The Dining Room

He slowed down slightly, awash with pleasure but still acutely aware of Mary and her silence. Indeed, he had come to know that silence often denoted greater pleasure than squeals ever could. Though, he had known her sweet cries and so he caught her face in between his hands - his hold gentle and tender, "Is this alright?" he asked - with the same attentiveness as their first night together.

It's a bit of discomfort and frightening. Speaking more honestly could do more damage than good. But as his passion, one that I had never seen or felt before. Got the better of him I could not tell who he was for that split second. Is this what you are used to when you have been with others in the past? Be honest I want no secrets between us James.

He immediately moved out of her and brought his breeches over his hips again. He slumped beside her and brushed his hand over his beard. He did not think he had been particularly rough, indeed - he was aware of the noise outside and he didn't particularly want to caught in too passionate an embrace. It wasn't the first time he had lain with a woman in a relatively public place and so he knew he may need to move away quickly.

"I'm sorry," he said - his voice deep and broken, "I didn't think...," he was lost for words - he assumed she wanted it to happen, she certainly indicated it since she arrived, "I didn't think it was anything particularly...rough..."

It hurt more than out first time together but it is not your fault. A certain sadness caught my throat and held on tightly refusing to let go. If I was a certain type of lady then maybe I would be use to the force of a man overwhelmed with pure lust. I wanted him and I wanted to do many, many things to him tonight. Why don't we try again tonight my love.

He sighed and rubbed his hand over his warm brow, there was nothing like a denial of lust to cause a man to descend into quiet. He fastened his breeches at his hips and replied hoarsely, "I'm sorry - I didn't mean to hurt you."

He stood up and glanced down to her, pulling on his shirt and tucking her crucifix behind the worn linen - his mind momentarily flashing to his agreement with Isabel. He was genuinely remorseful for hurting Mary - he had never had a woman say that to him before - but he was equally perplexed. They had been more amorous together and yet it was this time that he had caused her pain - had he hurt her before?

He glanced to the food upon the table and collected a chicken leg from his plate, walking to the window seat where he perched, "I'm sorry, a ghràidh."

Their was a passion inside of you that I had never seen before in your eyes. It was as though all boundaries were invisible and... I trailed off not wanting to upset him any more with my words. As I stood I folded down my skirts, making my way over to where he was on the window ledge. A sense of liberation appeared in me as I walked half naked over to him breasts still on show. If only I was made strong enough to give you that pleasure you so badly needed. Would you like to hear how I imagined tonight would be.

He finished the chicken and tossed the bone onto the table, it landed with a clatter upon the plate as he looked to Mary. How could she say she was fragile, he thought, and yet remain such a temptress. He still wanted her, he still lusted for her but he restrained himself, "I'm sorry," he repeated yet again and looked out the window.

The land was ablaze with a brilliant orange light from the sun which was being anchored behind the hills for the evening, "Tell me," he replied quietly as he gazed over the hills.

I rested my chin on his elbow, my hands wrapped around his front. I needed him just as more as he did me I wanted only him and needed only him. My lips trailed to his neck as my one hand slide inside his pants. I can show you if you want me to. I nibbled his ear pulling him back a little so I could finally let my tongue dance against his.

He groaned almost drowsily as she bit his ear, leaning into her with a deep sigh. He had believed they had known one another long enough, lain with another more than enough and spoken enough to be able to read one another's appetites. He was especially tender with her the first few times they had been together but they had no strangeness between them now. Her words were that of an unexperienced lover and so he was confused.

None the less...he was a man and he could barely resist her clothed, let alone half naked with her voice in his ear. He didn't reply - he knew his words would come out deep and broken but his lips tentatively brushed against her jaw, he moved slowly and lingered.

I wanted you to take me on the table. For once why can't you just let me please you for a change. I was frustrated with him all the ways that I wanted him to take me had now gone. I didn't want to have to tell him I wanted it all to be on a whim. I feel like I can't please you any more James or worse what I have to offer is not enough to substain you. Am I enough for you. As his lips traced my jawline I closed my eyes, letting his kisses wash over me.

He shook his head, how he wanted and craved her to please him...in that way. How he had grown to dream of it and miss that bliss that could make him - for once - weak. Yet, he was bemused by her. She thought he was too rough and yet wanted him to dominate her. He leaned his head against the wall and looked to her finally, "Perhaps later, love," he said - still a warmth in his voice still love but perhaps a little distance.

"I won't hurt you," he explained and sat up, his mind flashing back to what she had said to her mother.

No offense James but I can't tell you how frustrating it is when you're body is longing to be satisfied but the spot to hit isn't being hit. I kissed his forehead before slipping out of my heavy skirts. I went over to the table, pushed the food on to the floor as I climbed on the surface. With my stockings still on I laid down my hand cupping my hand cupping my sex.

He smirked but remained where he was. She moved gracefully, walking upon her toes as she flounced her way to the table - her long hair swaying from side to side as his eyes were firmly fixed on her pert rear and the line of lace from her stockings which rested upon the top of her thighs. She was putting on a display and it was working. He could feel himself grow hard again and he unlaced his breeches once more, standing up as he did.

"I thought you wanted to please me?" he asked with a mischievous smirk and dropped his breeches, revealing his standing cock as he took off his shirt.

My hand clapsed his cock as I remained the same as I lay on the table unaffected by presence at my side. I pulled myself up letting my luscious hair fall against my back as I swung my legs around to the side. Do you doubt your queen sire. I raised an eyebrow as I yanked hard on him. Moving to face him I let my body fall against the hard oak table , my legs crossed in the air, breasts squashed against the woodwork. My hand ceased from around his as my tongue gently swirled around his tip. His succulent plums held firmly in my hand.

He groaned as she took him into her mouth, her tongue perfectly gentle against his throbbing cock - her hold applying the exact right pressure. He held onto her hair, gathering it into his hands as he peered down to her. After a while he gently eased her further onto him, a moan escaping his open mouth as he shut his eyes in bliss.

I took him as far as I possibly could enjoying the sensation of how he throbbed against my tongue. I draw long hard sucks with my lips, my tongue darting around his tip and down his thick length. With great ease my teeth slowly began to nibble him as his cock was lathered in my salvia. I run my tongue over his groin only to allow my lips to grip his plums. I felt my arousal grow like an untamed cat I tossed and turned on the table. The very way he stared at me was enough to make me climax.

He descended into hushed moans as she kept going, his brows furrowed as if he were almost concentrating on his pleasure. It tingled from his pulsing cock, around his legs and caressing up his spine. He was in a complete delirium, he could feel himself grow more aroused and while he hissed as her teeth grazed against him, he soon let out the deepest of groans as she moved to his groin. He almost chocked upon his breath as his neck dipped down, "I'm going to come," he breathed - unable to hold again and desperate for the climax.

I wrapped ny lips back around him groaning myself as I got a taste of him. Grabbing his buttocks I pushed him further into my mouth as much as I could. I took great joy in slapping his buttocks one after the other only to retrace my fingers over his stinging flesh.

James buckled as he had his release, stretching out his arm to hold onto the side of table for support. He kept still for a moment, eyes closed as he let ecstasy flood over him. He glanced down to Mary - a haughty look in her bright eyes. He chuckled a little and stood up again, running his hand over her soft hair as he did, "I am very glad you are my wife," he mumbled deeply.

I hoisted my body up grabbing some wine as I let my legs swing under the table. Shuffling over to him I pulled him nearer to me letting my legs cling around his. It was the perfect summer's evening for frolicks and loose white dresses spending hazy lazy days in the sun. I am glad that I can make you happy James. It makes me feel very relieved to hear this.

He tugged up his breeches as she stood and stretched his arms above his head with a sigh. As much as he was satisfied in his pleasure; gratified from having her perch at his feet and work so skilfully - his mind was still actively thinking. He wrapped his arms casually around his waist, now used the slim curve of her body, keeping her close to him for warmth.

"Can I ask you something, Mary?" he questioned quietly, his dark eyes enigmatically looking to the ground.

You are my husband you should never be afraid to ask me anything. What is it you look a bit troubled . I got down from the table letting my hair sway at my back as I pulled up my skirts.

He leaned his forehead against hers' with a sigh, smelling the lavender upon her. He wondered how someone so delicate could provide such sanctuary and safety. He brushed his hand over her cheek, calloused fingers tender upon her soft and warm skin.

Finally, taking a deep breath he said, "I want to marry you, Mary," he looked up - his dark eyes bright of hope as they looked for a reaction in her's, "Properly...as if we were ordinary people. Away from court and prying eyes...Will you marry me...again?"

This was a wonderful surpirse to me it came out of nowhere and I wasn't expecting it. My heart beated excitedly I felt as though I was floating among the jaded clouds. Yes I will you marry you. I mean... A wedding just you and I no one else. Without hesitation I jumped on him waves of laughter and excitement filled the room like it was echoing my excitement inside.

He grinned victoriously, a warm beam spreading across his face. If they were ordinary people he would have taken her as his mistress long ago and if she had refused - there was no doubt in his mind - he would have proposed, exactly as he did in that moment. He wanted her madly - her wisdom, her courage, her beauty...

He had already planned it in his mind if she would say yes. His heart swelled, he was blinded entirely by his love for her, "Tomorrow morning, I will ride early. Marry me tomorrow at the little chapel beyond the palace - my page will guide you. I will bring my chaplain, you bring witnesses. Choose someone you can trust. It will have to be our secret."