Stolen Glances

I’m so nervous. My stomach is in knots. I’m filled with excitement...and dread. I just hope that no one else found the letter. The letter intended for your eyes only... I slid it under the door to your chambers, but there’s always the possibility of an attendant or a guard picking it up. It was a risky move, I know...but, nevertheless, a risk worth taking.

“Yes?”

Oh, thank the gods, it’s you.

“Your Grace.”

“No, please. No titles.”

You try curtsey before me but I quickly draw you back up to your full height. You know you never have to be ceremonious with me, but I think you often forget. You may be my handmaiden, but I see you as my equal - you always have been.

My eyes pour over you and my heart fills with gratitude, admiration, and desire. You’re still wearing your gown from tonight’s banquet. The one to celebrate my arranged marriage to the Duke. It’s more ornate than your usual dress, but still quite modest compared to the various noblemen and women who attended.

You come to me and brush my hair from my shoulder. Your hands automatically encircle around my waist and I press our foreheads together. Your touch never fails to send sparks through me. We hold each other, simply enjoying our precious, short-lived time together.

“It must have been hard for you tonight. Watching me being wed to another...please, you must know how difficult it is for me to feign love for the Duke.”

“Of course, I know, my love.”

“You know there’s nothing in this world I want less than to marry him. He’s a perfectly fine man…and I must appear happy for the Duke, for the court. You know it’s always been you I want.”

“Shhh, it’s alright. We’re here, together, in this moment. Let us take peace in that.”

Your lips calm my racing heart. Damn this fate I’ve been born to. Damn the rules that say you and I can’t be together.

“Tonight was the first time I met him. Out in front of the entire court...it was dreadful. ”

“You are quite the actor. I don’t think anyone could tell what wicked thoughts were going through your head.”

“Wicked thoughts, indeed. I couldn’t stop thinking about you and those unspeakable things you did to me last night.”

I tuck a strand of silky hair behind your ear and slide my hands around your waist. Mm, the scent of you fills me with desire...

“Let’s not speak any more of my husband or my fate. I’d rather spend what time we have together…doing other things. ”

Your cheek grazes over mine, nuzzling into me until our lips finally meet. Your fingers trace over the ribbon laces of my bodice, slowly unravelling the bow at the top. We’ve spent the evening stealing glances from across the banquet hall. Brushing shoulders and grazing fingers every chance we got...

“I could hardly control myself tonight. Thinking of you…thinking of this... ”

I try not to think about the inevitability of our future, torn apart by betrothal and societal standards. Tonight is for showing you just how badly I hunger for your touch, how desperately I crave to feel your fingers deep inside of me. Your tongue slips between my lips and massages mine. Your lips are like velvet against mine, though there is desperate need behind your kiss. Your hands grip my hips, your nails digging into my skin as you pull me as close as we can possibly get to one another. We are like two halves attempting to become whole once more. You pull hard at the laces and my corset loosens. I yank at it while you pull my sleeves down my shoulders. Finally, my breasts are free. You turn your head to the side and expose your neck. I hungrily trail my kiss across your collarbone and up to your ear.

You lean forward and press your face into my breasts. I tip my head back and stare up at the ceiling as your lips enclose around each of my nipples. We maneuver to the bed and I pull you down onto it. You crawl up my body and I quickly shed my evening gown. I pull up your skirts and lift the dress up over your head. You collapse down onto me, your knees on either side of my hips. I slide my thigh between your legs and you grind down on my lap...I take a moment to admire your bare body as you pleasure yourself against me. Your eyes are wide and full of lust. You lean forward and wrap your hands around my wrists, playfully pinning me down to the bed. Oh my god, I love that little grin, that twinkle of mischief in your eyes. The sight of your teeth scraping across your lip. You’re wet between your legs and it’s spreading up and down across my thigh. I can feel the heat growing between both of our legs and it’s almost too much to bear. I sit up very suddenly, breaking your hold around my wrists, and flip our positions with you on your belly beneath me. I lay nearly atop you and slip my hand down the curve and swell of your ass.

You raise your ass up and give me room to stroke your wet, throbbing clit.

“Oh, oh my god…”

I massage your clit in slow circles, my hips bucking desperately against yours.

“You…are mine…as I am yours.”

I reach between my legs with my free hand and touch myself as I am touching you. I want us to feel our pleasure together, at the same time. You turn to your side and I mirror your movement. You slide your hand between my legs and push two fingers up inside me. My back arches into your touch, your hair tickling my skin as we pant like animals into each other’s mouths. Oh my god, you feel so good! Oh, my love. This…this is how we’re meant to be. Not pretending to be something we’re not. You pump your hand in and out of me, hard and slow. I am desperate to be filled by you...

I feel the warmth growing inside of me. The familiar pleasure unfurling as you bring me closer and closer to my climax. I push my fingers against your clit and caress it over and over again, as fast as I can manage. Your free hand tangles in my hair and pulls on the long strands.

“Yes… yes, darling.”

“Faster, faster, don’t stop!”

Your fingers slow their pumping inside me as you climax, but you never stop making love to me. As you regain your breath, you slip a third finger up inside of me and slide it in and out of me...I can’t…I can’t take much more. I wrap my arms tight around your neck and push your face into my breasts. You suddenly pull out of me and shift your attention to my clit.

“Oh, god. Oh, yes, yes. Right there, right there, keep going, please!”

My thighs are trembling. I’m going to finish. I’m going to finish now. Yes!

We lay facing one another, panting. Your warm breath tickles my face. You stroke the back of your finger over my flushed cheek, placing featherlight kisses over my swollen lips. My hazed eyes lock with yours. If this were any other night, I might just fall asleep right here in your arms. But this night...knowing it may be our last...I need to feel your pleasure again...

“Straddle me...straddle my face.”

I shift your thighs up around my ears, your pussy inches from my face. You look so powerful over me, like a goddess, as you lower yourself down onto my mouth.

You brace your hands on the bedrest, rocking your hips in rhythm with my tongue. I want to feel you release into my mouth. I want to taste your pleasure.

“Oh, god, yes! Yes!”

My hands slide up your hips, up to your breasts. You rock faster, my tongue working in tandem...

“That’s it, darling, just like that. Cum for me again, my love… ”

I lap up your sweet nectar, placing delicate kisses all over your pussy. You lower yourself down from the bedframe, panting, and collapse into my arms. We only have this moment.

“Stay with me tonight?”

You gaze up at me, propping yourself up on your elbow. It’s a dangerous request, but I would do anything to spend the night with you in my arms. Whatever happens tomorrow, we will always have this night. This love. You smile that crooked grin up at me and nestle your head against my chest. I wrap my arms around you and let my eyes slide shut.