Chapter 11

Victoria was glad that she finally felt no movement under her.
Two days she had been riding a horse. Yesterday, later than planned, she and Diego had left shortly before noon.
Zorro had been needed, and Diego wanted to create the illusion that Zorro was near Los Angeles and helping Diego had already left.
Victoria hardly ever left Los Angeles. When she did leave the pueblo, she always combined it by stocking up on supplies and using her cart, a more comfortable way to travel.

She and Diego were now in Santa Barbara to discuss business with the de la Vega's lawyer and settle her business interest in the tavern.
The last time Victoria had been so far from home was when she had travelled to the devil fortress in the hope to get her father out of jail. It felt like centuries ago.

Late in the evening, they arrived at the monastery Diego wished to spend the night, halfway down the road to Santa Barbara.
Victoria had slept in one of the two small female sleeping cells, and Diego had slept with the other male travellers in a shared dormitory.
It was the second night since their marriage they had slept apart, and she had not liked it at all.

Before sunrise, they had left the monastery and continued the ride to Santa Barbara. They were about 12 miles outside Santa Barbara when Diego's horse had lost a shoe.
It so happened they were near a small settlement where there was a blacksmith.
The blacksmith, his wife, had invited them for lunch, and the blacksmith had fitted the horse with a new shoe.

When Victoria and Diego arrived in Santa Barbara, it was already late in the afternoon. Unfortunately, the tavern where Diego usually stayed in Santa Barbara had no rooms good man running the tavern had recommended another to Diego. They were lucky enough to book the last room available.
The food served for dinner was good.
Although, in all modesty, Victoria felt that the chilli served was no match for her recipe.

The room was clean but almost smaller than their bed in the de la Vega hacienda. The only furniture in the room was a narrow French bed and a chair, which had its best days ages ago. The bed stood against the outside wall and had a small window overlooking the stables with a dung heap next to it. The door could not be opened all the way because then you would bump into the bed.
Against the opposite wall stood the chair wedged between the bed and a built-in cupboard with two shelves.

"It's only for one night," Diego reassured her when Victoria had a slightly disappointed expression on her face.

Victoria hugged him and said. "At least we're together. Looks like it is going to be a bit cramped." She looked over her shoulder at the bed, which was not only narrow but also shorter than a regular bed. Diego would not even be able to stretch his legs at full length.

"That's big a plus." He assured her as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Both wanted to spend the night in the other arms. They had gone to bed early and were now listening to the sounds coming from the ground floor, reaching the room where they were staying.
Men's voices grew louder as the drink flowed more abundantly, chair legs scraped across a wooden floor. A banging was caused by whoever was busy cooking and washing the dishes. There was a soft whinnying sound from the horses in the stable and a cow mooing loudly. This was probably because she was waiting to get milked. All these sounds seemed to gather in the confines of the small room.

Diego lay spoon-fed against Victoria. She felt his moustache caressing her shoulders, it tickled her skin, and she loved the feeling.

Diego whispered against her shoulder blade. "On the way back, we'll look for an abandoned barn or something. I refuse to sleep in that monastery again, for anything." Diego kissed her neckline and let his tongue slide along her neck to the spot behind her ear, sensitive to his touch.
It seemed so simple, make a trip to Santa Barbara and take Victoria with him to settle their affairs.
Should Diego known in advance, he would never have suggested it.

Last night he had slept in a large hall on a bed whose mattress at best was to compare to a wooden floorboard, among seven other men. One snoring even louder than the other. Diego had a tough time trying to sleep, as he envisioned what it would be like to spend the night with his wife camping down the road. He had insisted on giving her a proper place to sleep and regretted every second of that stupid decision.

All day long, he had been looking forward to holding Victoria close to him again. Diego had hoped, after arriving in Santa Barbara, neither would be too tired to make long and slowly love. Here they were, he wasn't too tired, and Victoria was more than willing. But lovemaking, not a chance.
The only advantage of the darn bed was it was so narrow, making it impossible to lay more than half an inch away from Victoria.
Other than that? It was worse than sleeping in the monastery.

As soon as you did more than breathe, the bed creaked so loudly that Diego feared the innkeeper would burst in any moment, demanding to know why they were tearing his place apart.
Victoria lay close to him, and it felt wonderful to feel her back against his chest, her bud against his intimate part. Diego had one arm firmly around her waist, and the other hand roamed over the soft curves of her beautiful body. Would there ever come a day he had enough of her? He believed it to be much unlikely.
Victoria moved her leg and ran one foot over Diego's calf. He grunted and licked her shoulder blade. They had barely moved, and the bed creaked in protest.

His hand slid over her waist and pulled her tighter against him. The movement caused an even louder creaking sound. Victoria giggled. Should they want to do anything, they had to be very quiet.
The sounds coming up from downstairs left no doubt, any sound they produced louder than a whisper, was heard downstairs and in the other rooms as well.
Victoria felt how aroused Diego was, and as for him, she had been looking forward to spending the night with Diego all day long.

The hand that had just been around her waist slid down.
Longing for his touch, she lifted one leg and stretched the other. Victoria opened her legs wide enough to let his fingers find their way between her legs.
Long fingers slid gently over that spot that longed for his attention.
Diego stroked her, felt how much she desired him, and her body began to respond. He slipped a finger inside her. Victoria sighed and tilted her pelvis, allowing him a better entrance.
At the same time, his other hand had found a nipple and played it between his fingers. Victoria twisted her head in the pillow to muffle her screams down.
She should not have done that.

The loud cracking sound made by the bed caused by this simple movement almost echoed through the room, both froze for a moment.

Carefully, Victoria reached up and slid her arm around his neck, leaning her head back against the hollow of his shoulder. Diego moved his hips against her bud, stiffened again at the sound of a deafening creak.

Diego let out a frustrated growl. "The walls here are as thin as paper, and this bed creaks even when we do not move."

Victoria looked around dejectedly. Surely, something had to work?
Disappointed, she let out a low cry of frustration and was not planning on giving up so easily. She had an idea what might work. Her eye fell on the only other piece of furniture in the small room. "Diego, that chair. Come."

"That thing is never going to hold us," Diego growled in frustration. "It had its best days over twenty years ago."

Victoria pushed his arm away and tried to get up without the bed protesting, in vain. Diego followed more cautiously, and though the crackling was despite his heavier weight slightly less, it must still have been audible throughout the inn.

Victoria stared at the chair and hated to admit Diego was right. The chair was not strong enough to support the weight of both of them. She wondered whether it could only serve as a support point. Victoria moved the chair till the back was against the wall. She leaned all her weight on the armrests and pushed the chair back and forwards a few times.
No sound got heard, and it felt solid enough.

Victoria glared over her shoulder. "It will do," She assured Diego.

Diego came up behind her and examined her idea. "Are you sure you want this?"

He felt himself getting more turned on by the mere idea. Victoria looked very tempting with her behind perky in the air. Her breasts moved freely, and the hard points of her nipples pointed downward.

Victoria looked at the bed, then at Diego, who stood behind her in Adam costume, fully erect. "Very sure." She told him.

Diego came closer and let his hands slide over her lower back.
Victoria wiggled her hips.
His fingers slid over her buttocks, lower and lower between her legs to find the curls and folds.
Diego felt she was indeed moist and so ready to make his.
Victoria was almost a foot shorter than he was to get to a comfortable height and more stability, Diego spread his legs.

Too careful, too slow, not nearly deep enough for her liking, Victoria felt Diego slide into her.
"I am fine," she whispered.

Diego slid a little deeper into her, causing Victoria to moan. Taking it as a sign of approval, he picked up the pace a bit, careful not to force anything.
Victoria had surrendered herself to him. Her hands resting on the armrests, she had no way to stop him and was at his will.
She sucked in a hiss of fresh air as Diego slowly slid further inside her and gave three more fierce thrusts.
He heard her softly moan with pleasure, Victoria felt so nice he had to clench his jaws together, forbidding himself to make any sound.

"Diego," She cried in a whisper. "Please."

Wonderfully warm and moist, Victoria moved her hips backwards to take him inside her completely.
Diego tried to be careful. It felt wonderful to make love to her. He didn't want her to feel helpless should she dislike him taking her like this.
It was a new experience. The view was phenomenal, Diego saw his penis disappear into her narrow opening with every thrust, coming out coated in her juice. It simply was a fantastic sight. Victoria welcomed, embraced his manhood, and he felt he was even deeper into her than usual. When Victoria suddenly grabbed the hand that massaged her breast, he somehow was able to stop thrusting.

He had gone too far and should have sensed it. Diego wanted to say sorry, but just then, Victoria tensed her muscles, and only a groan came from his throat.

Victoria muttered. "Go on, harder."
Then she pressed his hand against her mouth, muffling her cries.

Diego covered her mouth as tenderly as possible.

Victoria pressed her mouth deeper in his hand. He was gagging his wife at her request and, she even enjoyed it. Diego felt how she cried in his hand. It was so exciting to feel how she struggled not to make a sound and fail with every move he made.

Diego quickened the pace some more and threw away his last shred of self-control. He trusted deeper, faster in her, and had to press his hand more firmly against her mouth to stifle the loud cry that she could not control.

Her muscles contracted, massaging him. Victoria was silky smooth, dripping wet, and so hot.
Diego struggled to keep his jaws together and avoid making noise himself.
He feared he would not be able to hold out much longer and wished he had his cravat nearby to shove in his mouth. With each thrust, he felt Victoria tighten her inner muscles around him.
His free hand encircled her waist, supporting her as much as possible. Her breasts bounced in the rhythm of his trusting and her moans.
Diego heard his balls bounce, skin against skin. He started to lose control over himself. Desperately, to avoid producing sound, he pressed his mouth against her shoulder, hoping this would be enough to muffle his cries.

The knowledge, should he not succeed, dozens of people instantly know what they were doing was strangely exciting. Diego felt his climax approaching. Victoria's cries could hardly get muffled by his hand.
Once more, he thrust deep into her and reached his orgasm.

Still, inside her, Diego removed his hand from her mouth and kissed her shoulder. "Querida, that was...,"

"amazing." gasped Victoria, articulating his thoughts.
Her legs began to give, and she sank to the floor.

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Sweaty, exhausted, satisfied, Victoria snuggled a little closer to Diego, causing a loud creak to echo through the room.
She giggled, burying her face in his armpit.

Diego whispered in her ear. "I think this bed is the best birth control device ever invented by mankind."

Her eyes sparkled as she kissed him. "Hmmm, luckily, we are inventive. And as for me..., I think it is definitely worth repeating."

Diego had thought of it, not wanted to suggest it himself. Now that she was offering it to him, he had no intention of refusing. The image of another intimate gathering came to mind.
"I think cave, desk, you and me." Diego nibbled on her earlobe.

"Sounds good." Victoria agreed to his immense pleasure. "May I make a suggestion as well?"

Diego had hidden his face against her neck. "Always, tell me, you're making me curious."

"A mirror. I couldn't see you. I thought if there had been a mirror. Then..., we could...,"

Diego looked up and saw her face was slightly red.
A mirror, his imagination ran wild. Victoria was right.
As much as he had enjoyed this way of lovemaking, not being able to see her expression was a setback.
A mirror could do wonders here.
He would be able to see her face and see her eyes sparkle as she reached her climax. Diego found that the mere thought turned him on.

Victoria noticed this too. "Diego,"

"That's what you get for offering me such a tempting prospect."
Diego swallowed and tried to pull himself back together. "You're just way too enticing."

"Tell you what. You arrange for a large enough mirror, and when you do, you can set the place and date."

What a tempting offer.
Diego gasped as Victoria held his penis in her hand and let her fingers slide down his shaft, her thumb caressing the sensitive tip.

"Remember, don't move." She said in a teasing tone.

Dead still, holding his breath, Diego lay on his back while his wife caressed his most intimate part.
The bed creaked softly as her hand was the only part of their bodies that moved.

Victoria caught his moans with her mouth.
Her hair tickled his chest.
His lips shaped her name without making a sound.
Diego raised his arm, intending to encircle one of her undulating curves.

This movement produced another squeaking, crunching sound.

Victoria grinned contritely. "Better not, eh?"

"Not after all the trouble we just went through to avoid being heard." Diego sadly agreed with her.

Slowly, the sounds from downstairs faded away.
Once there was shouting from a customer who thought it was too early for closing time.
The owner was adamant, and shortly afterwards, all went quiet.
Victoria and Diego dozed off, their bodies intertwined.

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The following morning, after breakfast, Diego went to pay the bill.
The innkeeper excused himself that no better room had been available and courteously inquired whether, despite all that, everything had been to his satisfaction.
Diego felt the blood rise to his cheeks and stammered that everything had been just fine.

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