stumbled, walked my way to my chambers, back to being confused. I was a bit short with my maid as she helped me out of my raiment. “I will see to my hair Hannah you may go.”
“But milady...”
“GO.” The older woman turned to flee the room almost in tears. She’d been with me since birth and it was not often that I’ve used such a harsh tone with her.
“My apologies Hannah. That was very poorly done of me.”
“Are you not well milady? Should I get you some chocolate?”
“No, I’m fine, just a little tired I think from the travel.” She accepted my explanation and continued on her way.
It wasn’t everyone I would’ve taken the time to explain myself to, especially not a servant. But Hannah has been my confidant these many years. There was only one thing I couldn’t share with her, and that was my affair with the king. That secret I would hold dear always.
I’ve agonized these last days about the decision I’d made, to claim his child as his brother’s, but there was no help for it. I couldn’t be known as one of the king’s cast offs, the scandal would be horrendous. And the alternative is obviously out of the question.
The door opened just as I started to pull the brush through my hair for the first stroke. My hand hung in limbo as he came into the room with that look on his face again. I didn’t bother asking if there was anything wrong again, but waited for his action.
He came to stand before me. “Continue.” I pulled the brush through my hair as he got to his knees and pushed my nightdress up my thighs until I was exposed to his eyes. He pulled me to the very edge of the chair and then his mouth was there. “Sweet heaven.” My arm went limp at my side and my head went back against the chair as I felt his tongue pierce me.
This was so different from our last two encounters that my heart couldn’t keep up. It felt as if he were kissing me there the way he does my lips when he’s deep inside me.
I bit the back of my hand as my senses reeled and my body exploded in his mouth. I was halfway back to my self when I felt myself being dragged off the chair only to end in his lap where he knelt and impaled on his rod.
“Oh…” It was too much, the pleasure overwhelmed me, and when he pulled my head back and took my nipple into his mouth my juices gushed from my body once again.
“Oh your majesty, it’s, it’s…” I was at a loss for words, my thoughts a jumble. All I did was feel. I felt his length, his girth, every sinew and ridge of his wonderful cock as he pulled me on and off of it roughly.
He got to his feet and I held on as he walked to the nearest wall and slammed my back against it, still moving in and out of my body, which was spinning out of control.
His harsh grunts with each thrust made my blood sing and I dug my heels into him, pulling him in closer, while my hands held his head in place over my swollen breast.