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The royal stables.
“Shut up and kiss me,” the words left Lady - no, Queen - Jane’s mouth with a sigh.
Thankfully Lord Guildford Dudley didn’t hesitate, his lips were on hers in an instant, drawing out a soft moan from deep within her.
But the kiss was only brief, not nearly enough to satisfy her, before he was pulling back and looking at her with something that looked a lot like passion.
“There is something else... What is it?” He whispered to her, stroking the side of her face with tenderness she had never been able to let herself dream her future husband would be. “Tell me,” he whispered. She could almost hear his missing words - Please trust me .
“What if…” Her own words failed for a moment as he searched her expression for answers.
Was he concerned for her? Did he care for her, like she did for him? The hope gave her the second of courage she needed to get the words out
“What if… I didn't want a divorce?”
Jane could hardly believe the words were finally out in the open.
It had been a question she had been asking herself since the moment they got married.
Every time she requested a divorce from him.
Every time she assured him it was what she wanted.
There the thought sat in the back of her mind, asking if that was actually what she really wanted.
“What if you didn't?” He whispered back to her, his voice holding a little relief, the start of a smile forming on his gorgeous lips.
One she could not help but reciprocate, before slamming her own lips against his.
This time they kissed like a frenzy, the heat building between them as she pushed him back until he was against a timber beam. Their kisses were wet, hurried, more intense than they have ever been before.
She needs all of him, and she didn’t wait for him to argue, grabbing his jacket roughly and pulling it off him. She continued to be frantic, until his lips started kissing her neck, stilling her for a moment. Her eyes rolled back and her breath was released. Everywhere he touched felt like fire, a kindling of warmth that grew and grew.
Then he was tugging at the binding on the front of her dress.
“Fucking laces!” Guildford grumbled and she couldn’t help but laugh and agree. He worked categorically at each binding, moving behind her to pull apart her dress further. Jane was trying to help as much as could, but kept getting distracted every time he started kissing newly exposed skin.
The question slipped out of her before she had even finished the thought,
“Do you think I'll like it?”
“Gods, I hope so,” He muttered into her mouth. They were exceptional at fighting together, hopefully they will be even more amazing at this together.
“I tried finding out what it would be like,” She was rambling, a little bit of nervousness taking over.. “I looked in books, but there’s nothing!”
“Are you intending to talk all the way through this?” he asked her between kisses.
“No!... maybe…”
Finally the last lace on her dress was undone and it slid to rest on the hay that lined the stable floor. Now in her underdress, she turned to Guildford to realize that he still had far to many layers on. “Do YOU intend to keep your boots on?”
“Well…no…” he was teasing her, she was sure of it, as he pulled off his boots and she helped remove his shirt.
Once considerably less clothing was being worn, Guildford tugged at her nightdress lightly, pulling her back towards his bed. They were kissing as the back of his legs collided with it, and he instantly sat down, twisting her to sit on his lap and grunting as she landed on him. His fingers worked quickly, removing her socks.
And then Guildford, with ease and strength she had not seen before, lifted her up, wrapped her legs around him, and laid her down on his bed. Bed was a loose term though - she could feel hay poking her back through the stable blanket that rested there. It was hard and uncomfortable, and for a moment she hated the fact that he slept out here. Not when she had a gorgeous bed inside, worthy of a queen. That she would delight in sharing with him.
Jane lifted her hips a little, allowing him easier access to remove her pants. His thumb grazed over one of her nipples through her nightdress, sending shivers right down her spine. It was as though that action reminded him that she was indeed still in her dress, because he then swiftly removed it over her head.
When he sucks on her bottom lip, she groans. Her own hand tugging at his hair, pulling him to her.
Wanting to feel him.
To feel everything.
But she doesn’t know how.
“Wait,” and Guildford stopped instantly. “I don't know what to do. I really hate… not knowing things.”
His smile was so genuine when he looked down at her.
“I can show you, if you want me to?”
Jane could feel herself nodding slightly as she ran her fingers over his chin. His own lazily touching her lips.
“I want you to,” she breathed out at him.
Guildford kissed her like he was starving.
His fingers, which had been alternating between wrapping around her waist or gently cupping her face, slowly traced down her throat, and she swallowed, feeling like she had no moisture in her mouth at all. His nose brushed her temple as his fingers moved lower, across her collarbone, resting to graze the skin between both of her breasts.
Then his fingers moved again, each hand resting on her hips to lift her up and move her higher on his bed, so her head was on his pillow. Such a subtle and tender gesture, and her heart swelled at the man she married.
This time as he moved, it was his lips that follows the same path his fingers had taken. Lazily over her throat, passing over her collarbone, down between her breasts. And then one hand was squeezing one breast, whilst he took her other in his mouth. The gasp that left her was not in her control.
Then he swapped, each breast getting the same attention and adoration.
She could feel him mumbling into her skin, and it sounded a little like he was calling them incredible, but she couldn’t be sure.
Guildford then moved further, kissing her hip bone as he descended. When he arrived at the inside of her thighs, his lips left burns on the inside of each leg.
But when he kisses her centre, ever so softly, Jane could not help her body tensing and freezing up. To his absolute credit, he notices immediately and stops.
Jane can see an apology forming, and she latched onto his shoulder, desperate for him to understand her.
“I’m sorry, I just… Um….” She murmured, “perhaps not that?”
Jane had said it so quietly, not wanting to break their momentum, but also not wanting to do something she was not comfortable with quite yet. She thought he might argue with her, but all she saw was his dark eyes flashing up at her from between her legs, and him immediately smiling at her, “of-course,” as though it truly did not worry him.
Instead he climbed up to join her once more, wasting no time and kissing her again. She soaked in his breath and adored the way Guildford tongue explored her mouth. She tried to mimic it immediately back.
“I want to bring you pleasure,” he mused out loud, talking to himself more than her. He laid down on his side, next to her. One of his hands rested lightly on her belly, rising and falling as she breathed. His other hand propped up his head to look at her.
He was always looking at her.
Every time she caught his eyes, her heart would leap. And this time was no different.
They held each others gaze, as she could feel his fingers trailing down her belly to where his head had been.
When he gently touched her between her legs, she took a sharp intake, filling her lungs completely. He paused, eyes inquisitive.. She let the air out slowly, before nodding at him with a soft smile. She felt unable to use any words.
“Talk to me,” his voice was hushed, “I need to hear your words, Your Majesty.”
She almost rolled her eyes at that, but he refused to move until she said something.
“Please, keep going,” and she was sure he noticed the pleading in her voice.
Guildford fingers did lazy circles at the top, finding a button of pure joy. Jane hadn’t realized how much heat had been pooling between her legs, but it was undeniable now.
As he worked, they stared at each other, him watching her expression attentively, looking for signs that he needed to stop. Jane reached her own hand down, resting it on his wrist and not allowing him to pull away. He continued to work, building something deep within her core.
And then in the quickest of movements, he slid a finger into her folds, pulling a gasp out of her. She realized how wet she was when his fingers continued working her, now slick with her moisture.
She had no choice but to close her eyes. She couldn’t stay focused when he was looking at her like that. And she needed to focus on her breathing, which was becoming sharper and shaper. A direct response from her body as his soft touch intensified as he worked.
When Jane could hear groans escaping Guildford, she couldn't resist opening her eyes to peak. His head was resting on her shoulder, and she could see his own eyes were now scrunched close, his hips rocking into the bed beside her of their own accord. Jane squeezed her eyes closed again, consumed by the feel of his fingers, and the warmth of him beside her.
“Look at me,” he whispered, and when she did, she saw a little smirk playing at those tormenting lips.
And Guildford watched as Jane fell.
Heat rose like a wave, spreading from her center to the tips of her fingers and toes, leaving tingling behind as it went.
She choked out a cry, legs and arms quivering of their own control.
Guildford slowed his rhythm, kissing and nipping at her neck as her body slowly settled down.
She watched him as he rolled off the bed, and finally pulled off his own pants. Jane was hypnotized as he joined her back on the bed, using his arms to prop himself up above her, and not crush her.
“How are you feeling?” he asked gently.
“Amazing,” she chuckled out, earning her a kiss on her forehead as a reward.
She could feel his hardness on her belly, and he moved himself a little so that their hips were more aligned, and that length was between her legs. She could feel its heat, throbbing near her entrance.
Jane shivered as she watched him take a deep breath, and they stared at each other as Guildford gently pushed his hips against hers. His length slowly entered as he pressed himself inside, stretching her as he went. One insainly slow, deep thrust and she was brilliantly full.
Once inside, he didnt moved, instead he just coughing out a gruff “Fuck,”
“Are you okay!?” Jane panicked.
“You are killing me, My Queen,”
The panic continued to rise, her chest heaving, as she reached both hands to his chest and tried to push him off her. Killing him was not the plan!
He resisted her attempt to move him, and remained still inside of her. She moved a hand to the side of his face, and he turned to leave a kiss on her palm.
“In the best kind of way, I assure you,” his eyes beamed down at her.
After a few moments, he pulled back slightly, and then gently returned. After repeating the soft movement a few times, she asked him, “You’re taking it slow?”
“For you,” was all he whispered back.
But he did build up speed.
Each movement was tender, deliberate and almost disciplined as he moved at a measured pace against her. When Jane reached up to dig her nails into his hair and tugged, he let out the quietest whimper, and pushed into her core with more intensity.
He moved a little, keeping them still joined, so that he was on his knees and she was lifted up off the bed a little. His fingers dug into her hips a little, and she arched her back to meet him. Guildford hummed from deep in his chest at this new angle.
His hips rolled forward as he plunged into her, and rocked against her center, the friction between them continued to build.
Jane’s nails scratched down his chest and she could feel his heart beat, matching her own. His muscles flexed with each pump of his hips.
“You are so beautiful,” he sighed to her, before bending down to kiss her again, almost muffling their moans with their lips.
When they had started, he had been so measured and controlled, but Jane had noticed that stripping away at each thrust. He started loosing control, looking a little tortured and a little desperate. One particularly deep thrust had her pushed back into the bed, and he growled a little.
It made her think of a wild animal.
A fleeting thought was that perhaps that was because of the animal within him - but she dismissed it instantly. She had no doubt that she looked as wild as him in this very moment.
His jaw was set hard, as he tried to keep from loosing focus. At the same time, each thrust he started grunting. He sounded feral.
And it was the hottest sounds she had ever heard.
“Hold onto me!” He strangled out, and she wrapped her legs around him, her own hands latching onto his arms and not letting go.
And with a final push, deeper than he had been before and causing her to cry out in shock, he pulsated within her. His own release, a lot more violent than her own had been before, shook him all over and he looked ready to collapse in a heap.
He had apparently been holding his breath, because he coughed a few times as he pulled himself out. He shuffled over to one of the stalls and pulled out a blanket, before lying back down next to Jane, pulling her onto his chest, and throwing the blanket over them both.
She nestled into his chest immediately, feeling him press kisses to the top of her hair. As they laid there contently, she mused aloud;
“That was surprisingly vigorous!”
“Thank you. I think… “ Guildford chuckled in reply.
A lifetime Jane thought.
If we don’t get divorced, we could do this for a lifetime .