Chapter 149 - The Queen Of Polis (2)
The light fabric of the gown didn't prevent me from imagining her shapes.
Her slim figure and round hips. Her flat stomach and perfectly rounded breasts.
My hand landed on her back, itching to move. But I still knew that I wasn't allowed to touch a Queen like that.
It took me a whole minute to summon the courage to move the hand down, unnoticed by the Queen. She was too focused on the kiss.
Her fingers were on my cheeks, and her chest was moving up and down with haste. Her nipples were visible under the dress, so much that I wanted to pinch them and see her reaction.
Stopping myself from biting the Queen turned out to be a tough challenge, but I managed to keep my instincts contained.
When we split, both of us were short of breath.
This Queen doesn't dislike bed duties,? she exclaimed with a smile.
I clenched my fists to resist the urge to grab her and show her what bed duties truly were.
This is just the first step, your majesty.?
Her cheeks turned red, and she giggled nervously.
Sure, I know that,? she stuttered.
Her harmless expression was so innocent. She played with her fingers, embarrassed.
May I continue?? I asked before kissing her neck.
Her clumsy approval, a short and shy nod, made me chuckle. I didn't have one iota of previous experiences, yet that innocent girl was making me feel like an expert. Just a couple of boys' talks made me feel so knowledgeable in comparison to that shy lady.
However, all I knew was about what sex meant, and when it could be considered done. All the rest: the kisses, the caresses, the excitement of slowly undressing each other... It was all unknown.
Might I take your gown off, your majesty??
You might,? she said and lifted her arms, helping me in the process.
Her naked body was simply spectacular. Her white skin was crossed by shadows, at the light of the candles. Her hair flew on her back, with curls that resembled the waves of the sea.
Her eyes were clouded, a sign of her excitement.
And you?? she asked, then. ?You keep your clothes??
I just grinned and teased her.
My brain wasn't working properly. My head wasn't scared of being removed from the rest of my body.
I was waiting for your majesty to undress me,? I stated.
She covered her mouth with her hands to hide a giggle, but she soon moved them away and revealed her nervous smirk.
She had to use those hands to unfasten the buttons of my shirt.
It took her quite some time. I guess that undoing your own buttons is easier than undressing someone else.
Meanwhile, my eyes were captured by her breasts, naked and of such a succulent shape. Just the size of my hand.
I waited so much before cupping one, movement that made the Queen wince.
It was worth dying for, so I didn't retreat. I squeezed, amazed by her soft bosom. Her hard nipple tickled my palm, while her mouth formed the shape of an o. I couldn't resist but kiss her again.
I used my tongue to split her lips, and I wondered whether I could use it to feel her insides.
Her teeth stopped the first try, but she allowed me after a second attempt. She closed her eyes and clenched her fists.
At that same moment, I retreated. It wasn't right. She didn't have to just bear with anything I was going to do.
It was unfair, right? And also, dangerous.
There was a part of me that wanted to kiss her until suffocation, bite her soft skin until leaving marks and hearing soft moans.
It was a little terrifying, but it was in check. I wasn't crazy enough to follow my instincts.
A Queen is to be treated with care, and mine was even more delicate with her guard down.
Just tell me if you don't feel comfortable, your majesty,? I pointed out, a vein of annoyance in my tone.
She was just accepting everything without knowing how dark my desires were.
All right,? she nodded, but she didn't add anything else.
I wasn't allowed to tease her until complete surrender, just to hear her complain. That was forbidden, wasn't it?
I returned to kiss her, settled on finishing the work at once. It would have taken us forever to reach the main point.
Too bad that I lost myself in all those emotions.
Her body was so soft, and her skin silken. Her fruity aroma made me feel dizzy, and her hair tickled me when she moved her head.
I pressed her down on the mattress, and we landed in a weird position. Moving my weight on my elbows, I let her free her legs. She split them and let me position in between, in the most comfortable place of them all.
After barely another minute of kissing, she folded her knees and surrounded my hips with her long legs. Her ankles crossed on my back, pressing my bottom with their hold.
I just caressed her thigh and tried moving them up. Luckily, the Queen didn't complain and just adjusted to a new position. She let me guide her completely.
Her trust was so attractive that I ended up staring at her curious expression for more than what was appropriate.
If Queen Theodora was a virgin, I couldn't hurry. It was the only thing I knew about sex: that women hurt and bleed, and complain a lot, judging from my friends' stories.
First of all, I had to wait until she was ready. And that could have meant also teasing her with fingers, rubbing her clit, or sucking her breasts.
I didn't know which one of those actions was the first to be performed. Nor if I needed all three to reach the goal.
I would have started with the one that was tickling my curiosity the most: touching.
I wanted to discover how women were between their legs.
Even if our bodies were tightly entwined, I managed to reach her core. My forefinger touched around, passing by the soft hair and reaching a burning place. It was hot, and it became wet after a couple of circular movements.
I was just touching randomly, without even knowing the shape of that thing. Still, the Queen lifted her brows and gripped my shoulders. She bit her lower lip and split, even more, her legs, showing me with her body what her voice was so proficient at hiding.
She liked it. Which meant I was entitled to continue.
Her lungs left out some air when I pressed on her clit, and she complained in a low voice.
I retreated my fingers, surprised by the reaction.
That part wasn't supposed to hurt! It wasn't time yet!
Don't be this rough,? she pouted.
Seeing that I've stopped any activity, she accompanied my hand between her legs. She lay back, settling between the sheets.
I rubbed her clit again, this time delicately. Her sigh showed me the right path, and I kept my hand light for the rest of the time. I would have to look for the perfect pressure, someday in the future.
When my fingers were soaked with her juices, and my erection started pulsing from the long waiting, I decided to end things.
The Queen didn't oppose, so I slowly entered her core. It took me forever to reach the end, but it was worth it. It was hot, wet, and the most comfortable place in the world.
My wife just stiffened her muscles for a moment.
Does it hurt??
No,? she whispered. ?But it's so odd...?
May I continue??
Oh, yes,? she nodded.
The first trust was delicate, slow. I was just probing how much my wife would suffer, but her face didn't show any kind of discomfort.
She wasn't screaming in pleasure and begging for more, but she wasn't crying and bleeding either.
I trusted again, and my body was crossed by sudden electricity. All my blood rushed down, and my brain stopped working for a second or two.
At the next trust, that feeling intensified. So much that at the third I reached the first climax of my life.
It lasted shortly, just the time to release my semen and notice that my wife hasn't been blessed by the same experience.
It was my first time, but it had definitely been a failure.
My Queen didn't complain by the early end. She lied on the side and folded an arm under her head.
This Queen doesn't dislike this,? she stated before closing her eyes for sleep.
I didn't know if she was teasing or trying to comfort me. However, her candid admission made me want to grab her again, press her down on the mattress and start again.
Too bad that I was tired. And also in a lower position than the woman sleeping by my side without a single worry.
Overexerting Queens might have been illegal. And my self-esteem couldn't afford another failure.
I decided to try again to please the Queen only the night after. A single poor figure was enough to call it a day.
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