The Queen's Bedchamber

Mary wished that it was summer it would've been so easy to just have him here and now instead of traipsing up all those stairs. She was curious to see how James would handle her body after a year of being untouched by him. Neglected like a used toy being left gathering dust. Grasping his hand Mary pulled him closer to her one hand holding up the skirt that swished around in a sea of blue around her feet. Not looking back Mary ran with her hand still holding his as they ran into the palace.

Upon reaching her chamber Mary kicked off her shoes pushing James against the door as she shut it locked. Her lips found his in a desperate, hungry kiss that left Mary even more ravenous for James! Removing his belt, Mary took his sword cutting opening his shirt straight down the middle. The sound of the fabric ripping was music to her ears and she was left with a glorious sight. Excitement flowed through her veins as she anticipated his manly fingers rubbing roughly inside her leaving no part of Mary left untouched. Would their bodies move as one helping each other to the bittersweet ending of their passionate tryst.

Every part of Mary demanded to be noticed by James like the curve of her buttocks. Would his hands still fit nicely on them as if he alone had carved her backside out of clay. Holding them proudly in his hands like a proud artist would showing of his masterpiece. Tu es mon tout~

James followed her gladly and not for one moment did he hope they would stop. Indeed, he was struck by how right it felt to take her hand and rush with her through the quiet corridors, lined by garlands and glittering tapestries. He didn’t not turn back or feel guilty - he didn’t think at all. It were as if his emotions and his passions were finally aligned once more. The feeling that hung over him when he was with Isabel, the thoughts of Mary alone with their child and all the love he owed her, was gone. She was there, she was with him and as ever, they always found their way back to one another. In the silence, James knew that he would have to have her. He was too driven by a compulsion he barely understood…yet he knew that he must obey, or be lost to Mary forever. It was more than an act of love, but one of necessity.

He kept his back to the door for a moment, as the heavy leather belt and - eventually - his sword clattered to the floor with a metallic thump. James immediately held her waist, with a certain authority, as if to claim her again as his yet somehow maintaining a gentle touch. He held her with the greatest of care as he slowly began to gather her skirts into his hands, pulling it above her ankles, then her knees...

He kissed her open mouthed, feeling his arousal pique in his breeches. He guided her backwards towards her bed and finally tipped them backwards. Laying her down with ease and a gentleness that broke the urgency of their movements, he chose to rest on his side while she stayed on her back. James bent forward and kissed her, softly, and kept on kissing her as he unlaced her dress, one thread at a time, teasing and smirking beneath their kiss, pausing to reach a hand inside and play with the swelling tips of her breasts.

There was a twinkle in her eye as their bodies fell as one onto the bed soft like a feather. Mary giggled deliriously happily as piece by piece her clothing was removed from her body all except her stockings. Rolling onto her side, she slipped her leg between his legs, her hands grabbing at his buttocks as Mary tried desperately to pull him on top of her. Deeply her tongue wrapped itself around James's tongue like two dancing snakes moving to the tune that led them both into unbridled desire.

The taste and texture of his lips made Mary whimper already her flower was damp waiting for his long thick rose to thrust itself inside of her. A feeling of joining their bodies as one like they had never been parted always as one never parted.

With dainty fingers and eyes that looked at him as wide as the ocean Mary reached inside his trousers. Wriggling down the bed, her nipples brushed against his skin as with one leg thrown over his Mary devours his cock into her mouth. It feels delicious to please him once again as Mary groaned against him, her body growing impatient to be taken by him again.

He had forgotten her laugh. He had not exactly endeavoured to hear it often enough but as she squirmed and giggled beneath him, supple and willing in his arms, he realised that it was one of the purest and most beloved sounds he had ever heard. Eventually her gown fell away from her and he noticed her skin was paler than it had been since he last had her, it almost glittered in the light. If it were not for the cold, it may seem to be the summer - the sun burning orange on the horizon, the light filtering through the window and causing the dust to dance in the final light of the day.

He felt as if he had only just settled by her when she had started to move and crawl down to tug away his breeches. His dark eyes looked down to her. James felt the familiar and powerful swell of pride and possessiveness in his chest, making it somewhat hard to breathe. He grinned - she was his again. As she took him into her mouth, his desires began to completely overwhelm his chivalrous side and he growled - closing his eyes for a moment in pleasure. His need grew stronger by the second and how she grabbed him - tentatively, but firmly - sent fire up his spine. He’d not been neglected of teases over the past year but it had been quite some time since he had felt anything around his own cock but his own hand. He longed to be in her, to plough into her warmth, to hear her whimper, to feel her nails on his back...

He shifted and held her shoulders, pulling her away from him and guiding her back onto the bed as he moved to settled over her firmly. He paused and caught her gaze for one brief and warm moment before coming down to her again, kissing her hard. He moved her legs to hitch on the side of his hips, rubbing his hard cock against her smooth sex, “Mary,”  he groaned - his moans muffled against her mouth as he eased himself inside her slowly. He did not look away from her as he thrust into her. It was intimate, he could discern the heavy sweep of her eyelashes and the rose hue to her cheeks. He was home.

Just like that Mary felt bound to James once again like they had done when they first met. This evening felt like the first time all over again. Hoisting up her legs, she pressed her body against James wanting to feel his skin sliver across hers. Looking back into his chocolate eye's Mary held his gaze as her flower writhed against his cock no matter how lost they had been they always found each other. Slowly Mary moved against his cock her body trembling as each thrust they both made together sent a wave of pleasure throughout Mary.

Soon the lusty sighs grew as the waves started to build higher and higher inside. Her nails broke the skin on his buttocks as Mary opened her legs wide enough for James to push deeper inside of her. Mary wanted her body to be filled with nothing but James she had forgotten what this felt like and all the surprising excitement she felt. Most importantly, she had forgotten what it felt like to be his. Never let me go I love you so very much.~

Mary mumbled as she briefly parted their lips to speak. It was important that James knew how much she craved him, needed him as her husband. She had been terribly lonely for so long... They moved as one body every thrust James gave filled Mary more and more with love and contentment. She lifted up her buttocks thrusting against James with renewed vigour a teasing smile slowly made its way onto her lips coaxing him to be a little rougher. Mary was no longer silent as she screamed out his name, praising him repeatedly for making love to her. Roaring like a lioness letting her husband know that he was pleasing her.

James allowed himself to let out a groan when he first moved into her. She was so tight around him, he’d almost forgotten how good it felt, how warm it was to be in her. He grew still for one peaceful moment, dipping his dark head of hair against her chest - his hot breath billowing over her soft skin, his lips touching her breast. As he started to move in her - at first slowly and deeply - he almost chuckled joyfully. It was the little smirk at the corner of her lip as she screamed out, the flowery tone of her voice still detectable - her French accent curling around every sound she made, that made him grin. He caught her whimpers with his mouth, biting her lip playfully and started to moved faster.

It felt as though she was gripping him, pulling him in closer to her, wanting to feel him deeper and faster and stronger. Although he was hoping to give her some pleasure, it had been too long since he had experienced the feel of a woman - his hunger had to be appeased. He held her hands above her head firmly, but tenderly brushed his fingers through her’s. His lips moved to her neck, he whispered that he loved her in Gaelic and he ploughed into her - as if climax was the only way to redemption.

Mary allowed herself to close her eye's an indulgent smile spread across her lips as the more they moved together the more she allowed his warmth to flow deep inside her. James was powerful over her body commanding it to do as he desired. Mary let go of his hands as she held onto the headboard instead. Coaxing him to release that inner wolf he so badly wanted to release yet had on a tight leash like always.

Her lips softly caressed his neck as she groaned enjoying the vibration running down his skin a bead of sweat running down his neck. Only to be caught by her warm tongue. His cock was like a volcano hot and ready to explode. She could feel it pulsating like a hot iron rod only to be cooled down by her climax when she was ready.

James caught her gaze and noticed the smile upon her rose lips. He grinned in response - a boyish and playful look, his eyes bright and dancing with mischief. He'd scarcely know the feel of her for months and it had almost made him drunk. When James was drunk - he was always happy and nothing made James happier than Mary's groans. He pressed his mouth ardently against her's for a moment and then eased himself out of her, working his lips across her bare flesh.

He could taste the honey upon her skin, the sweat and the warmth of her. His tongue circled and suckled on her nipple, his teeth gently grazed the curve of her breast as his hand trailed down her belly to her sex. He stopped at her clit, his hand moving in a steady beat as his tongue followed the path his hand had. Past her breast, to her stomach, her hip bone and then to her sex.

Finally he took her into his mouth, his hands holding onto her hips - pressing down onto her pelvic bone as his sucked on her clit.

As James withdrew from her Mary sat up abruptly, feeling empty and small. She narrowed her eye's at him a sign of her displeasure that he was no longer nestled inside her body. Mary missed being joined as one with him missed the connection and bonding between the both of them. It was his lips that made Mary happy again. The soft wisps of his moustache that grazed down her body made her toes curl and she couldn't help but not to giggle.

Mary wondered what her body felt like to James. His tongue and lips tasted her as if she was the juice from a fruit he had never tasted before. Lapping up every drop so he wouldn't forget the taste. His hand explored Mary like a map, circling his most favourite parts that he wanted to revisit. She was restless like a snake eager to grab James out of passion the only thing stopping Marry was the droplets of nectar dripping from her flower.

As his lips locked around her clit Mary grabbed hold of the bed sheets, pulling them up aggressively as the familiar ripping of cloth was made. James had blinded Mary with blissful passion like she was losing her mind but also very happy. Take me James please~

Mary begged him like a spoilt child. Taking his hands Mary lifted up her lower body wrapping his hands around her buttocks. With an aggressive hold Mary took a fistful of his hair in her hand before flinging her legs down his back.

He growled low and possessive. Those sighs were back, those delicious sighs, drifting into soft moans. He could feel his cock pulsing, aching to be in her but he wanted to taste her and feel her succumb to her climax. As she started rocking against him, he smirked and held onto her - his old secure yet tender. James eased one finger inside her, feeling her quiver and finally yield around him…then another finger. His tongue lapped against her clit. His firm hands on her, encouraging her to move and ride against his tongue. He moaned against her sex, causing gentle vibrations to ripple over her, his hips moving involuntarily as his dark eyes flickered up to her. He ached to be in her, to plough deep into her but dip his head against her breast like a child, “Christ, Mary,” he muttered and had to relinquish his hold, grabbing his hard and long cock instead.