Affair with the King

Part 16

The next two weeks went by excruciatingly slow for both Juan and Sarah. He did as she asked and laid with his wife every single one of those nights. His constant presence and Sarah's sad demeanor had convinced her that he had finally tired of Sarah and was ready to be a proper husband to her. She was sure the must have conceived now that she was the only one receiving his affections. She was happy as they made the return to Navarrese, convinced Juan was finally hers and that their prince was on his way. 

Juan, however, could not wait to leave Bravaro behind and be with Sarah once more. She had kept her word, giving him small tokens of affection when she could, but it wasn't enough. He had grown used to her constant presence and missed it terribly. He was irritable and out of sorts during the march back to Navarrese, angered by how slow the procession was. He had Manuel slip Sarah notes each evening, and savoured her replies. They were the only thing that sustained him during travel. 

Once they were home, though, he'd had enough. He told Caterina he would sleep in his own bed that night, alone, then went directly to Sarah's chambers. She was surprised when he entered, without knocking. She had not even had time to change from her riding clothes. 

"Enough of this madness!", he exclaimed, crossing the room and taking her in his arms. She offered no resistance as he crushed his lips against hers, kissing her hungrily. 

"My lord", she gasped, as his lips moved down to her neck.

He spun her around, ripping the laces from her bodice. She quickly gathered her skirts, presenting herself to him. He bent her over her chaise, rubbing one hand over her ass as the other tore his cock free from his pants. He entered her without warning, making her scream out in pleasure. 

He rammed into her over, and over, and over, both of them moaning loudly. Suddenly, he pulled her up to him, thrusting his tongue into her ear. "Never again, will you deny yourself from me".

"Never!", she cried, reaching behind them to grip the back of his head. 

He grunted with each thrust until he finally exploded into her, roaring like a lion who'd just made a kill. Knowing she had not found her release yet, he moved his hand between her legs. Still inside her, he played with her clit until her moans became louder, more high pitched. She came, screaming his name, a sound so sweet to him. 

He held her against him as she came down from her orgasm. When she had finally stilled, he withdrew from her and turned her in his arms. He kissed her, sweetly, professing his love for her. She simply laid her head against his chest, allowing him to hold her as long as he pleased.

After a few moments, she wryly said, "you've ruined my dress".

He laughed, heartily, scooping her into his arms, and carrying her to the bed and laying her down. "I shall buy you a new one". 

"Only if you promise to destroy that one in similar fashion", she teased, pulling him onto the bed beside her. 

They lay together, clothing in disarray, holding each other. 

"I have missed you terribly, Sarah. Please never ask me to stay away again". 

"Never", she promised. "I have missed you too". 

"Tell me", he said, bending his leg to remove his boot. She knelt, stopping him. She removed both boots, then motioned for him to sit so she could remove his shirt. When he laid back down, he stared at her, distracted by her exposed breasts the the mess he had made of her hair. 

She smiled, standing to remove her own clothing. She pulled on a nightdress then climbed back beside him. "Tell you what?".

"Oh, yes", he chuckled. "Tell me of the gossip now. Are you back in favour with your family?".

She laughed. "You have been incredibly cruel to me, Juan of Navarrese. Taking advantage of my naivety and then casting me aside without a second thought, broken hearted. You are an absolute scoundrel!".

He smiled widely, pulling her on top of him. "Have you not heard of my reputation? You should have known better than to get involved with the likes of me".

They both laughed, fighting each other for kisses. He rolled over so she was under him, holding her hand in his. He brought it to his lips, kissing it several times. 

She sighed happily, running her fingers through his hair. "If only they knew you as I do. You would have the reputation of a saint". 

"I much prefer one of a sinner", he said, raising his eyebrow at her, suggestively. 

She rolled her eyes, but laughed, pushing him off her. "Well, if you want to do any more sinning with me, you must feed me first. I'm starving!".

"As am I", he murmured, reaching for her.

She slapped his hand away, laughing. "Food first, my love. Then, you can feast on me as you wish". 

Not needing to be told twice, he hurried to the kitchen himself, grabbing whatever was in reach. 

"Juanchito?", Maria said, appearing in the doorway when hearing all the noise he was making. "Is that you?". 

He went to her, greeting her with much affection. When she asked what he was doing in the kitchen, why he hadn't sent a servant, he told her the woman he loved was hungry.

The same gossip that traveled the halls in Bravaro was also present in Navarrese. Maria knew of the lady in waiting who had captured Juan's heart. In Navarrese, however, it wasn't such a bad rumour. Juan was the people's prince. He had their hearts. And, so did whoever had his heart. Caterina had not left the impression Juan had advised her to leave, so this mystery woman, who had Juan in a cloud of happiness was welcomed by the Navarreseans.

Maria quickly fixed a platter of fruits, dried meats, breads, and cheese, handing it to Juan. "You will not impress her with that smorgasbord you were planning. This is more suitable for the queen of your heart".

"Queen of my heart", he repeated, smiling. "I rather like the sound of that!".

He accepted the platter, kissing Maria on the cheek and wishing her goodnight. He hurried back to Sarah's chambers, finding her, in bed, fast asleep. He smiled at her sleeping form. Discarding the food on a nearby table, he gathered a blanket from the end of the bed, carefully covering her. He removed the rest of his clothing, climbing in, beside her. He slid under the blanket, gathering her in his arms. She let out a content sigh and snuggled against him, but did not wake.