Chambre de Christophe Sinclair

He continues to flick his tongue on my tender spots, pleasing me more than I could have ever imagined. I can feel this sense of calm begin to wash over me as my eyes begin to roll back, my back arching as I feel myself ready to release upon his face and fingers. I look down at him and moan loudly, over and over, until I finally scream out as my juices leave me.

An uncontainable smile forms on my lips, a permanent one.  Each and every movement feels like heaven to me.  This time, I decide to please him.  I push him onto his back and I slowly begin to straddle him and I place myself directly above his hardness, smiling, Let me please you my love.  I lower myself down onto him, groaning with pleasure as I begin to rock my hips against him.

My hips rock hard against him. My head tilts back, moan after beautiful moan escaping my lips as my long blonde hair nearly touches his feet. I feel his hands on my hips, helping to guide me although there is no need. Instinctively my body moves. I move my head back down, leaning in and kissing him deeply.

MY body begins to shiver but yet I slow down my pace just a bit to delay that perfect moment. I place my hands behind his head and I lift him up, smiling, to me and place his hands on me as he moves me against him. I cry out with this new sensation...

My body now shakes, squeezing him tightly, my juices now dripping all over his manhood. I now moan softly as he reaches his threshold and together we have made a beautiful moment and now our marriage is binding.

I am completely out of breath and I pull him down to me, kissing him ever so softly on his perfect lips. He lays down next to me, I sigh and breath deep. I realize why I may have been feeling woozy and a bit ill but is it to soon? Heavenly every time my love but there is something that I must reveal to you and I think that it happened while we were in England.


(ooc: sorry for the late response...rl got busy for a bit!)

I prop myself up onto my elbows to look into his eyes and I smile as I begin to speak my news, I do know for sure yet but I believe that I may be with child. I see his face grow with excitement and it makes me wish even more that it is true. If I am, our child was created in England.

"Of course but until then, I am content upon staying right here in your arms! " I cuddle real close to him, breathing in his scent.

I curl up in his welcoming arms, sighing deeply and drifting off to sleep, not knowing what the King is planning to do.

I wake up late the following morning and notice that Christophe is still sleeping soundly. I slowly climb out of bed to not disturb him. I signal my ladies to bring in my silver and gold dress in along with the matching mask for the ball that has started. Before I leave, I leave my husband a note:


Husband,
Please meet me at the ball His Majesty is holding. I have left you a mask which matches mine. I pray to see you soon my love. I shall be the brightest angel there.

Forever Yours,

Angie