She turned on her heels, throwing a gentle “thank you” over her shoulder as she hastened back to her chambers.
The door had barely locked behind her before there were hands on her, pressing her back into the solid oak. His kiss was frantic, fingers clutching tightly to her gown.
She met him with a whimper, eyes fluttering shut as he held her so fully.
“You were gone so long.” He rasped against her lips, pressing kisses across the length of her jaw, down her throat. He sucked gently on her pulse point, teeth grazing her skin.
“N-No,” she shuttered, pushing half-heartedly against his chest. “No marks.”
With an unsatisfied rumble, he pulled back from her, eyes hooded and laced with desire.
“Lance,” she whispered as his hands slipped underneath her dress, caressing the skin on her hips, holding her to him. “You’ve got to stop,” but she was panting. She was breathless.
“I don’t think I do.” He growled, and she felt his lips upturn.
“They are drawing me a bath, you fool.” His teeth drug along her earlobe, while pawing her rear with a greedy touch. “Do you,” another nip, this one just below her jaw. “Do you want them to see you?”
“Yes,” he answered quickly, hips rutting against her, his erection pressing into her stomach. “Let them see. Let themknow.” He droppedto his knees before her, pushing the flimsy material of her dress out of his way. “Thisis my spiritual act of worship.”
In one fluid motion, he hiked her leg up over his shoulder, pressing slow, languid kisses across her thighs, higher… closer.
“There she is,” He chuckled, his breath warm and exciting as he drew nearer to her core. “So wet, so quick.”
His tongue danced along her center with only the lightest of pressure. “Tell me how much you missed me, my queen.” He breathed, adjusting his grip on her, kneading a handful of her ass in his hand.
“They’ll be here,” she gasped, pressing a hand against her mouth as his tongue brushed against her clit. “The bath, they’re coming.”
“Not before you do, Guinevere.”
His other hand clutched at her hip, steadying her against the door. “Tell me, woman.” His tongue darted against her once more, and she couldn’t help the way her hips bucked against him. “And I’ll let you fuck my mouth until you fall apart for me.”
“Lancelot,” a shutter wracked through her body, one hand anchoring herself in his hair. She was adrift, and he was the only beacon at sea.
He pulled back, removing all contact while she throbbed before him. “Tell me, Guinevere.”
“I missed you,” Panting. Spinning. “Like the flowers miss the rain.” She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see.
“More,” he growled, a single finger coming to circle her clit. “Give me more, my queen.”
“Like the grass misses the dew.”
His tongue, greedily lapping at her as she quivered before him.
“Like the moon misses the stars.” She was shamelessly grindingagainst his mouth, feeling the precipice rising inside of her.
“Good girl.” He whispered against her, removing his finger from her clit, and sucking the bud gently into his mouth.
One finger.
Two.
He teased a third, but -
Guinevere’s head fell back against the door, and his hand pressed firmly over her mouth, stifling the moan that escaped her.
Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes as she crested, nails scraping against his scalp. His fingers moved faster as she clenched around him, a groan drifting from his own mouth as she tipped over the edge.
Her orgasm lasted hours.
