MY MAJESTY - SEASON 5 EPISODE 13

Calhoun tasted her, his lips leaving a trail along with the kisses on Madeline. He cherished her in a way which he had not done with anyone before. He heard every moan that escaped from her and he saw her body tighten, readying herself for her release before she shuddered and heaved for air.

Madeline was coming down from the feelings that she felt when she heard Calhoun’s trouser rustle, and she heard the sound of the zipper go down. She was slowly laid on the bed again, this time to have her face him so that he could look at her.

He leaned forward, kissing her again, and at the same time, he pushed himself inside her before moving his hips back and forth. Every push had Madeline gasp, her voice turning louder as she called out his name. Unable to hold back, her body shuddered with every orgasm that broke through her body, but Calhoun was not done with her.

Calhoun moved along with her, the bed creaked because of their movements, and he then pulled her up with him, to have her sit on his lap, while they were still connected. Madeline felt her body stretch, while she was filled by him.

Madeline placed her hand on Calhoun’s shoulders, staring into his eyes that was nothing less to hell, but she knew it didn’t matter. She had learned to care for him, worry about him and more importantly, love him with her heart and not out of force. Her’s was a love story that wasn’t often heard, where things were different in the beginning, but things had slowly fallen in its own place.

The most fascinating thing she had witnessed was the time when she had first met Calhoun in the past and in the alley. Leaning towards him, Madeline angeled her face to the side before kissing Calhoun, something she had started to do voluntarily.

Noticing Madeline, who was too shy to move, Calhoun was the one to start thrusting his hips up before she started to move along with him to meet his movements. She got to see the pleasure fill Calhoun’s expression. He had a smouldering look in his eyes as he stared at her with his own lips parted.

Calhoun supported Madeline’s movements by holding her hips, helping her to regulate her movements and making sure she didn’t turn exhausted because of her hip movements. When she was close to her climax, Madeline held on to Calhoun where her hands had circled his neck, and he had buried his head in her bosom.

A loud whimper escaped her lips when Calhoun’s manhood hit her pleasure spot before she cried having her orgasm and Calhoun soon followed her by releasing himself in her. With her body spent, Madeline’s body turned slack, and she dropped forward.

She panted for air, her chest moving back and forth while her limbs were wrapped around Calhoun and his hands holding her. Her heart felt like it was going to explode in her chest, and Madeline felt Calhoun nuzzle his nose between the crook of her neck.

She could hear Calhoun’s ragged breath, something she didn’t often get to hear. Without pulling himself out of her, Madeline felt him pick her up in his arms before he stepped down from the bed to carry her into the bathroom. He took her to the side, walking towards the bathtub which was smaller than the grand pool of water that was next to it.

Before their wedding, Madeline had made sure to take her bath before Calhoun woke up or after he left the room.

Calhoun placed her in the tub, turning the faucet for the water to start running.

“Are you not getting in?” asked Madeline, and Calhoun’s lips twisted into his usual smile.

“I am. I wouldn’t want you feeling lonely without me,” he said to her before getting behind her and taking a seat. As the water continued to fill the tub, Madeline saw Calhoun dip his hand to catch some water in his hand before pouring it down on her shoulder.

Madeline then turned her face, looking behind to see him tilt his head. “Is something the matter, my love?” he questioned, a small frown appearing on his forehead.

Had sitting on his lap earlier been too much for her to take? Calhoun asked himself in slight worry. The last thing he needed was for her to feel uncomfortable with him. They had long passed the time where she closed her mind and heart to him. He didn’t want to go back to the way things were before as he doubted he would be able to handle it.

In the past, it didn’t matter to Calhoun, how he acquired her heart. For someone, who had seen nothing but the unfairness of the world, his heart had turned colder than the ice, believing this was how the world worked and it was to be seized by force. But now as he had a taste of how it felt to have someone’s heart open up to him, something he had unknowingly wanted from Madeline, he didn’t want to let it go. He couldn’t let it go.

He stared into her brown eyes that were still swirling in pleasure which they had shared a moment ago.

“I didn’t get to do anything with you…to please you,” her cheeks turned brighter at the words of her even though they had done more than that. The fierce-looking eyes softened, and Calhoun pecked her lips.

He smiled, “Not everything has to be a give and take my sweet rose,” said Calhoun, scooping water from the tub to pour it again on her shoulders over and over again until her shoulders were completely wet. He turned the faucet that was running to stop the water. “Yours and my time shouldn’t work like that, like you are bound to do it as that would only turn things to be mechanical. There’s a whole lot of time waiting ahead of us. You can take your time, and there is no rush. I enjoy pleasing you as much as I enjoy being pleased by you.”