Deceive not my love-The prince and his maid II

A prince and his maid, still in love

*Arion*

Now, after having locked up my office after a long day of strategy meetings, I stand in the doorway of the bedchamber and watch as Naria, sitting on the edge of the window, gildes her brush through her hair.

“Did you know I used to watch you when you brushed your hair in the window in the mornings ? Getting ready to go about your day as a maid” I ask.

With a mischievous smile, she peers over at me. “I thought I could sense you there, but I wasn’t certain. Eleanor, one of the kitchen girls, said for my plan to work that I needed to seduce you. I didn’t know where to begin”.

I have already discarded my jacket, waistcoat, and neckcloth earlier. Now I stride over to her and take the brush from her hand. “I fell for you so quickly and so hard I made it far too easy for you to seduce me. I stood outside your window like a besotted lad and imagined doing this”. I drag the brush through her hair, relishing the silkiness of the strands going through my fingers. I have already had many years of this, and I will have a lifetime.

“I sat in that window and imagined you doing it as well”.

“I love your hair”. I say. “I love your eyes. I love everything about you”.

Rising from the window, she wraps her arms around my neck. “I love everything about you as well. And I’ve missed you terribly these past few weeks”.

Tossing the brush aside, I take her in my arms and lower my mouth to hers. All the restraint I have been exhibiting storms through me, reminding me of that first night I had been with her, when the wind howled and the rain had pounded. Passion pours from her into me, heating my desire. Back then I had wondered if it would always be like that .. powerful and strong.. I no longer wonder.. I know it is and will always be.

Her rose scent wafts around me. Her bare feet creeps onto mine. So much about her is familiar, so much is endearing.

Ending the kiss, I gazed deeply into her eyes, seeing them heavy-lidded and smoldering. Her lips are damp and swollen. While her gown covers her body, it can not hide that her n*****s have hardened. Bending down, through the cloth, I take one in his mouth, biting down gently. She moans softly, arching back, digging her fingers into my shoulders. It has been too long, too very long. With meetings, and trouble on the northern border and now everything with Bella and Will, I have not spent enough time with my wife in my arms.

I want her now with a ferocity that is almost overwhelming. At the same time, I want to savor each moment. She is my wife, my love. Tonight should be special for her, for us, like it was the first night of our married life. Yes, we deserve to linger, to remember.

Easing past her, I open the window slightly to allow in the cool spring breeze. The curtains billow slightly.

Lifting her into my arms, I carry her .. laughing and joyous …to the bed and lay her down upon it. While I quickly divest myself of my remaining clothing, she eases provocatively out of her gown. She releases a small scream as I leap onto the bed and tucks her beneath me, absorbing the softness of her skin melding with mine.

“I’ve missed this, missed you”. I growl as I begin to explore her with my hands and mouth, once again learning all the subtle nuances of her body, glorying in the curves and softness that makes her so unique, makes her special to me.

*Naria*

I run my hands over him, savoring the firmness of his corded muscles, the length of his limbs. Still now after all these years he is strong and oh so handsome. I skim my fingers over his wide back.

“Did you lock the door ?” I suddenly feel a need to ask.

He lifts his head from the valley between my breasts where he had been giving me his undivided attention. Holding my gaze, he says. “No damn idea, and frankly I do not care”.

I comb my fingers into his still dark hair. It is shorter than usual as he just had it trimmed. “I just don’t want the kids walking in on us”.

He grins at me. “Ah the perks of getting older, our kids are too big and too smart for that now. What about we see about making another one instead of thinking about those we have ?”

“Perhaps you need to remember what you just said.. getting older”. I pull slightly at his hair. “We are definitely too old for more kids”.

“Never too old to practice though”. Winking at me, he returns his mouth to my breast, eliciting pleasure with the wicked things he does. As often as we have been together throughout our marriage, I thought there should have been nothing new to learn, and yet each time we come together, the familiarity brings something new with it. A heightened awareness, more daring touches. Arion uses his hands, fingers, and mouth to explore every inch of me as though rediscovering old territory and finding that it has changed slightly, but he is just as pleased with the new landscape as he had been with the old. I have added on some weight in the years since we first met. My hips are a little more round, my breasts a little fuller. He takes his time, watching as he gently reshapes my breasts, before dipping his head down, his mouth lingering to taste, taunt, and tease.

*Arion*

I remember our wedding night, from that moment on, every night…at least when at home… I have had this remarkable woman in my bed. I go to sleep surrounded by her sweet scent, and she will drift off with my arms around her.

I have watched her body change as our children came into the world. I have relished everything about her, just as I relish it now.

As her sighs and moans grow louder, as she writhes beneath me, turning into me, opening herself to me, I plunge into the velvety heat that welcomes me and closes around him.

Stilling, with a deep groan of satisfaction, I absorb the full impact of my penetration. I frame her face with my large hands and kiss her. “I love you, Naria”.

*Naria*

I am quite sure I will never tire of him saying those words, of his melding his body to mine. He kisses my chin, my cheek, my neck. Then ever so slowly, tormenting us both, he begins to move against me.

My body rocks in rhythm with his, the pleasure ebbing and flowing, building until the maelstrom can’t be held back. I cry out his name while he ground out mine through clenched teeth, and we ride the crest of fulfillment together. Afterward, we lay in each other’s arms, allowing our saturated, replete bodies to bask in the glory of what we have just shared. Tucked up against him, our limbs intertwined, I drift off to sleep, content.

*Arion*

I wake up sometime later, lethargic and sated. Marriage, I decide for about the millionth time, it is rather wonderful indeed… and the best thing I ever did.

Opening my eyes, I see the silhouette of Naria standing in front of the window, a blanket draped around her, as the sea breeze blows into the room. Getting out of bed, I go to her, wrapping my arms around her and pressing my lips to the top of her head. “Come back to bed, darling”

She leans into me, her head finding its familiar place in the nook of my shoulder. “I was just thinking about Bella.. what are we to do for her”.

Dipping my head down, I kiss the nape of her neck. “You think we need to do something ? It won’t just.. die out ?”

“Knowing my daughter.. knowing how I would have felt in her place”. I feel her shake her head slightly. “No.. it won’t .. not on it’s own”.

“Hmm.. Maybe she needs to get away for a while.. not having to see him”. I sigh. “And .. her”.

She makes a sound so sad, I instinctively wrap my arms tighter around her. “But she is so young.. she is still my baby”.

“I know”. I lean in to kiss her just behind the ear. “Let me think about it, see what I can figure out. Now come with me to bed my love”.

And she does, letting me wrap her in my arms, we soon both drift off.