I promised to deliver last week and here it is a nice bit of Henry and Isabella getting it on just after the birth of his child for your Monday afternoon. Enjoy :D
Shortly after her coronation Anne went in to labour. Henry was overjoyed at the prospect of finally having a son; a true and legitimate male heir to the throne. He commissioned that there would be great parties and celebrations once the young Prince had arrived but his joy was once again short lived. The new Queen gave birth to a healthy baby but it was a healthy baby girl. Anne was devastated as she had been so sure that she was carrying a son. Henry said nothing more on the subject than they were both young and, if God permitted, sons would follow shortly before leaving her with their offspring.
That night, for the first night in a very long time Henry called Isabella into his bed chamber. Isabella was pleasantly surprised by this – Henry had been rather distant towards her since his marriage to Anne, no longer seeking her company or council. Isabella suspected that the new Queen had something to do with this sudden personality change; now that she was the Queen and could have whatever she wanted Anne no longer kept the fact that she hated Isabella a secret.
"Your Majesty," Isabella said after Henry's servant had left, closing the door behind him and leaving the two of them alone. "I wasn't expecting to be called to your chambers this late, especially not tonight."
"Why not tonight?" Henry asked.
"Well I would have thought Your Majesty would want to celebrate the birth of your daughter." she replied. Henry laughed humourlessly.
"If she had delivered the son she promised me then maybe I would have more cause for celebration." he stated. Isabella thought that his honesty was a little harsh, there was no way that Anne could have known she was carrying a girl. On the other hand why was she defending her – she hated Anne just as much as the Queen hated her.
"Your Majesty must still be happy that the child is healthy." she said, thinking of all the still born children that Henry had had when he was married to Catherine.
"Would you mind if we talked about something else?" he asked her. Isabella nodded.
"Of course Your Majesty."
"Isabella, please, enough with the formalities – I have asked you may times now to call me Henry. Indulge me tonight." he said.
"Alright, Henry." she replied. He smirked at her as he swiftly closed the distance between the two of them and kissed her. It was just the sound of her calling him by his name made him remember all the nights they had spent together before and just made him want her all the more.
Isabella wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed herself right up against his body. She could feel the muscles in his chest ripple against her body, even through his shirt, as their bodies pressed as close as their clothing would allow. One of his hands slipped to caress the top of one of her heaving and ample breasts. Isabella's lips parted in a mild gasp as his thumb ran over her clothed nipple and Henry used that opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth and began to massage his slick muscle against hers.
Walking her backwards slightly until she reached the edge of the large table at the back of the room their tongues danced together in heated passion. Isabella let a small moan escape from the back of her throat and the sound made Henry's underwear tighten as his member hardened. He slammed her hand down on the table and let out a low groan.
Isabella leaned her head back, breaking the kiss and allowing Henry to begin licking, biting, sucking and kissing the tender flesh there. Isabella moaned softly again as Henry nipped at a particularly sensitive part of her skin and he groaned against her neck. It had been so long since Henry had been with someone who wasn't Anne (and because of her being pregnant he had not even been with Anne in nine months) and Isabella was so wonderfully familiar and yet excitingly new all at the same time.
The feel of her flesh, the smell of her hair, the sound of her moans and whimpers and the taste of her skin brought back every memory the two of them had ever shared. It bought back every memory of all the times they had ever been intimate with each other. Henry couldn't help it; he loved Isabella with every fibre of his being, with everything that he was and in that moment in time he wanted her desperately.
"Oh God!" Henry groaned in her ear as he ran his hand under her skirts and up the inside of her thigh. She also groaned softly as his hand reached her groin. She quivered; her entire body was begging to be touched and to be touched by Henry. She bucked her hips slightly showing him how much she wanted him as she grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his head back and then pulled him back up to join their lips in a bruising kiss.
"Henry!" Isabella moaned as he slipped a finger inside her. She pulled at his hair harshly as he vaguely brushed the spot within her that would make her see stars and throw her head back in ecstatic passion and pleasure. She needed him, she needed him to be inside her and she needed to loose herself within him. "The bed." she moaned as he barely brushed that spot again. He nodded, picked her up and carried her over to his bed. He practically threw her down on the mattress and climbed on top of her, he was impatient after not having found himself in this situation for nearly a year and she was so beautiful.
He pressed his lips to hers, kissing her furiously, and she began to dexterously undo the buttons of his shirt. Soon the garment hung open around his body and Isabella traced her fingers over his chest and felt his muscles tense beneath her touch. Seeing her beneath him, her chest heaving and her hair fanned out on the bed made him want to rip off the robe she was wearing and take her. As Henry looked down at her Isabella slowly and sensually opened the robe revealing that she was wearing nothing underneath.
No sooner had she exposed her flesh to him then Henry was on her again. Their tongues battled for dominance in heated passion and their hands ran all over each other's bodies, remembering every curve and crevice, every muscle and every weak spot that made the other tremble. Henry ran his hands through Isabella's hair and she shuddered slightly. She ran her hand down his chest to reach the waistband of his trousers. She began to undo them and slipped her hand inside them to grasp his pulsating member. Henry groaned and leaned his head back and her touch – even after all this time she still knew exactly how to please him.
He pushed her back down on the bed and swiftly took off his trousers revealing himself to her in all his magnificent glory. Isabella let her eyes trace down his glorious body, it had been so long that she had forgotten how handsome he was when he was naked (he was handsome anyway but when he was without clothing he was truly a sight to behold). The look in Isabella's eyes was one of pure lust and Henry quickly jumped back on top of her, crashing their lips together and pressing his body against hers, the skin on skin contact making the pair of them moan heatedly into each other's mouths.
Normally with a mistress Henry would have taken the time to explore his partner's body but with Isabella he did not need to. He traced his kisses down from her lips passed her neck and to rest on one of her erect nipples. He began licking and sucking on one as his fingers began to play with the other. Isabella's wanton moans and groans began to fill the room as the air became thick and heavy with their lustful passion.
After pleasuring her through her breasts for a while longer Henry then began to trail his kisses down further across her stomach and passed her navel until he reached her hip. He bypassed the place she really wanted to feel his tongue and went to kiss and bite at the soft skin of her inner thigh. Isabella moaned and bucked her hips again, begging him to touch her, begging him to pleasure her with his tongue. Henry complied and his actions sent Isabella wild; she cried out his name and clutched at his hair as he brought her closer and closer to her orgasm but without taking her all the way.
As the volume of Isabella's moans increased Henry realised that he needed her and he needed her now. He pulled away from her only momentarily so that he could crash their lips together once again. As he slipped his tongue passed her open lips Isabella could taste herself on his tongue and he entered her. She moaned heavily as he filled her completely, clutching at his hair and wrapping her legs around his waist. Her legs pulled him closer to her and further inside her and Henry began to thrust. Each thrust was powerful, purposeful and filled Isabella totally, making her moan and cling to him.
He began to thrust faster and harder inside of her, each time he did hitting that spot within her that made her cry out his name and brought her closer and closer to her orgasm. She moaned loudly in his ear and he groaned in hers as he felt himself getting closer and closer to his own release, a release he had been so denied for nine long months. A few more powerful thrusts and Henry felt Isabella's internal walls clench around his member as she reached her climax, screaming his name as she did. As he felt this he released himself into her with a strangled cry of his own.
He pressed a sloppy kiss to her lips, remaining within her and thrusting gently as they both rode out their orgasms. Once they were both spent he pulled out of her and lay beside her. He pulled Isabella close to his chest, placed a kiss on her forehead and wrapped his arm around her. Isabella breathlessly looked up into his eyes and brushed his sweaty hair out of his eyes as he smiled down at her. In that moment there was nothing but the two of them; he had never married Anne or Catherine – the two of them were seventeen again and it was just like the night he asked her to marry him. In that moment both he and Isabella felt truly content.