by Jenny Frame
George’s eyes closed as she revelled in her lover’s touch, and she didn’t move a muscle as Bea stroked her fingertips along her broad shoulders and arms, and down over her compact breasts. Bea kissed her way down her stomach until she was on her knees and nuzzling George’s hardness through her jeans.
George groaned with barely restrained lust. “Bea…”
Bea made her way back up slowly. George pulled her back into a deep kiss and then said breathlessly, “Darling, I feel like I’m going to die if I don’t have you soon.” She ran her fingers through the golden silk of Bea’s hair and trailed her fingers down her elegant neck, and over the gentle curve of her shoulders. Her hands shook with emotion as she pulled the zip on Bea’s dress and let it pool at her feet. She inhaled sharply when she saw her lover standing only in her black lingerie before her. She watched Bea start to slowly strip her lacy knickers and unclasp her bra, allowing her breasts to tumble free.
“You’re simply beautiful, Beatrice Elliot,” George said in awe.
“You make me feel beautiful.” Bea lifted George’s hand and placed it on her chest. “Do you feel what you do to my heart, just by looking at me? Touch me. Make me feel more, Georgie.”
She pulled Bea to her and grasped a perfect breast. They both moaned, and George soon realized that her partner’s breasts were a very erogenous zone for her, as Bea laid her hand on top of her own and encouraged George to squeeze harder.
The response fuelled her confidence, so she scooped Bea up and placed her on the massive four-poster bed. “I want you so much, my darling.”
Bea let her fingers trail over her own hard nipples and said huskily, “Take them off, I want to feel you on top of me.”
George stripped off her jeans, leaving her in her tight boxers, with the obvious sign of her arousal. She hesitated to take them off, but then she heard Bea say, “Everything off, Georgie, I want to see all of you, just as you are tonight.”
She quickly took off her boxers and was pulled down on the bed, and on top of her lover. Bea’s legs naturally parted, and George groaned in pleasure as she eased herself between her thighs, sinking into the first feel of their naked bodies coming together. George’s heart hammered and her hand shook as she tentatively caressed her Bea’s face, trying to memorize every moment.
She looked into Bea’s passionate eyes and said, “I love you. I…”
Appearing to sense George’s hesitation, Bea took hold of her hand. “Just touch me, Georgie. Touch me and kiss me everywhere.”
George felt a hot rush of passion, and her lips descended onto Bea’s neck, kissing and nibbling all the way down towards her breasts. She squeezed one breast while she licked and kissed the other tenderly. Her tongue swirled around Bea’s hard nipple, and she was given more confidence by the sounds she was drawing from her lover.
The softness of Bea’s ample breasts was something that George would never forget and would gladly spend a lifetime giving attention to. She sucked in as much of Bea’s breast as she could and felt Bea’s hands on the back of her head, encouraging her attentions, and all George could think of was wanting to thrust inside her.
“Georgie, it feels so good. I want to feel you everywhere.” Bea moaned.
“I’ll do anything for you, my darling.” George could feel her lover’s wetness spreading across her thigh and moaned into the breast she was gently sucking. She went back to kissing her lover’s lips deeply, sucking her tongue into her mouth. The throbbing in her groin was so intense that she hoped she could control the feeling, and hang on.
“You are everything to me, darling. Please let me touch you, Bea,” she pleaded.
“Yes, I need you to kiss me lower.”
“Anything.” She kissed her way down Bea’s body, taking time to kiss and nibble her hips and thighs.
George felt her head being pushed further, encouraging her to kiss where Bea needed her. She parted her folds and moaned at the wetness that awaited her. She took one long lick and hummed in pleasure. The taste of her lover made her own arousal grow so much stronger. Her hips thrust gently against the bed beneath her, seeking some relief. Bea grabbed George’s head and pulled at her hair in passion.
She pulled Bea’s hips towards her and lifted her legs over her shoulders, giving better access to her sex. George swirled her tongue around the protruding clit, and then teased her wet opening.
Bea held on to her lover’s hair and moaned deeply. “Yes, just like that, Georgie. Don’t stop.”
“Hmm, God, you taste good.” George was so pleased that she seemed to be giving Bea pleasure. She was acting on pure instinct and hoped she could satisfy her more experienced lover.
Bea’s hips bucked faster and faster until she went still and her manicured fingernails scratched at George’s shoulders as she released her passion with a cry.
George gave a kiss to each thigh and crawled up and kissed Bea deeply. “I love you, darling. I think I’ve loved you since I first saw you.”
Bea stroked George’s face tenderly. “I love you. I’ve never met anyone who’s touched me or my heart the way you do.”
“I was made for you. That’s why.” George kissed her nose and cheeks.
“You think it’s that simple?”
“Don’t think about anything else outside of this bedroom. Here, it’s just two people that love each other, and that’s all that matters.”
Bea stroked her fingers down the length of her strong back and squeezed her muscular buttocks. “I want you deep inside me. I want us to come together.”
George nodded in understanding and repositioned herself so she could slip inside her lover. They both groaned as she guided the strap-on inside. Bea gasped in her ear and opened up some more.
George stilled and took a moment to fully appreciate the sensation of being inside her lover. It was so overwhelming, she was frightened of losing control and taking things too fast and rough. “Feels so good.” She was pulled in deeper when Bea wrapped her legs around her waist. George could wait no longer and started a slow, gentle thrust. “Oh God. Never felt anything like this.”
She looked down into’s Bea’s eyes and at that moment knew she’d been right to wait and share this with the woman she loved. It felt like her heart would explode as well as her body.
As her orgasm built, George thrust faster and harder, making them both moan in pleasure. It further excited George to have her lover holding her by her shoulders, stroking her, and as the pleasure built, digging her nails in and scratching.
“Harder, Georgie, I need it harder.”
George obliged by pounding her sex as hard as she could. “Bea, darling, I can’t—”
“Yes, come for me, Georgie.” She thrust a few more times, and Bea said, “Look at me, Georgie. Look at me.”
George forced her eyes to stay open as she tumbled into an intense orgasm and gave a strangled cry, with Bea following seconds later. Looking into her lover’s eyes as she came, she felt like she could reach out and touch their love, as if a special energy existed between them that they could only see at that precise moment.
They collapsed into a sweaty, tangled heap, utterly raw and exposed. “I love you, I love you, you are my life,” George repeated before kissing Bea thoroughly.
Bea rolled them over and looked down at the strong yet vulnerable woman who she loved beyond good reason. “I love you too. No matter what, I love you.” Bea had no idea what would come next. It scared her how much she loved, and how much she felt, but all that mattered was giving George the perfect night she deserved.
Bea kissed George’s nose and lips and began to kiss her way down her body.
“Darling, you’re making me want you again,” George said.
“That’s the idea,” she replied with a grin. “Just lie back and feel how much I love you.”
She swirled and sucked at George’s nipples, and then slid down to her flat muscular stomach, which drew more moans.
George’s eyes went wide when she grasped her strap-o
n and squeezed it a few times. “What are you doing, darling?”
Bea gave her a naughty smile. “I would like to suck this all up for you, but first I’d like to taste you without it. Is that okay?”
George leaned up on her elbows and nodded, as she watched Bea remove the strap-on with ease.
She opened George and blew on the overheated flesh.
“I don’t know if I could come again, darling.”
Bea used the tip of her tongue to gently tease George’s clit back to life. It stood up in seconds, eager for more. “Do you want me to stop?”
“God, no.”
She took George’s clit between her lips. They exhausted each other, learning all about one another’s bodies, before finally succumbing to sleep in the small hours of the morning.
*
George awoke slowly, her body feeling languid and relaxed. She was taking up most of the bed, lying like a starfish across it with the crisp white sheets wrapped around her. She stretched her tired, pleasantly achy muscles, and smiled as she remembered how they got that way.
“Darling? Are you awake?” She turned around and Bea wasn’t there, but the bedroom doors were ajar and she could hear the sounds of the television. Must have gotten up early.
George jumped up and found her discarded T-shirt and boxers on the floor, next to her strap-on. She put the dildo away in the drawer in case any of her staff came in, and she was so eager and excited to see her new lover, she nearly tripped, trying to pull her boxers on quickly.
“Darling?” She found the living room area empty, no sign of her lover’s clothes. Maybe she’s gone back to her room to get changed. George had to admit, she was a little disappointed that they didn’t wake up together.
It was then that the news report on the TV penetrated her consciousness. There was footage of Bea and her touring the country, while the banner at the bottom said, Royal love affair exposed.
Her heart thudded loudly. “TV, up ten.”
If you’ve just joined us, it emerged this morning that Her Majesty Queen Georgina has become involved in an affair with charity worker Beatrice Elliot. It had been thought that Queen Georgina was romantically involved with Princess Eleanor of Belgium, but it seems that Miss Elliot, who has been travelling the country with the Queen, promoting the work of hospice charity Timmy’s, has caught the eye of the world’s most eligible royal. There has been concern over Miss Elliot’s apparent republican views from certain sections of the media and from the Conservative Party.
This morning, the media were encamped outside Miss Elliot’s humble East London home, hoping for a glimpse of her, but she apparently hadn’t been home the previous evening and had to fight her way through the press pack first thing this morning. We later had it confirmed from a source inside the Queen’s staff that Miss Elliot stayed the night with Her Majesty.
George held her hand to her mouth in shock at the pictures of Bea being pushed and manhandled as she tried to get in through the door. “Dear God.” She watched as Reg came out to rescue his daughter and get her in the house.
There was a knock at the door and Cammy came rushing in. “Have you seen…oh, you have.”
George sat in the chair in front of the TV, and the news report continued.
We’re joined by Conservative peer Lord Faversham. Good morning, Lord Faversham. We’ve heard this morning that many in your party are calling this a constitutional crisis, but surely whoever Her Majesty has a relationship with is her own business? What has it to do with the government, My Lord?
The large silver-haired peer filled the screen.
It is the business of Her Majesty’s government when she embarks on an illicit relationship with someone who has such anti-monarchist and anti-establishment views and has in fact been arrested for protesting against the monarchy. It is our duty to protect our system of government and our constitutional monarchy, even if that means advising the Queen herself that she may be damaging the institution.
The presenter continued.
Lord Faversham, surely it’s a bit early to call it a crisis? We don’t know if these facts are true, and Number Ten says it will be releasing a statement to call into question the accusations that the media and your Conservative colleagues have made.
Lord Faversham shook his head vigorously.
You only have to look at the images of Miss Elliot, burning the British flag, to know this is a serious matter, but I have it on good authority from Viscount Anglesey that the royal family are very concerned about the Queen’s actions.
George leaped up and shouted with fury, “Julian, fucking Julian. Cammy, get Sebastian and Sir Michael to meet me back at Buck House for a crisis meeting. Inform Number Ten that I need a police presence at Beatrice’s house. I can’t have her family put through this. Ask Sebastian to call Julian, and tell him to get his fucking arse over to the palace this afternoon, and he can also tell him, I’m going to use a dull knife to hack his fucking bollocks off!”
“Yes, Ma’am. Ah, this letter was on the table at the door as I came in,” Cammy said seriously.
George took it from Cammy. The letter simply said To Georgie on the front. She opened it up and her hands shook as she read. I’m sorry, Georgie. You can’t give me the fairy tale, and I won’t come between you and your throne.
George fell down onto the armchair and held her head in her hands. “How did it end up like this, Cammy? Last night was the happiest of my life, and now…”
Cammy sat next to her friend. “I take it she came back after I left you last night?”
George nodded. “She came back to tell me she loved me, and the thought of being without me hurt her. We made love, and I thought that we could face anything as long as it was together. I woke this morning and this was playing”—she indicated the TV, now muted—“and she was gone. I need to speak to her, face to face.”
“You can’t go there, Ma’am. Let’s get you back to the palace, and we can try and contact her.”
“I can’t live without her, Cammy. I need her.”
Chapter Twenty-two
Princess Eleanor lifted and impaled herself on Julian as he kept his eyes on the news scrolling across the bedroom wall.
“My, my, Princess, you are feisty this morning. Are you imagining my cousin fucking you like this?” Julian grabbed hold of Eleanor’s hips and thrust himself harder into her.
Eleanor moaned and groaned as her orgasm built higher and higher. “No, my dear Viscount. I am imagining being crowned as Queen Consort in Westminster Abbey, alongside Her Majesty, and that long after I am gone, my children shall sit on the throne of one of the oldest monarchies in Europe. My name will never be forgotten.”
Julian smacked her on the buttocks and shouted, “Faster.”
Eleanor picked up the pace and undulated her hips.
“Good girl. George will be forced to drop this girl like a stone, and then you soothe her grief with what you do best.”
“Yes.”
Eleanor started to come, and Julian thought as he watched her, Stupid bitch, I’m going to get a lot more than that if my plans work out. King Julian.
As he thought about being crowned and his whole family bowing down before him, he followed Eleanor over the edge, jerking inside her.
*
Bea lay on her bed, clutching her bear Rupert tightly. This morning had been a nightmare. When she’d woken up in George’s arms, her lover sleeping so soundly, she’d never been happier. Then she’d checked the news on her mobile phone, but she couldn’t quite believe it till she switched on the TV.
She wiped away the tears and cried anew. “Abby, what have I done?”
From outside her bedroom door, she heard the sound of her parents coming upstairs.
“Bea? Bea, talk to us sweetheart?” Sarah said.
“Come on, sweetheart, Mum’s got tea.”
Bea couldn’t ignore her parents any longer. She got up and unlocked the door and fell into her mother’s arms.
“Come here, sweethea
rt. Tell me what happened.”
Reg put the tea tray down on her desk and looked up at the news channel Bea had running.
Early polls suggest public opinion is split over the Queen’s relationship with Miss Elliot. We have sent our cameras onto the streets of London today to ask what the people think.
An older lady came on screen and said, A woman with views like these, and coming from that sort of background, should never be allowed near the royal family, and I think the Queen is foolhardy for entering into this relationship.
A young man and woman gave their opinion next. We think it’s great, don’t we? The young man’s girlfriend nodded and said, Yeah, for someone from this girl’s background to make it to be a Queen? That’s like a fairy tale—she would just be like us and understand how ordinary people have to live. If she makes the Queen happy, then she should go with it, and not listen to all these old fogies.
“Bea?” Sarah pointed up to the screen. “Isn’t that the man from your group that got you arrested?”
Bea wiped her eyes and looked up to see the leader of Free Republic, Simon West. He was being interviewed on the news broadcast about her involvement in the group.
And you say it was Miss Elliot, who organized the demonstration that day and planned the burning of the Union Flag?
Yes, he answered. Bea hated everything about the monarchy and the way this country was run and wanted to step up our protests to a less peaceful kind.
“You lying bastard,” Bea shouted at the TV. “Can you believe what he’s saying, Mum?”
“I know, I always knew that boy was no good from the first time I met him,” Sarah told her.
And what do you think of Miss Elliot now being in a relationship with the Queen? the interviewer asked.
I think she’s a traitor to everything we stood for.