Joan & Anthony's Bedroom

Anthony entered the room behind her, quiet and still-calmer at home than when he was in court. The not too distant crashing of the ocean hushed Anthony, the bravado quite gone but the relaxed smile remained. He leaned against the wall, arms folded across his chest as he watched her enter the room. He said nothing but simply imagined this every night to come. Something then, unknown to Anthony, changed. His heart warmed in a way it had never before. He would not admit it, not even yet to himself-but very gently, his heart was becoming hers-hers alone.  

"I've asked them to get some hot water, a bath will be ready soon."

I jumped out of my skin for I had not heard him come in. I did not hear you enter. I said swiftly as I bounced on the edge of the bed. I hoped I was the only lady to have seen this room if it were to be our marital bed. That sounds lovely I can't wait for the water to wash over my skin.

He chuckled as she jumped and walked over to her, kissing her forehead, "I'll let you rest, I'll be in my study if you need to find me."

He paused by the door and allowed himself one last look at her, "You really are very beautiful, Joan," he said sincerely with a smile and then left.

As he did, two of the maids slipped quietly into the room bringing hot rose water for Joan's bath.

Anthony was lying in bed, between sleep and slumber, the page of his book folded over and the candles flickering with the gentle breeze coming from the window which he had left slightly ajar. It wasn't dark, it wasn't even that late but he could feel like tug of sleep drag him away.

He didn't hear Joan as she came into the room, it was only when he felt her come on top of him did he notice her. He smiled tiredly, quickly being literally aroused into alertness.

"What is this for?" he asked and opened his eyes.

He grinned mischievously, the words weren't particularly new to his ears - but perhaps the first time uttered in sincerity. He rolled over with a deep sigh and pinned her arms behind her head.

"Then let me make you happy again," he whispered darkly, letting one of her arms free as he pulled up the hem of her gown, kissing her neck.

He shut his eyes for just a moment, feeling her hand around his man hood, "So you won't grow tired of me..." he began and kissed her. As he spoke he moved her skirt above her waist, revealing herself to him. His hand travelled past her stomach and rested at her womanhood, his fingers began skilfully teasing her soft womanhood.

"You won't become tired every night...send me to the tavern...complain when I do this?" he asked, slipping one finger into her as he felt himself harden in her hand.

I can ask you the same. Will you still love me when I am laying in bed for childbirth. My eye's grew wide as I watched his hand caress my body. Arching my hips to match the pace of his hand. Pulling my hand away from his man hood. I slipped my fingers subtly into my mouth, only to apply them back on his man hood, lingering around the tip. Anthony I moaned weakly with a half giggle as he touched me in that familiar place again. I felt my desire rise within me like flames, closing my eye's as I cried in ecstasy. Never! I will never send you away for if you were to go away then the world might as well stand still. Don't you understand I am in love with you.

He smiled after her words. Love. Did he love her? Could he love her? he questioned. He did, there was no question in truth - only in his own mind. He wouldn't admit it to himself. He was proud to a fault and the admission that one so young, so naive and so new in his life could have led him willingly into everything he didn't want; commitment, marriage and children. Now, somewhere as yet undiscovered in Anthony, welcomed these things. She was wild in a way, free from the common preciousness of most noble born women. There was natural quality to her, a glistening in her eye.

He couldn't quite say love, not yet, despite feeling it...so he said the next best thing, "Marry me - when we are here, away from court - marry me now."

He sighed a little and kissed her forehead. He moved his hands, placing them by her shoulders as he leaned over her, "And your wish?"

He grinned in response before kissing her passionately and with intensity, holding her cheeks in his hands. He slipped his hardness inside her. He moaned, deep and low, feeling her contract around him. He moved his hands to above her head as he began to ride her slowly.

"So you'll marry me, " he mumbled against her lips.

He shook his head and smirked mischievously, thrust himself into her and whispered in her ear, "Not tonight...I want to have you one last time before..."

He had beautiful eye's the kind I always felt myself staring deep into. As our bodies rode the pleasure giving wave. I let my lips lock to his gladly drinking my fair share of him. My fingers where tied in his hair like a spider in a web. With each sensational thrust I felt my body be spurred on to new heights I had never felt before.

Anthony could feel his pleasure reach it's height, a euphoric smile teased the corners of his lips. The sensation of their two bodies embracing; her's soft and supple - his strong. Together they connected, the rightness of them together was clear. He sighed in her ear, feeling himself come closer to climax...

At his quickening pace I clung to his body, allowing myself to lose control. I clung to him feeling my body demand it's release. Please let me come. I begged.

Anthony smirked at her words, fastening his pace. His hands caressed her body, while his tongue traced a line along her chest. With each thrust he could feel himself reach unbearable pleasure which eventually reached it's summit. He shut his eyes, moaning deeply and finally spilt his seed in her-his head resting on her bosom.

Anthony groaned for a final time and shut his eyes, breathing deeply. He didn't move, unlike usual. He stayed where he was - his fingers absent mindedly caressing her arm, a feeling of contentment warmed his heart.