Chapter 19

"Boy, hurry up and saddle two horses. Demon and one of the quiet brown geldings." Lord Narcisse instructed the stable-lad after the have had their breakfast. Before the young man could haste to the stables to comply with his duties, Catherine floated down the stairs, her skirts swinging freely. Her dress was jade coloured and less elegant and formal than her usual wardrobe. Apparently she had also forgone a corset, which would have been unconfortable and a hindrance for a ride.
"No, saddle the chestnut mare for me," she ordered while briefly raising her skirts to check the fit of her boots.
"If you pardon my saying so, my lady, Liberté is a bit impetuous. Maybe you should..."
"I said, saddle the chestnut mare." His wife interrupted the blushing boy briskly.
"Yes, my lady, of course," the youth stammered and ran off to the stables.
Stephane refrained from giving any comment. He was sure that his stubborn wife would either exellently get along with the equally stubborn mare or not at all.

He insisted on helping Catherine on the mare's back, meanwhile enjoying the delightful sight of her fabulous derriere. She sorted her skirts and he got onto his own horse, then the couple trotted off unhurried.
Catherine and the mare harmonized perfectly well and Stephane could witness how much horse and rider became one with each passing minute. After a while they went over to a full gallop, flying over wide fields and rolling hills. He had to severely spur Demon to not be left behind by Catherine on Liberté.
And once again his wife surprised him. She was not only a passable rider, no, Catherine de' Medici rode as if she was possesed by the devil himself. Daring, with a refreshing casualness and glowing cheeks, she incited her mare more and more and raced towards a wide stream that she crossed with an elegant jump. It was a pure joy to watch her in her element.
They only decelerated their speed once they have reached the small lake he had spoken of earlier. Their horses came to a halt at the waterfront, snorting and dripping with sweat.

"How many other secret talents are you hiding from me?" He asked with a wink and helped his wife descend from Libertè. Not that she needed any help, he just wanted to be close to her. In order to savour this moment to the full, he let her slide into his arms as slowly as possible. He didn't even release her once her feet touched the lawn but stole a kiss instead.
"You devil woman," he murmured approvingly against her lips. Narcisse adjusted his gaze to get a better look at Catherine. Some of the strands of hair had loosened from her hairdo after their wild ride and framed her blushing face in a lovely way. She looked incredibly free and untamed. And breathtakingly beautiful.

"You like that?" Catherine whispered and her lips nearly touched his, but she did not initiate another kiss.
"I like you, ma Belle."
"You're so easy to impress." To his delight she still did not free herself from his arms. So he raised his hands to gently touch her face.
"Au contraire. It's only you who manages to amaze me time and time again. How in the name of god do you do that?" Stephane couldn't handle it any longer and reduced the distance between them to finally kiss her. This time a proper and real kiss, no chaste peck. A hot-blooded, breathless kiss that lovers shared. A kiss that asked for more and that was passionately returned by Catherine.

He tumbled for a few steps, his wife still in his arms. When he let himself fall backwards into the grass, Catherine cried out in surprise and was swept along. Before she realized what was happening or even think about stopping him, his fingers already began loosening the lacing of her dress.
The breathless moan that escaped her lips while his fingers brushed her breasts incited him even further. He wanted to feel her, shower her soft skin with thousands of kisses and let his hands wander freely and unhindered all over her body. And while he was impatiently trying to peel her out of this baulky dress, her little hands were already making quick work with his clothes, urgently tearing at his shirt.

Stephane drove his tongue over the exposed skin of her cleavage that rose and fell under his lips in a fast rhythm.
"Catherine," he murmured against her heated skin when in response her fingers started to play with his chest hair. They slowly wandered over and playfully circled his right nipple.
He urgently pushed up her skirts and while his own fingers gently tested her readiness, her hands dug themselves almost painfully into his chest. A sweet pain he willingly welcomed. So he continued with his own sweet torture of teasing her. When Catherine could stand his sensual assault no longer, her hands searched for the buttons of his leather pants. She impatiently pushed his trousers down from his hips to his knees. His freed erection jumped to her attention and she did not need another invitation before her fingers closed around his heated flesh.
"Oh my god," Stephane groaned hoarsely, risking a glance down his body. The sight of her delicate small hand stroking up and down his penis drew a deep animalic rumble from his throat.

ll of a sudden he remembered how indescribably beautiful and amazon-like she'd looked on the back of her horse a few minutes before. The idea of watching her riding him was so overpowering that he clasped her hips and rolled her on top of him.
Catherine stared down at him in irritation by this change of position, but then a knowing smile spread over her lips that were wonderfully swollen from his kisses.

With a happy grin on his face Stephane let go of her hips which caused his wife to slowly slide down his erection. He watched her pushing one of her hands between their bodies to ease his penetration.
When he was buried into her to the hilt, Stephane reached into Catherine's nape to gently pull her head down for another kiss. He tried to savor this first moment of their union, the amazing feeling of being buried in her so deeply, but then the desire to move took an upper hand.

"Ride me, ma Belle," he said hoarsely and lifted her with his hands on her hips to demonstrate what he needed her to do. When he felt himself nearly slipping out of her body he paused for a second or two until he urged her back down into his lap. There was no need for any further invitation. Catherine lay her hands on his chest for a better hold and rose from his lap on her own. She waited for a moment of sweetest agony and sank back down on his member, slowly impaling herself. They both groaned in unison.
"Yes, just like that," he moaned and busied his hands under her skirts to grasp her ass. This gave him the opportunity to speed up her movements. Stephane buried his fingers in the warm flesh of her behind.
The sight she offered him was enchanting. Her hair was a beautiful mess, her cheeks were glowing, lust was shining in her dark eyes and her naked breasts gently swayed with each of their movements. He leaned forward and catched her left nipple with his lips, gently sucking on it until it turns into a tight little knob. Catherine uttered a throaty howl and arched her back.
"Faster, ma Belle," he demanded excitedly and her nipple slipped out of his mouth. He eagerly looked for it's twin. First he licked over it and then he pulled it between his lips as well.
She rose and lowered her body faster and faster until he felt her thighs begin to tremble under the strain.

Stephane rose to an upright position which pressed her silky breasts against his upper body and her slightly opened mouth was once again within reach of his own lips. Narcisse closed his eyes and nearly came undone by the indescribable emotions this woman - his wife - arouse in him. His lips found hers and he kissed Catherine as if there was no tomorrow.
Suddenly he felt her inner walls contract and it costed him all of his self-control not to come at once. He kept her from moving with his strong hands as her body above him trembled and began to implode in ecstasy. The twitching tightness that suddenly milked his penis, prompted him to feverishly thrust into herba few more times. Then he gave in to this exquisite sensation and bursted into a tremendous explosion of wildest pleasure.

Dear readers, I'm sorry you had to wait so long for a new update. Busy life I guess.
I will comment your reviews tomorrow as it's already 1 AM and I was supposed to be in bed one hour ago. Till later, my dears.