I want to press my hand to my heart, but I don’t want him to see. I am afraid he will be able to look right through me, see the crack in my heart and deem me unworthy.
Who would want a broken wife?
And so I think back to the books I read, hidden in my closet with a candle at night, talking about love and passion and longing.
I slowly raise my hands and place them on Charles’s chest. His skin is hot and sweaty, just like my own and I marvel at the feeling of his sculpted muscles underneath my fingertips.
I swallow hard and close my eyes. Ever so slowly, I bring my face closer to his and touch my lips to his, softly.
His lips are warm and taste of oranges. I thought he’d probably smell of alcohol, but if he has been drinking, he must have stopped hours ago.
He doesn’t move, his fingers stroking over my thighs are the only indication that he has not fallen asleep. I adjust myself on his lap, eliciting a soft hiss as I move myself closer, rubbing my pussy along his hard cock. My hands trail from his chest over his shoulders into his hair. Fisting my hand in his hair, Ipull his head back slightly to tilt his head upward.
He chuckles but doesn’t say a word.
With my eyes closed, my lips find his mouth, pressing down more insistently now.
This time, he responds. He kisses me back, pressing his firm lips to mine with urgency, as if giving me permission to go harder.
I turn off my brain and let myselffeel.
He opens his mouth, and I meet his tongue in gentle strokes. His warm breath on my lips, his tongue circling mine in small circles, makes my whole body scream in delight. Opening my lips even more, letting my tongue glide into him, exploring angles and movements makes my head spin. I have lost all semblance of control, my hands are pulling on his hair, forcing him to give his mouth to me.
His moans grow louder now, his hands are moving to my ass, pulling me closer and pushing my pussy down hard on his cock.
He suddenly pulls away, leaving me breathless and confused.
“I approve of your reading choices, my Queen. But I hope kissing is not the only thing you have been reading about.”
As if I weigh nothing more than a sack of feathers, Charles stands up with me straddling him and walks me over to the bed.
“Take this off,” he orders and steps back, watching me.
I raise the night gown over my head, and the way he looks nearly undoes me.
His eyes roam my body as if it’s an oasis after being stuck in a desert. Like a holy relic from the forgotten city, his eyes worship every part of me.
“So fucking beautiful,” he breathes and starts strokinghimself through his pants. I should be ashamed, should not watch as his hand moves up and down his length and the small wet patch forming at the tip of it. I should not want to taste his cum, to lick it off, to feel it coat my lips, but I do.
My hands move to my pussy, already wet and swollen.
“Yes, my Queen, show me how you want to be touched,” Charles groans and lets his hand slide into his trousers. When he pulls out his cock, all I can do is stare.
“They don’t call me Charles the Great for nothing,” he says and winks at me.
I can’t help but laugh. I am sure he knows this particular play on words has been done plenty of times in the ale houses of the kingdom.
Charles shrugs off his pants and walks over to the bed, stopping just beside it. His cock in his left hand, he reaches for my breasts with his right.
“You are so fucking perfect, Fastrada. My beautiful Queen. No one has ever turned me on the way you do. Just look at my cock, all hard and ready for you.”
His words are like oil on my heated mind. My fingers are stroking frantically, I am so close to taking it too far and making myself come.
His hand travels over my stomach and lower, disappearing between my legs, replacing my own fingers. I cry out in shock as he touches my clit, the contact almost too much to bear.
“Oh Devil’s mercy, I… I—” I cry out.
“Hmm yes, come for me, my Queen. Let your guard down and show me who you truly are. No more pretending, Fastrada. Come for me, come for your King!”
