“Is that seed cake I see?” he asked.
“Yes, and there’s marmalade cake as well. Would you like some?”
“Most certainly, along with a couple of those egg sandwiches.”
“Go find yourself a spot to eat and I’ll bring them.”
He found himself going to a cream-colored upholstered chair with a large table to his right. The chair was comfortable, more than most in the room. Most were not upholstered, instead with simple cushions on the seats. They were upright and finished in dark stain. Cathryn unfortunately was going to get to occupy one of the leftovers from the Elizabethan period.
She brought him a steaming cup of tea and set it on the table near him. When she returned moments later, she carried a plate of sandwiches and cakes. He thanked her and waited for her to bring her own tea and cake.
“I’m glad you thought of this. I don’t know about you, but I am tired from lack of sleep and traveling.”
“I am.” She glanced at the window. “Looks like a storm might be coming in.”
“It does. Won’t have a chance to go out for a walk before it hits. I for one am satisfied with staying indoors.”
She smiled demurely in his direction. “As am I. I’m sure we can find something to occupy our time for a couple of hours.”
He pretended not to have heard her or what she was insinuating. For being a shy, inexperienced lover, she now looked for ways for them to be together. He enjoyed this hidden side of her and waited to see what she would do next.
In a bold move, Cathryn stood in front of him and unfastened his trousers and coaxed his throbbing cock out of its hiding place. She lifted her skirts and impaled herself with his cock.She rode him with bold confidence Charles hadn’t seen before. He knew he couldn’t last, not with the way she was testing him. Taking one hand, he began to finger her, which made her jump and beg for more. As she began to unravel, he picked her up off his cock and stood her up as he did the same. Bending her over the chair, he thrust himself as far as he could go and exploded deep inside her.
Withdrawing, he fastened his trousers and ran a hand through his tousled hair. Still breathless, Cathryn came and kissed him before walking away toward her own suite of rooms.
“I warned you I had something naughty in mind,” she said as she opened the door.
“Yes, you did, and I certainly wasn’t expecting that.”
Her laughter was the last thing he heard as she slipped through the doorway and closed the door.
*
The following twoweeks were filled with preparations for their move to their new home. Charles and Arthur made the trip to London together for the papers to be signed. Arthur had meetings for Parliament, but he made sure his schedule was clear when it came to the attorney and estate. Charles knew his brother wished he would stay but understood his reason for being on his own.
He had finished his latest book and was now in the process of preparing it for his publisher. His manuscripts were always pristine when he turned them over to them.
Oxford had invited him to speak yet again, only this time they wanted him to come on a more regular basis. His reputation was growing. So, while in London, he and Arthur made the journey to the university. Charles was ecstatic when it was mentioned hewould be back to give the students more of what they seemed to be interested in—Charles himself.
While he was away in London, Cathryn, with help from Daphne and even Sam the parrot, got everything packed and ready for the journey. Books filled a lot of boxes, along with Charles’s papers. She hadn’t asked him about packing them for him, but took the utmost care in making sure everything was kept in the order he had them in.
The only people missing were Roxanne and Graham. They had departed for the Continent so Graham could conclude some business deals he had going. Vienna and Antwerp were their immediate destinations.
Arthur promised to come over to see the house and help Charles with what he needed to make it a working estate once again. Part of that would be a knowledgeable estate manager.
All the way to their new home, Cathryn was talking non-stop she was so excited. Like a magpie or Sam, Daphne’s parrot. At first, Charles thought she was talking directly to him but soon realized she wasn’t.
They had a perfect day for moving into their new home. It was a beautiful summer day, a blue sky with hardly a cloud in the sky. When a cloud did appear, it was a large puffy one lazily floating by.
Finally, Charles thought he best put Cathryn’s non-stop chattering to a slowed down version by trying to hold a conversation with her.
“You wouldn’t be excited, would you?” he asked.
“I’m beyond excited!” she exclaimed. “This is our home. I’m mistress of my own house now.”
“Yes, you are.”
She turned to face him more directly. “Does the estate have a name? If not, we should choose one.”
