A Royal Affair - Part IV
“Oh…” Leighton breathed out, her eyes skimming over every lavish inch of Blake’s home, as the blonde began leading her up the main staircase.
Blake paused on the steps, looking back to find the woman whose hand she was holding lightly, studying the exquisite décor around her in awe. She could not fight the smile that played on her lips, as she watched over Leighton’s delicate features, masked with curiosity.
“Not what you expected?” Blake quizzed, closing her fingers a little more tightly around the brunette’s.
Leighton seemed a bit taken aback when she turned her face to Blake’s, but while connecting with those smiling blue eyes, she was powerless to do anything but grin back playfully. “I suppose I really don’t know what to expect from you.”
Blake had to acknowledge the truth in Leighton’s flirtatious statement, and she huffed out a small laugh as she lowered her gaze to the marble floor in a shy fashion. Smiling in response to the blonde’s adorable coyness, Leighton completed two more highly polished steps. Bringing herself to stand on the same surface as Blake, she then placed her arms on her shoulders, leaning into her taller frame.
“Has my Marquess become modest over her grand schemes?” Leighton whispered slyly, tipping her head down to catch Blake’s eyes.
A crooked grin came over Blake’s mouth, and even before she felt fingertips slipping into her hair and making her blood run hot, she already knew her immediate answer. “Never!”
After Blake’s simple utterance, it was silently, yet mutually decided that enough words had passed between the two. Leighton let her head fall back to accept the lips that were beginning to descend upon her own, but then decided better of the action and suddenly caught Blake by her shoulders.
“Your parents?” Leighton’s brown eyes questioned her from under dark lashes, wanting to make sure their unusual affair was kept a secret.
“They are in Spain…and my brother, he is away on business.” Blake informed. Her characteristically coarse voice subtly hinted at the privacy surrounding them and an involuntary shiver ran through Leighton’s body as the hand at the small of her back smoothly glided to the middle of her spine, pulling her closer.
The brunette slowly nodded. Their gazes met intensely, and then Blake was nodding as well, whispering an alluring plea. “Let me take you to my room…”
Their frenzy of kisses nearly halted them in the corridors leading to Blake’s room, but after an uncertain amount of time the blonde had managed to steer them through her doorway.
Quickly pulling Leighton inside after her, Blake then pinned her against the door for the second time that evening. This time facing the brunette, so as she twisted her key in the lock and Leighton held the lapels of her coat, she could feel soft pants tickling the skin of her neck.
The key made a soft clinking sound as it fell onto the hardwood floor, but Blake’s hands were filled with Leighton’s hips and much too preoccupied to worry about the piece of metal keeping them securely trapped together. The blonde moved forward, kissing her way across pale shoulders, much like the way she was walking Leighton across the room.
Blake’s grip was assertive, although yielding to any plaints Leighton might have against her actions. But when the brunette tore her mouth away and effortlessly stepped back from Blake’s embrace - as she had not expected her to do - she almost wished that she had held her tighter.
Leighton’s quick breaths could still be heard as she turned away without saying anything at all, leaving Blake to awkwardly drop her hands, which had previously been traveling over the bodice of Leighton’s dress, at her sides. The tall blonde’s face fell, she was quite sure she knew what her petite escapee was thinking; second thoughts and doubts.
The heels of the brunette’s shoes echoed softly as she stepped forward in the silence, just now taking a moment to absorb her current location and clear her racing mind. Leighton let her hand flow over the back of one of the leather armchairs she was standing behind, striving to steady reality.
The come-hither facets of the room were nearly as seducing as their owner. Bright flames danced upwards from the white hot coals in the fireplace, glinting off the dark cherry wood of the furniture and casting sensual shadows over the room. In front of the hearth lied a tiger skin rug, the rich reddish orange hues on its striped coat being drawn out and complimented by the scarlet colored curtains framing the balcony doors.
The atmosphere was far too arousing, and did nothing to help Leighton think, so she lifted her hand from the chair and moved to stand at the doors, as Blake watched her intently. The frosted panes gave her fingertips a sudden jolt in temperature and the December air permeating the glass’ surface worked to tame the heat in her veins.
“What are we doing?” Leighton asked quietly, her palm gathering condensation as she turned to look over her shoulder, not quite meeting the blonde’s eyes, but anticipating her answer. Blake could see Leighton’s teeth sinking into her full lower lip and the unconscious action made it hard to compose a rational answer, when all she could think of was taking that lip between her own teeth.
“Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to not have your entire life planned out for you?” Blake spoke slowly as she crossed the room. Leighton turned toward her completely, slightly thrown off by the question, but willing to answer.
“It seems that I have wondered it every day…” Leighton’s voice became hushed as Blake approached her, and when a hand was held out to her, she completed the action, clasping their fingers together.
A soft, genuine smile spread over Blake’s face and she brushed her fingertips down Leighton’s cheek. The light caress smoothed away some of her apprehensions and the brunette let her eyelids slide shut, before leaning into the touch. “This is what it feels like. Let me show you.”
Brown eyes opened to Blake’s blue ones and moments later Leighton was nodding, her face still cradled in the blonde’s hand. Their lips sealed the understanding between them and started a fire that was burning towards something new.
Blake nibbled at and kissed the shell of Leighton’s ear, reveling in the breathy sighs whispering against her own and the hands pulling insistently at the back of her neck. The first few buttons at the back of Leighton’s dress slipped easily through their loops until Blake’s haste outweighed her patience, and then she abruptly turned the smaller woman around, hurriedly tearing at the closures. Leighton raised her arm and tangled her hand in tied back golden locks, searching to free it from its ribbon, while Blake switched between kissing her shoulders and opening her bodice.
After Blake had entirely parted the silky fabric, Leighton moved to face her again, abruptly stopping her dress from being tugged any further down.
“Wait…” Leighton’s short demand spilled from her lips, and if she hadn’t sounded so breathless and completely intoxicated with desire, Blake would have thought she was going to stop once more. Her hands caught the sides of the blonde’s neck and her eyes were blazing so intensely, that for a moment, Blake thought maybe she really had driven her to madness.
“I want to do something.”
She searched Leighton’s face, confused by her cryptic statement, but willing to do whatever she wished. “Anything…”
The answer made the brunette smile lightly as she grazed her thumbs along the underside of Blake’s jaw, before moving her hands back into her hair. The ribbon that she had been fumbling to take out only minutes before hung haphazardly onto the dark green material of the waistcoat Blake was wearing, slightly knotted from being yanked. Taking care to not pull at the long blonde tendrils, Leighton worked with her fingertips until the length of emerald colored silk loosely slipped into her hand.
As Leighton ran her fingers through her hair, shaking out the voluminous waves, Blake began to realize the purpose behind the action. This was the first time that the brunette would see her for who she truly was; no longer dressed in her brother’s clothing or faking mannerisms that were foreign to her. Blake couldn’t help but smile at that, recognizing the sweetness behind the gesture, which showed her where the brunette’s true interests lied.
“Marquesses wear entirely too much clothing.” Leighton suddenly whispered, beginning to unravel the bow and coils of material of Blake’s stock.
“That’s very true…” Blake replied, before placing her hands over Leighton’s and leaning down to press a chaste kiss to her lips.
The matching green stock slinked onto the floor, swiftly falling from the brunette’s hand, forgotten in her pursuit to begin unbuttoning the coat. Blake mused over the short amount of time in which Leighton undid the buttons, for it had taken her far longer to work through the vast number of small gold disks when she had dressed.
Blake continued kissing any random spots she could reach and awkwardly shrugged her jacket from her shoulders when Leighton hastily pushed it back. By her expression she was becoming frustrated with this long process of disrobing.
“Come here.” Blake murmured suddenly, taking the brunette’s wrist in her hand to lead her past the end tables and armchairs, so they stood in front of the fireplace. As they quickly strode across the room, Blake was untying the strings keeping the neck of her undershirt closed and bringing it up from where it was tucked into her breeches.
They came together in a heated kiss, one that stole their breath but rendered them powerless to part. Leighton slid her fingers beneath the thin shirt, making her release a moan against Blake’s lips as they splayed across hot skin. Something within her intensified at that second and soon she was clawing her way to the shirt’s hem, bunching it in her hands.
Drawing back suddenly, Leighton pulled the blonde’s lower lip sharply between her teeth. “I don’t want to wait any longer.”
The urging tone of the brunette’s voice did not go unnoticed and Blake was swiftly dipping her hands beneath the sapphire fabric of Leighton’s dress. As she pushed it down her hips, small hands were unbuckling the breeches at her waist, nails grazing her bare skin in the most delicious way. But when it became too difficult for Leighton to maneuver against Blake’s motion, she pushed at her shoulders; separating their bodies to rip the undershirt over her head.
The shirt landed over one of the chairs, having been purposely tossed during Leighton’s annoyance at having found the various lengths of binding wrapped around Blake’s chest. She tore at the cloth as the tall blonde attacked her neck, while trailing her hands up and down her corset, each time inching her dress a bit further down so she could step out of it.
Moments after Leighton was able to let the cloth fall away, Blake took matters into her own hands and rapidly kicked off her breeches before taking the smaller woman before her around the waist.
“Turn around!” Blake roughly commanded, not even giving a choice, but rather spinning her around by the corset lacing which was already tangled in her fingers, and then persisting in ripping it from its eyelets.
When the tight whalebone stays finally released, Leighton inhaled sharply, the combination of being able to freely draw breath and Blake falling to her knees, kissing her naked back making her gasp. Her body arched when she felt a warm tongue following the ridges that her corset had left behind, and fingertips holding her by the hips, keeping her in place.
After an uncertain amount of time soothing the red welts on Leighton’s skin and causing her eyelids to flutter shut, Blake slowly brought her around to face forward.
The brunette’s breathing was heavy and as she opened her eyes to take in the sight of Blake kneeling before her, she grasped bare shoulders to keep her body upright. If there was any doubt over Blake’s femininity, it was certainly disproved as she let her gaze trail over her perfect body. Flowing gold hair, soft skin, full breasts, dipped in waist, it all made for one very beautiful, very obvious woman.
“Men’s fashion surely does not do you justice.” Leighton said with a smirk, and watched with interest as Blake’s face and chest flushed a little.
Muscles quivered beneath flesh while Blake caressed from just under the brunette’s breasts to her belly button, studying her form appreciatively. “No fashion could do you justice.”
Their eyes connected in a cemented stare which conveyed the passion between them, until Blake lazily drew her tongue upwards along the sensitive skin below Leighton’s navel, and she had to let her eyes roll back from the intimate sensation.
As she let her tongue retrace its path, the kneeling woman explored delicate curves with her hands, and then gripped Leighton at her upper thighs, where the top bands of her stockings still adorned her legs. Blake ran her thumbs over the silk undergarments and noticed how they could not even come close to rivaling the satiny smoothness of Leighton’s skin, before beginning to peel them off.
If the feeling of silk and fingertips tracing down the entire measure of her inner thigh and calf wasn’t enough, then Blake’s moist lips and the tip of her nose following in their wake definitely was. Leighton couldn’t contain her whimpers of approval as the blonde moved back upwards, and then her open mouth switched to the opposite leg.
“Blake…” The shaky breaths escaping Leighton’s mouth could be heard throughout the room, accompanied by the snaps and cracks of the fire burning beside them.
“Hmm?” Blake hummed against bare flesh, moving dangerously higher after having removed the second stocking. The vibrations from her lips startled the brunette’s body, and a hand was frantically woven through her hair to stay balanced.
Smoothing her palm over Leighton’s hipbone, Blake softly whispered to her. “Lie down…”
The sight of Leighton lying on the soft exotic fur, smiling softly with her dark hair blending and contrasting with the black and orange bands of color, was extremely overwhelming to Blake. She had always thought herself to be quite daring and persuasive, but never so much as to find the daughter of a prominent Baron lying on her bedroom floor, readily waiting to be ravished. Though she wanted to savor the view of the perfect and shapely body before her, she swiftly seared the image into her memory and then settled herself over Leighton, resting her hips between parted thighs.
Their bodies melted together, the flames warming their skin as Blake took the brunette’s pouted lips in a rough kiss. Hands found the back of Blake’s neck, and the blonde’s fingers gripped Leighton’s jaw, keeping her head in place as their tongues plundered against each other. Soon the feeling of the writhing woman beneath her was no longer enough and Blake found herself nipping the tongue and lips she was so feverishly kissing, just to hear the needy moans it elicited.
“Blake!” Leighton’s breathy utterance forced Blake to drag her teeth from her neck.
“What?” Blake asked playfully, a self-satisfied smirk showing on her lips as she looked down, her long hair curtaining the sides of her face. She knew exactly why the brunette was gasping her name.
Not being able to find an answer to the blonde’s smart question, Leighton squeezed her eyes shut and tossed her head back and forth. She didn’t feel much like talking anymore. Blake was silver tongued with her words, but she was even better without them.
Blake nearly purred as she suctioned her mouth to the brunette’s skin again, moving lower after seeing her captivated reaction and wanting to cause more. Her hands skimmed over Leighton’s toned stomach, gliding upward to brush the undersides of her breasts before taking a hardened nipple into her mouth.
A sudden hiss snaked its way through the room and this time it wasn’t a background noise from the smoldering fire. Hands clasped over Blake’s and she allowed them to grip into hers for a few short seconds before slowly pinning them down to the tiger fur. Her lips sucked and her tongue rolled against heated flesh, occasionally breaking the contact to cool the area with her breath.
Once she was satisfied that she had given the first breast its deserved amount of attention, Blake grazed her teeth to the other side, giving an unexpected nip which caused Leighton’s chest to heave against her mouth.
Leighton was trying not to appear wantonly desperate, but as long as Blake’s legs were tangled within her own and her mouth was latched onto her flesh, there was nothing she could do but flex her fingernails into the hands holding her down. She basked in the sensation of the blonde worshipping her breasts, until finally, Blake began descending even lower.
As Blake kissed down the midline of her stomach muscles, she brought the brunette’s hands up from the floor and then placed them over the back of her neck. She had a strong feeling that Leighton would be holding tightly to her in a moment, if her already shallow breathing was any indication.
Blake started slowly at first, kissing between Leighton’s hipbones before tonguing her way down to the juncture of her thighs, urged on by the steady whimpers reaching her ears. The tip of her wet tongue was moving daringly close to the place where the brunette needed and wanted her the most, but she drew out her teasing instead, taking her time as she placed open mouthed kisses to silky thighs.
When the blonde’s tongue finally traced along the brunette’s center, slipping through warm wetness in a languid manner, Leighton audibly sucked in her breath and clawed her nails into whatever skin she could find.
“Mmm…” Blake moaned from the stinging pain, it was the best she had ever felt, just as having her tongue between Leighton’s thighs was the best she had ever tasted.
Blonde hair was spilling onto wildly arching hips, and as Blake continued her expert actions, she had to grab Leighton’s waist to keep her still as she delved her tongue deeper.
“Oh God!”
The impulsive exclamation made Blake’s mouth spread into a sly grin and she stopped for a small fraction of time before deliberately dipping her tongue in and out, varying the rhythm and pressure as she went. Soon there weren’t any coherent thoughts to be formed in Leighton’s mind and all she was left with were quivering gasps and moans of encouragement.
While Leighton proceeded to sweat in the firelight, Blake continued to work wicked sins against her flesh. Until eventually, the brunette was coming undone, her sharp moans advancing into a crescendo before dying off to heavy pants. Her bent legs fell to the sides in exhaustion and the blonde held them in her hands, guiding them back to the floor before dropping her face to Leighton’s stomach.
As she tried to catch her breath, Blake could feel the slightly shaky muscles beneath her cheek and the rapid heartbeat under her ear. Leighton had her fingers raveled in Blake’s hair, and even while inhaling deeply she could hardly slow down her uneven breaths.
“That was…” Leighton attempted to speak, and paused to draw another breath before finishing whispering to Blake, “So…so good.”
Smiling widely, Blake swooped down to join their lips in a kiss and ran the pad of her thumb over Leighton’s flushed cheek, satisfied with the hot temperature.
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, because I intend on doing it over and over again tonight.” Blake murmured sexily, and a light whimper escaped the brunette’s lips after she had turned her head into the blonde’s chest.
There is the first half of their night together! Don’t worry, they still have a lot more to do! Thanks for reading!