“Right now, and right here in the hall?” he taunted.
“Aye! Right now, and right here in our hall!” she replied fiercely.
The fingers entwined themselves in the curls covering her mons, lightly brushing it in a teasing motion that sometimes tickled, sometime pulled. And then a single finger followed the faint groove down her slit. Down and up it moved until she was quivering with her anticipation.
“Mistress.” Albert’s voice pierced her consciousness. He was standing somewhere behind them.
“Yes, Albert?” she said calmly, although her heart was hammering wildly.
“The messenger is being fed. Is there anything else I may do for you right now?”
“Nay, Albert, go and have your supper,” Elizabeth said.
“Thank you, mistress.” he replied, and they heard his footsteps retreating behind them.
“Do you think he saw?” Elizabeth fretted.
“Saw what?” Baen mocked her. “His master and mistress cuddling with the dog at their feet before the fire.”
“Your hand up my skirt, you devil,” she retorted.
Baen’s big finger slipped between her nether lips. “Nay. He could hardly see over this high-backed chair. I was proud of you, Elizabeth. ’Twas well done, wife,” he praised her with a grin. Then, finding his objective, he began to play with it, rubbing, teasing, pinching it just enough to make her squeal softly with her excitement. Friar’s ears twitched slightly at the sound, and he raised his head up, but, seeing nothing requiring his attention, the dog went back to sleep. “Look at me, Elizabeth,” Baen suddenly commanded.
Her gaze locked onto his, her eyes widening as he pushed two thick fingers into her love passage and began to gently frig her. His look was one of the pleasure he was giving her, and she sighed. He bent to kiss her mouth, one kiss blending into another, hot and wet, until she moaned against his lips, “I want it all, Baen! I want it all!”
He withdrew the two fingers and sat her up, helping her to straddle him. She loosened his garments, freeing his love lance, hard with his desire for her. “Do you think we have time before the messenger comes into the hall?” she whispered. She was burning with her need for him.
He nodded in the affirmative, sighing as her hands caressed him. She unlaced his shirt, pushing it open so she might kiss his chest and lick at his nipples, while her two hands played with his stiff manhood. Finally, able to bear no more teasing, Elizabeth mounted Baen, her legs resting on either side of him as she lifted her skirts and then gracefully sank down on his love lance with a gusty sigh. His big hands slipped beneath her buttocks, fondling them. He leaned forward to kiss her, whispering to her as he did so.
“Fuck me well, wife. I am so hot for you at this moment that I care not who comes into the hall.”
Elizabeth obliged him, beginning with a gentle walk, progressing next to a trot, then a canter, and finally she galloped them both home. She bit her lip so hard to keep from crying out that it bled, and he sucked the blood from it even as he filled her with his passion juices. She collapsed upon his shoulder, gasping with her own pleasure as he groaned aloud.
“Woman, no other has ever given me the delight that you do!”
Elizabeth smiled at the declaration. She lay recovering against him for a few minutes, and then she slipped off his lap, drawing her skirts down about her, lacing her blouse back up, and smoothing her disheveled hair with her hands. “We will, of course, continue this discussion later in our bed, sir,” she told him.
“At your pleasure, madame,” he assured her.
“And yours, sir,” she said with a smile.
“How will you satisfy that naughty itch of yours while you are away from me?” he wanted to know. “Will you take a lover, like so many of the fashionable court ladies?”
Elizabeth pretended to consider his suggestion. “Perhaps I shall,” she said. “And you, Baen? Will you make one of the maidservants your lover?”
“Nay, a milkmaid or shepherdess, I think,” he replied with a grin. “I far prefer an outdoors lass.”
She swatted at him, and, laughing, he ducked. “Scots villain,” she cried. “I shall know if you are untrue to me!”
Reaching up, he pulled her down onto his lap, kissing her soundly. “There is absolutely no other woman in the world for me, Elizabeth, my wife. I should sooner spend the rest of my life a celibate than have another. But you? Will you be tempted by a charming courtier now that you know what passion is all about?”
Elizabeth punched his shoulder hard. “Nay, and how can you even ask me such a thing? I hated the court, and all of the pompous gentlemen who looked down on me for being more in love with my lands than with them. Only the king was kind to me, because he had grown up with my mother and holds her dear.”
“What of your other Scot?” Baen asked.
Was that jealousy she heard in his voice? Elizabeth wondered. “I had forgotten him,” she lied. “He was a pleasant fellow, I will admit, but it is unlikely he is still there. I told him he must ask his brother, King James, for a wife with lands. He probably did, and is long gone from King Henry’s court. Nay, there is only one Scot for me, and you are he, my love!” Then, kissing him hard upon his mouth, she jumped up from his lap. “The others will be returning to the hall any minute. Straighten your garments, sir!”
“Do you mind that I am jealous?” he asked as he put his clothing aright.
