The Reason for Marriage - Chapter 5.2 (18+)

Iveca frowned. She was more than clever enough to know what was happening right now, that was why she explained the exact procedure with the information written in the book from the Bureau library. It was Daniel who seemed to be sweating and struggling to understand what was happening. 

“I read a book,” she said calmly, “so I have a good idea how this works.”

Daniel took his turn to frown slightly. “There are other factors….” 

“I was told that the blood vessels of a man’s manhood swell up before s*xual intercourse. Has that already happened?” she asked.

“Iveca…”

Without changing her expression, Iveca carried on.

“… I heard that it feels good.”

“Did you? From a book, or…”

She didn’t answer. Instead, the voices of the maids in the Esselburn estate came flooding back to her, salacious and snidely.  

‘The Countess loves to play around with men, you know. The Count has been away for three months already, how can she stand it?’

‘That stable man is quite handsome, isn’t he? And that body… I might try it while my husband is away in the countryside. It must feel so good…’

Iveca tried to stop her thoughts, her trembling breath running wild from her mouth. For an ordinary marital obligation, this was all more complicated than she would have imagined when she read that book.

Daniel’s expression had changed. It was softer – the confusion had gone out of it, and been replaced by something Iveca didn’t quite recognize.

“Iveca.”

“Yes?”

He sat on the bed next to her, his hand reaching out. When it met her he moved it to the nape of her neck, caressing the skin softly. He used his other hand to move himself across the bed towards her.

“Don’t be nervous.”

He lay down beside her, his breath ragged as her own now. Turning to face her, he whispered affectionately, reassuring her with his blue eyes. Iveca began to feel very warm.

“If something happens that you don’t like, or it hurts, please tell me, okay?”

Iveca realized that now was the first time he had truly shown a side of himself that could be called vulnerable. Combined with him asking her preferences, telling her he would adjust if she needed it… her heart suddenly felt fuller than it had before. His lips approached hers and she made no attempt to avoid it. It was strange and soft and made her feel breathless, but all she knew was how right it felt. His hand moved from her neck to her waist, touching as much as it could on the way. As they kissed she could feel restraint behind his movements, as he was holding back the urgency. 

Before she knew it, the dressing gown was being loosened under his fingers. For a moment she felt a pang of shame at her nakedness, feeling her position was far too awkward for the King to enjoy. But while she shuddered in shame, he slowly removed his own clothes, and the temperature between them rose even further. Two naked bodies overlapped without any barriers. As the movement of his tongue that filled her mouth gradually got rougher, she pulled away. He smiled at her.

“I think you were right. This will feel very good.”

It was a relaxed tone, but the smile on his face was already vanishing. One of his hands met hers, pressing it down into the bedsheets, and his other hand moved to her mounds. Taking a firmer grip on her, his mouth moved to her neck and the kissing continued there. 

“Ah, wait…” She whispered in a low voice, while his fingers circled lightly near her hardened peaks.

“I’ll do it slower…”

She groaned, not only out of lust but out of a slight embarrassment as his lips moved from her neck to her collarbone. Every bit of pressure was gentle, but just enough to be felt all the way through her. Eventually, his mouth made it to her mounds, his hot breath on her n*pple enough to make her tremble all the way down to her waist. His tongue, which slightly released and then sucked back the peaks, was soft and slow, tantalizing, her tightly entangled body could not retreat.

It was a distant feeling that was difficult to explain. Her whole mind was focusing on the tip of his tongue, which was licking her slowly and pressing hard on her n*pple again. As she gasped, she realized that no book could have taught her this pleasure. She couldn’t help but let the groan come out even after she tried to roll up the sheet tightly under her fingers.

“Ahh…”

Iveca put her hand into the small of Daniel’s back, feeling his tightly woven back muscles, which tensed with the exertion of his restraint. As she did, the hand that was playing with her mounds moved down to the heat that was radiating from her thighs. She noted that she had pressed her legs together at some point without even realizing. 

“Open your legs for me, Iveca…” Daniel murmured, and she needed no more invitation. His tongue began to journey down her body, l!cking and kissing along her ribs. Buried in sheets, she had nowhere to escape. Her senses reacted to each of his slow movements in a way that made her dizzy, and the heat from between her legs seemed to be spreading throughout her whole body with every touch from him.