ROMANCE: Romantic Comedy: Love in 30 Days - The Best Plans Don't Always Work! (Plus 19 FREE Books Book 13) (37 page)

She put her head back and made sure she rubbed his head against the perfect spot inside of her. He moved his body, though, so that she was about to be riding him. She grazed his dick against her labia and he felt a shiver go up his spine. He knew he could cum soon. But, he wanted to hold back, until she had gotten off completely.

His hunger for her was deep as she pushed herself up and down on his dick. She ground into him so that her clit was rubbing against his lower abs as it moved. His dick felt so good as it exited and entered her while she bounced atop him.

He twirled his dick inside of her by moving it with his hand at the base of the shaft and she felt him at all angles.

"Does it feel good?" he asked.

"More than anything," she said, groaning as she did.

"Yeah?" he said. "I like that."

She could feel the awesome sensation of having her vagina filled with him and she pounded down on him in order to get him deeper and deeper, still.

She put her feet up on both of his thighs as her leg  wrapped around to either side of his hips. He moved his hand and she went all of the way down on his dick, then all the way up again, only to go down on it again. She slid against his dick with the wetness of the inner parts of her body. She pushed all of the way down one last time and pulsed up and down gently on his dick.

Her hips loosened and she rolled from one side to another and she dipped her shoulder down to kiss him on the ear. She moved her head up and pecked him with a kiss everywhere on his neck and face. Then she moved her butt and hips up and down on him. She moved with a steady rhythm and he saw her mass of butt push up and down on top of him. He held on to he butt and squeezed them, feeling the mass of them move in his hands.

"I want to go further inside of you," he said, pushing into her with added excitement ad fervor.

"Oh," she said in a breath, "I know the feeling."

"Oh yeah?" he asked.

She nodded and he smiled, then used her butt as a leverage point while he held it to go further and further into her. She nearly stopped moving as he pulsed in and out of her. He pushed deep into her quickly and she felt like it was hitting her favorite pleasure spot. It was like nothing else she had ever felt.

He slowed his rhythm eventually and they both pulsed into one another. They kept up moving into one another .

"It feels like I'm having some totally new experience," she said.

"What do you mean?"

"With you, it's like I'm always having it for the very first time."

"You feel like a virgin?"

"I do," she said.

"I like that," Luke replied.

"I want to feel like you could get me pregnant," she said.

"I want to get you pregnant," he whispered lowly.

She leaned towards him and said into his ear, "Want to start a family with me?"

"I would love to," he said back.

"We could have some kids, do you want that?"

"Do I?" he asked. "Uh huh. I want to get you pregnant with this cum of mine."

"Yeah," he said as he grabbed her butt cheeks, pumped into her more than he had yet done, then finally pushed into her for the last time moments after he had started. He had slowed, then stopped completely. He had finished inside of her. As they exited, he saw hot, thick ropes of cum had exited where their genitals had met. He had never cum that much in his entire life.

"I loved that," she said, leaning down to kiss him.

"Me too. I love you," he said, holding her in his arms.

They lay together on the ground, then got up promptly and moved to be able to fix their clothing and put everything in the right place. They nodded to each other with giggles on their faces.

"We got away with it," she whispered.

"That we did," he said ecstatically.

"How do you think we'll keep up like this?"

"For quite some time," Luke said.

And keep up with it, they did. For a couple of weeks, their hiding places grew better and they were able to meet each other a few times a day. They no longer needed to meet at the market. She left to take care of her parents at night and came back every morning in a fresh, new dress. He admired the way she kept herself. He hadn't know that the tribulations of life that she and many others had faced even existed, but he had learned that they did. And he had learned that it was hard to rise above them. There was something in him that now knew he was not above anybody, not even in class. Nobody was. He knew everybody to be equals and human beings.

"I want to take you on an adventure today," he told in the hallway from his rooms on day. "I cannot be seen with you, but meet me somewhere today."

"Where?" she asked.

"In the stables."

"I can meet you there," she told him. "But, it's lower than I've ever gone."

"It is?"

"Yes," she said. I've never even been to the lower bottoms."

"No?"

"Aye," she said.

"Then this will be an adventure indeed."

"After dinner tonight?"

"No, much earlier. After lunch?" he asked.

She nodded and went back to her work after they looked about themselves then kissed. He went back to his rooms.

His wife looked up.

She asked, "What of that?"

"What of it?"

"Leaving the room when the maid comes around."

"I want to get fresh air. Whenever she comes, it reminds me of that."

"Then invite me on one of your walks. I am your fiancee and I want to start being treated like one."

"I can do that, I can."

"Then prove it to me."

"How, my sweet?"

"Prove it to me by spending the day doing things with me."

"We do do things," he said.

"Like what, read while I sew?" she asked.

"Yes, that is one of the things."

"That is not enough for me," she said.

His wife, Arleen, was furious, now.

"Tell me that you will," she said.

"I will, I will."

"Take me on a walk around the castle, then lunch with me and the ladies of the court."

"Do all of that?"

"And a carriage ride after lunch."

"After lunch?" he asked, dumbfounded. How would he see Harper, now?

"After lunch, yes. And for dinner we'll eat in the hall with the ladies and gentlemen of the court."

"You know I choose not to dine with them."

"And why is that?"

"The pretentiousness," he told her.

"The pretentiousness of it!" she exclaimed.

"I would rather not do any of that," he said haughtily.

"I would rather we not marry, then," she said.

He breathed in heavily. His family needed this marriage. The prince needed this marriage. He didn't need it, though.

"Is that how you feel?"

"Yes, no," she said. "Oh, no."

She burst into tears and walked forward. She let herself fall into his arms and he grasped her, then moved slowly towards the bed and sat them both down.

"Are you fine, my sweet?"

Arleen lunged into the bed and wailed, "No, not near!"

"Not near," he said. "Well, that's no good."

"I don't care what is good and not," she said.

"Then you won't care that I do want to be married to you?"

"I thought you wanting to was not up for debate," she told him.

"No," he said, flustered, "of course not."

"Well, if it helps, I don't mean what I said."

"It's crazy," he said. "Not getting married."

"Yes, and our families need this so much," she said.

"And the Prince Regent," he reminded her.

She nodded and said. "And the Prince Regent."

"It secures too many things."

"Oh, yes," she said.

He patted her head and soon she was off the bed sitting up.

"I have fits sometimes."

"I didn't know," he said.

"Yes, well that's because you're never around."

"I am too around."

"Always at polo," she said. She still hadn't had a clue about the way he went to the markets instead.

"Polo," he said idly.

"Always at polo," she repeated, "and never with me."

"Do I always need to be around?" she asked.

"Well, it helps."

"Then I will try my best."

"Please, do."

"But, today, of all days?" he said pleadingly.

"Why, what?"

He said nothing, thinking about his plans with Harper.

"Well?"

"Questioning me like this. It's worse than being tortured. I bid you good day," he said.

"Good day?"

"Farewell to thee," he said.

"Well, why?"

"Because you hound me and a day spent with you is another day of being hounded after."

Arleen was furious, "She threw her sewing kit at him and he backed away, hand up in the air.

He grabbed his petticoat and threw on another layer over his vest and white shirt. He put tall boots on and left the room while she looked still quite infuriated.

"I'm going to be okay," he told himself as he walked the halls. He made his way all the way to the stables quickly as he thought. He thought about the choices he had in front of him and the decisions he would have to make.

What if the Prince Regent chose to let his family cut him off and disown him for marrying below his class, he wondered. What he would do then, he didn't know.

When he got to the stables, the manager said to him, "Why haven't I seen you around very much lately?"

"I, uh," he fumbled for words, "got caught up in things."

"Well, that's always going to happen, no real way around it."

"Truly," Luke responded.

"Would you know any bottom dwellers?"

"The what?"

The manager, Ben, said, "You know, the people that live above the lower bottoms. The bottoms. Where servants and peasants live."

"I know of one, aye," he said. "Why do you ask?"

"I need some help around the stable and I need someone to work for me," he said.

"I'll tell you what," Luke said nervously, "I'll tell anybody I see on my way up about your offer."

"Thanks." Ben asked, "Playing polo?"

"No, tacking up two horses for a ride along the hillside."

"Sounds lovely," he said.

"It will be," Luke said, nervous that Ben knew he was in an arranged marriage. He didn't think he did and the other people playing didn't know him at all. He was lucky and didn't want anyone noticing that he wasn't doing the normal routine of his.

He tacked the horses up and waited a few minutes for Harper.

She was all full of sunshine when she appeared behind the stable door. He saw her and his face lit up. She was wearing her best dress and had her hair pulled back. She looked just as much of a royal as he was.

She came up to him and did a small curtsy, as was customary. He was happy to help her up onto her seat and they rode off.

He first said, once they were out of earshot of the people milling about the stables, "I love you very much, Harper."

"And I believe I have fallen in love with you," she told him.

"This makes me over joyous."

"Over the moon," she told him.

"Yes, it is." He wanted to know, "Are you okay with your new job?"

"Why is that?"

"It is because, well, I have a confession to make."

"And what is that?"

"I am... I am arranged to be married."

"Married?" she asked while they sped to a trot. "To be what?"

"To be married, but not for a year from now," he told her.

"But you will?"

"I will not," he said.

She was steadfast in her responses, "And do you love there, too?"

"I do not," he said earnestly.

"Then I do believe you," Harper said, relived that she could. They slowed to a walk and their horses kept them close together while they talked.

He was full of excitement as he said, "I'll ask the stable manager for a job, and come live with you, if you'll have me."

"Why is that? The answer is yes, but I'd like to know why."

"Oh, the thing is that the arranged marriages are done so strategically and it helps the royal and noblemen like me to establish good relations together. But if I opt out and marry for love, my family may disown me, as well as the Prince Regent."

"Oh, that's terrible," she said.