Enigma (closed)

[KiwiD82]

James let out a long, quiet, and satisfied groan as Victoria's fingers snaked around his length. For someone who spent most of her time solving puzzles, the slender blonde certainly had a way with her hands.

His shaft twitched within her grasp when she whispered her need to him.

"As you wish, my queen," he quickly replied with his pet nickname for her.

It was a nickname they enjoyed as a joke, especially given how morally strict the real Queen Victoria had been and what James and his Victoria liked to get up to as an unmarried couple.

Standing between her thighs, feeling her gorgeous legs against his sides and being within reach of her hand made him reluctant to step back in order to remove her most intimate clothing.

And so he stayed where he was, placing his hand on the silk material which did nothing to conceal the heat and wetness behind it. Then he scrunched her panties and pulled them roughly to one side to completely expose her in the darkness.

James stepped forward slightly, pressing his throbbing cockhead to her entrance, then pushed into her, his hands gripping the cheeks of her backside and pulling her onto him at the same time, gasping at the tight furnace that now surrounded his length.

 

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Victoria smiled fondly in the darkness at his nickname. He had used it to tease her in the early days, but it had turned into a term of endearment like when she called him Jim. No one else called him that which made it all the more special.

His cock was twitching in her hand, telling her just how turned on he was right then. Yes, they had made love nearly every night, but it had been a long time since they had a frantic session like the one that they were enjoying right that moment.

She let out a coo as she felt his fingers pulling her panties to the side roughly, exposing her as he stepped forward. She helped to guide him to her tight, wet entrance and soon his hands were gripping her bottom tightly, pulling her onto his cock.

"Oh!" She gasped out loud, her head tipping back against the cupboards as he sank into her easily with a single stroke.

Her legs soon wrapped around his hips, her feet locking behind him to pull him in even tighter as they sat there for a moment. Her breath was harsh in the darkness, her fingers gripping at his shoulders as he threatened to give her everything that she wanted and more.

 

[KiwiD82]

James bit his bottom lip as both of their bodies adjusted, preparing himself for what they both knew was to come.

They were panting and their hearts were racing as he braced his legs and she wrapped hers deliciously around his body.

James carefully lifted Victoria off the bench, and she sank down slightly further onto him, his full length now buried inside her. A wet warmth met his lower stomach as her body showed him its readiness.

And then he started to thrust upwards. Suddenly. Quickly. Roughly.

The movements pushed his queen up the length of his shaft, and gravity did the rest.

And she hadn't even removed a single article of clothing.

 

[heartofcourage]

Victoria moaned softly against James's ear as he lifted her off the bench, her body sinking down further on his stiff length. Her arms wrapped further around his neck as he held her slight weight in his hands, gripping her bottom as he thrust upwards. The moment was breath taking. She felt entirely scandalous to be there in her kitchen, in the dark, fully clothed, while her lover fucked her. She could only imagine what the girls at Bletchley would say if they could see her now.

"God, Jim. That feels incredible." She murmured against his ear, her lips pressing against his ear lobe before she tugged on it with her teeth, gasping as he roughly mastered her body. "More. Dear God, more."

Her breath was coming in quick pants, gasps and moans leaving her lips with each thrust from his body. This is what she lived for. This is what she loved. She would give her heart and soul to this man if he only asked.

 

[KiwiD82]

James moaned with every thrust, the weight of Victoria landing on him repeatedly sending ripples of pleasure through his body.

His hands gripped her backside firmly, fingertips digging into her perfect posterior as she clung to him and matched his sounds.

James moaned again when she nibbled on his earlobe, and as she urged him to keep going, he did just that, continuing to thrust hard up into her, causing her body to bounce wildly on his shaft.

When they came within reach, he would kiss her lips and neck, gnawing at them gently with his teeth, as they continued their hot kitchen rendezvous in the dark.

 

[heartofcourage]

Victoria let out a cry as the sound of their frantic movements filled the air around them. His fingers were digging roughly into her bottom, pulling her back and forth on his thick length as if she weighed nothing at all. He was thrusting hard, both of them sweating in the cool apartment.

She was lost in the darkness, feeling his cock stretching her body so completely. Hearing his soft moans against her ear. Feeling his hands gripping her body tightly. Feeling his lips capturing her own before his teeth scraped over her neck in an incredibly erotic movement.

She was getting louder with each thrust, unable to keep silent any longer. She didn't care who heard them. She wanted the world to know just how much she loved this man.

"James!" She cried out as she came, her fingers clenching the hair at the nape of his neck so tightly as her body seized around him.

She pulsed, gripping his cock as she shook in his arms. His grasp was sure, never letting her go as her body rocked and rode his own in her erotic dance of pleasure.

 

[KiwiD82]

Whether she knew it or not, Victoria had a power over James that he found almost impossible to resist.

She was, of course, impeccably beautiful - he'd noticed that as soon as he'd first laid eyes on her. And he'd discovered her intellect, wit, and willingness to stand up for herself soon after. They were all qualities he found extremely attractive.

But what truly drew him in more than anything was the way she climaxed. It was the small things that he recognised: the rippled shudder that ran through her body; the specific pitch of her voice when her orgasm arrived; the flushing in her neck as she rode the wave; the way her lower lips pulsed and gripped him tightly; how her inner thighs strained and clenched against his body; and then, to top it all off, that tiny smile that appeared, the corners of her mouth curving oh so gently as if she knew a a sordid little secret.

Perhaps he was that secret.

And though he couldn't quite see the smile, he knew it was there, and feeling Victoria's climax was enough to bring on his own.

With a loud and strained grunt, James suddenly stopped thrusting, his shaft erupting hot juices into his lover as she straddled his body. He steadied himself again, then carried Victoria back to the kitchen bench, even as wave after wave continued to surge into her.

Panting heavily, he finally released her buttocks from his form grip, and then, without having left her body, he gently cupped her cheeks and kissed her lips slowly, softly, and deeply.

 

[heartofcourage]

Victoria let out a soft moan at the sound of James's strangled groan, gasping as he filled her body with his seed. She loved that moment. He was so sensual and free in that moment, giving to her with everything that he had in him. It didn't matter if it was quick and frantic or slow and sensual, they both moved together in unison towards an ultimate goal.

They didn't need to say anything to each other as he placed her back on the bench, his hands leaving her bottom. She whimpered softly as his large hands captured her face, kissing her with a slow burning sensuality that told her just what she wanted to know without words. He was softening inside of her, pressed so incredibly close as they shared that beautiful moment in the middle of a horrible war.

"I love you." She whispered in the darkness, nuzzling her nose against his own before his lips captured hers again, her fingers moving from his hair to caress over his shoulders and chest.

 

[KiwiD82]

Their movements were slow now; gentle.

James could kiss Victoria all night long if it didn't mean having to get up for work in the morning. He adored her and he made sure she knew.

Their bodies both sweated beneath their clothes, but neither was in any rush to rectify that. Instead they embraced, caressed, and kissed.

James could feel his stiffness fading and he let himself exit Victoria's still burning furnace. He made no move to clean himself or her - that could be taken care of later. Right now, he preferred to let the juices flow where they willed as his kisses trailed from her lips, along her jawline, and back to her neck.

"And I you," he whispered in response to her, his hands running down her shoulders, then her front, and eventually resting on her thighs. "I dare say, this kitchen will never be the same..."

He let out a chuckle before kissing her once more on the lips, savouring the taste as their tongues slid against each other.

Then he finally stood back and reluctantly zipped up his fly. It was impossible not to admire the view before him when he did. Even in the darkness, he could make out her form. Her long slender legs were spread open, her eyes burning, her soaked tuft of lower blonde hair glistening in what little light the dining room candles permitted them to see.

He held out a hand to his lover; to Queen Victoria; to Victoria Stirling, mistress of the mind, fulfiller of his fantasies.

"Perhaps we should freshen up. And then to the bedchamber, my queen?"

 

[heartofcourage]

"Only if I get the bath first." Victoria teased as he continued to kiss her leisurely, their tongues pressing together as they savored one another. "Uninterrupted. I can't trust that you'll keep your hands to yourself."

She smiled at her lover, taking his hand to stand back on her feet. Her skirt fell back around her legs, the mess between her thighs making her slightly uncomfortable as she pulled him out of the kitchen and back into the dining room. She picked up a candle and allowed him to take the other candle as they retreated to her bedroom.

Opening a dresser, she pulled out a black nightie before she escaped into the bathroom to draw a tub full of hot water for a quick scrub down.

 

[KiwiD82]

James grinned. Victoria knew him all too well. If he'd had the energy there and then, he wouldn't have been able to keep his hands to himself. He decided that if Victoria found that strange, she clearly hadn't looked in the bathroom mirror.

James followed her upstairs, collecting a candle along the way. He set it atop the chest of drawers as Victoria carried hers to the bathroom, then sat on the edge of the bed and began to undress.

The candle was burning low by the time he was down to just his boxers and climbing into bed. Victoria had been in the bathroom for a little while, but the two rooms were close and the walls were notoriously thin.

"I need to head away for a few days," he spoke with a loud enough voice for her to hear.

They often held conversations between walls when necessary. James had intended to tell Victoria about his trip to Edinburgh over dinner - though not with any level of detail, of course - but he'd become somewhat distracted...

"It's rather urgent, unfortunately. Headquarters normally give me more warning, but I'm to leave in the morning."

It wasn't the sort of news she would want to hear, but it was the stark reality of the world in which they lived.

James couldn't say where he was going. He couldn't tell her that a German operative had been identified in Scotland's capital city, or that MI5 wanted him to be turned and they were sending James to perform that task. Nor could he say why time was of the essence or explain that it was because the German had become suspicious that his cover had been blown and might potentially find a way to disappear if the authorities didn't respond quickly.

But he had said enough to give her the vaguest of ideas.

"I'll catch the bus to the station," he added, trying to sound reassuring. "And I'll bring you a gift upon my return."

 

[heartofcourage]

Victoria was lathering up with her lavender soap when she heard James call through the thin wall of her bedroom. She frowned slightly as she dipped her body into the water, thinking about what he was saying. A few days apart from him felt like an eternity. Of course she would never know where he went when he was gone, but that didn't stop the fact that she would miss him horribly.

"How many days is a few days?" She called back through the wall, reaching into the soapy water to drain the tub. "Are we talking a week? Two weeks?"

She pulled a towel off the stack on top of her laundry hamper, drying her skin before she pulled on her silk nightie. She then set about pulling the pins from her hair and letting her blonde locks fall one by one around her shoulders. Stepping back into the bedroom, she was brushing out her hair, flipping it back over her shoulders when she was done.

"You always bring me a gift, Jim. They never make me feel better about being apart from you." She commented as she placed her hair brush on the nightstand before she slipped beneath the blankets with him. "But I suppose you have a duty to your country and I can't keep you from going."

Leaning across the pillows, she kissed him gently before she turned back towards her nightstand and pulled out a crossword puzzle and a pencil, settling back against the pillows to work it quickly before bed. Her night wasn't complete until she had finished at least one.

 

[KiwiD82]

Even as they talked, James admired Victoria's beauty. As much as he enjoyed her dressing up and putting on makeup, he found her equally beautiful without it. With her hair down and loose, and her legs bare from above the knee, she looked just as perfect as ever.

"It depends on how quickly I complete my work, darling," he replied to her initial questions. "But I anticipate it taking no longer than a week."

He could sense the disappointment in her voice - it was impossible to miss - but there was little he could do. It wasn't as if he could disobey direct orders.

He smiled gently against her kiss then watched as she set to work on a crossword.

He hoped she hadn't temporarily lost all interest in him because of his news. He still had an obligation, as far as he was concerned.

"You're quite the puzzle yourself, Victoria Stirling," he grinned, shifting onto his side and letting his fingers run through her loosened blonde hair. "And, I dare say, you were promised two things and only one of those has been delivered."

 

[heartofcourage]

"And what if I find my crossword more entertaining?" She teased as he brushed his fingers through her blonde locks, her eyes turning towards him in the soft candlelight.

"Look, I won't say that I'm not disappointed that you'll be gone so long, Jim. I'll miss you horribly." She confessed as she placed the paper and her pencil down for a moment. "Work will pull us apart from time to time. I'll just have to find something to fill the empty moments with until you return."

"And don't you dare find a girl prettier than me while you're gone. I would never forgive you if you did." She said as the corners of her lips tipped upward, her face moving towards his once more until she could press her lips against his own.

 

[KiwiD82]

James watched her closely, enjoying the lavender aroma that emanated from her and closely studying her movements.

He grinned when she suggested her crossword might be more entertaining.

"Then I'd say it I'm out of a job, really," he responded playfully.

The conversation became more serious, just as James had thought it might. Neither of them enjoyed farewells and they were enduring more than any couple should.

"You worry yourself too much," he smiled between their soft, slow kisses. "I've more chance of stumbling across the Loch Ness Monster than finding any girl prettier than you. Not that I'll be looking, but even if such a girl exists, I dare say she'd be half as clever."

James hadn't intentionally referred to a Scottish creature of mystery. He barely noticed that he had. He was much too interested in Victoria's lips.

He kissed them slowly and tenderly. They had a softness and a taste that he could still feel for hours afterwards. It was a sweet but brief reminder of Victoria when he was busy keeping Britain's borders safe.

But tonight, he didn't want to taste just her lips. He would be away for a while and he wanted to make sure both of them remembered what they were missing during that time.

He started by breaking their slow kisses and trailing his lips along her jawline as the fingers of one hand continued to toy with her beautiful hair. Then his mouth found her slim neck, as it so often did, the skin so smooth and kissable. He trailed further down, finding the neckline of her nightie, his wet lips slowly dragging across the mounds of each breast until they reached the valley between. Still further he descended, shifting his body under the covers as he kissed her flat stomach through the black silk.

His hands could no longer reach her hair so they fell with him, finding their resting places atop her firm breasts, his palms gently cupping and squeezing them.

And then his mouth found itself trailing up and down her inner thighs, his tongue playfully licking at the soft skin, occasionally accompanied by a playful nibble.

Now well down the bed and under the covers, James looked up from her crotch with a teasing grin.

"Is that crossword still better entertainment?"

 

[heartofcourage]

"The Loch Ness Monster?" Victoria murmured in between their kisses, a lazy smile curling her lips as he did his best to distract her from her crossword puzzle. "Are you going to Scotland?"

He would never tell her that she was correct or wrong, but she didn't care. He was kissing a trail down her body by that point, nothing but soft whimpers and sighs leaving her lips. His mouth traced against her throat, down her chest and over her belly until he was nestled between her thighs. She parted them for him, a hand lacing its way through his thick, dark hair.

"James." She murmured as his hands settled against her breasts, squeezing and kneading the sensitive mounds until she let loose with a moan. "You are a wicked, wicked man."

She lifted her head from the pillow, watching him in the dim light as his head lowered between her parted thighs, his teeth scraping across the sensitive inner portion of her legs until she felt her hips arch off the bed to meet him. She let out a hiss of pleasure, her fingers tightening their hold in his hair as he glanced up at her.

"I'll go back to it if you stop and leave you to sleep on the sofa tonight." She growled playfully, looking at him with a heat in her eyes that could never be rivaled by another woman.

 

[KiwiD82]

Victoria had caught him out when she guessed where he was heading next. He said nothing, bluffing as if he hadn't heard. Even so, she couldn't know his specific whereabouts in Scotland, so all seemed well.

By the time she had her fingers in his hair and was urging him to continue, James was grinning - but only his eyes were visible to Victoria in this position. That was enough, though, to see the desire in his eyes reflect back the very limited amount of light in the room as he drank in her fragrance.

"I must not displease my queen," he said, his voice muffled beneath the covers.

James adored Victoria's body almost as much as he adored her mind. Her pale white inner thighs that parted for him invited him inside her and he was convinced no mere mortal could refuse such an exquisite offer.

He squeezed her breasts harder, rubbing them through her nightie, as he began to kiss her through her wet panties. His fingers tugged down at the neckline, gently urging them over her perfectly shaped breasts, before seeking out her nipples to gently pinch and pull. Her scent invaded his nostrils as his mouth met her silk-covered lower lips, pressing his face into her and allowing a series of quiet moans to vibrate through her most intimate of places.

It was then that he decided that once the war was over, they could marry, and he'd kiss her like this every night if she wished for it.

Of course, she didn't need to be distracted with such things. She just needed to enjoy herself as much as he was enjoying her.

 

[heartofcourage]

Her fingers clenched against his scalp as he squeezed her breasts tightly. She whimpered, her toes curling as she felt a fresh wetness coating her lower lips and soaking into her panties. Victoria had no idea how James had the power to do the things that he did to her, but she could be reduced to a whimpering pile of flesh in a matter of moments.

His lips were pressed so intimately against her body, kissing her through her wet panties as his fingers worked to free her breasts. When the nightie was pulled down and they were freed to the slightly cool air, Victoria moaned her pleasure. Her nipples were already crinkled and hard as his fingers found them. He pinched and pulled, twisted until she made the most pitiful noises.

She couldn't stay still as he mastered her body, playing her like a finely tuned instrument. She could have cried with the beautiful feelings coursing through her. He was moaning with her, his deep rumbling voice vibrating her sensitive lips until she again moaned along with him.

"Jim, please." She whimpered, her head rolling back and forth on her pillow as he brought her such joy.

 

[KiwiD82]

James couldn't say why he and Victoria were so compatible, sexually and otherwise. He seemed to have a knack for causing her to melt, while just one sultry word or look from her could make him as hard as stone.

He'd never experienced anything even remotely close to this with anyone else. Sometimes it felt as if each of them had been made specifically with the other in mind. He remained convinced that the two of them were ideal for each other.

James rolled Victoria's stiffened nipples between finger and thumb, gently but firmly controlling them and her whimpers along with them.

His mouth was kissing her hungrily as her raised hips met his face and her fingers clawed at his hair.

He paused briefly and raised his head in direct response to her vocalised plea.

"Undress for me," he hissed, lifting his head further and taking the covers with him.

The sheets slid down Victoria's body, slowly exposing more of her until they fell behind his back, leaving her bare-breasted and wet within her silk. James knelt between her spread thighs, hands gently resting on those toned limbs, boxers alone covering his body.

 

[heartofcourage]

Each roll had Victoria groaning, whimpers issuing form her throat as he tortured her. It was payback for all of the smart mouthed comments, all of the sass, everything that she had said to him through the day. He would remember all of it and extract it from her in the end.

When he paused and raised his head, she was panting. He was kneeling on the bed, the covers falling to the floor as he looked over her body. Her breasts were exposed, indecent in the low light. Her nightie was hiked to her waist, her thighs spread as his hands rested gently against her bare skin.

Slowly, she sat up, her breasts moving along with her in the most seductive way. She lifted herself from the bed, her nightie pulled up her body until she was bare to his gaze save her very wet panties. A hand moved to cup his cheek, their lips meeting in the most passionate of kissed as she whimpered yet again. He made her feel like a weak kneed school girl and she wouldn't have had it any other way.

Their tongues slid against one another, teasing and enticing. Her fingers finally moved from his cheeks to pull her panties away from her body, letting them roll down her long legs until she had to stop because he was in the way. Her golden thatch of hair was exposed to his gaze, the rest of her wet folds on lewd display as well.

 

[KiwiD82]

James had been with Victoria for two years now, and they'd been spending nights together the way they were spending this one for a good year and a half.

Even so, Victoria could do things that would catch him by surprise, such as how she hungrily kissed him now, knowing full well where his mouth had just been. She could indubitably taste herself on his tongue.

It always seemed to be just when James thought he'd figured Victoria out that she revealed a new aspect of herself. She truly was his Enigma.

He adored her body, his hardness growing at the sight of her removing her clothes and the movements she made. They knelt together as they kissed, and he wrapped one arm around her lower back, pulling her hips against his.

That arm quickly dropped downwards, his hand sliding over her luxurious cheeks and seeking around them to her blonde wetness. His fingertips found her swollen lips at the same moment that his other hand cupped her right breast, feeling its weight in his hand as they continued to kiss amidst the dim candle light and the silvery moon that peeked in from outside the window.

 

[heartofcourage]

Being pressed against James's body had to be the best feeling in the world. She could feel how hard he was for her. It was familiar, welcome, and there was no place that she would rather be. She grinned as he kissed her so fiercely, giving her what she wanted and loving her beyond reason. He truly was her soulmate in every sense of the word. There was no other man for her besides James.

She gasped as his hand smoothed over her bottom before his fingers found her swollen, wet lips. He was always playful with her, but in that moment, she knew that he meant business. He was going to have her any way possible and he was going to remember that night while he was gone to Scotland. She would surely remember it for many days as well.

His other hand was smoothing up her side before he cupped her breast. Her breasts were sensitive and she let out a low moan as his large hand weighed the mound, her nipple crinkling tightly against his warm palm. Their kiss ended and she pressed her forehead against his own, panting in the quiet of the room as her blue eyes looked deeply into his own.

"If another girl in Scotland catches your eye, just remember this moment." She said with a small smile on her lips. "And don't you ever dare touch someone else like you're doing right now."

 

[KiwiD82]

James found himself panting with Victoria, their foreheads resting against one another as she spoke.

"You're not supposed to know about Scotland," he whispered, partly shocked, partly impressed, and partly excited to be able to finally share a secret with his lover. "Are you sure you aren't a double agent?"

He smiled, enjoying their mutual teasing, their interactions so frequently entwining their minds as much as their bodies.

"And why would I go looking for some Scottish lass when I have the infamous Victoria Stirling right at my fingertips?"

As he spoke, James ran two fingers along the length of her wet lips, before gently parting her entrance and pushing them inside, bending and straightening them as he slowly worked them into her tight furnace.

He kissed her again, then nibbled at her neck, before finally whispering into her ear: "I promise you, Victoria, there is only one woman for me, and I'm touching her just how I please."

 

[heartofcourage]

"Why do you torture me, Jim?" Victoria murmured as his finger ran along the length of her wet folds before he gently pressed them into her body, a soft moan issuing from her lips. "You naughty man."

She tilted her chin back for him, allowing him to nibble at her neck before he whispered against her ear and shivered. Her thin fingers spread across his shoulders, trailing down his chest and belly as his fingers worked themselves inside of her body. He was spreading her entrance, giving her pleasure, but she wanted so much more.

"Taking advantage of a poor, young woman. Having your way with her without even putting a ring on her finger." Of course she was teasing him and her lips quirked upwards as her fingers curled into the band of his boxers, pulling them down over his hips.

She was incredibly gentle as she wrapped her fingers around his heavy length, taking care to cradle his sack as she started to stroke her lover as he did the same for her.

 

[KiwiD82]

James closed his eyes, bit his bottom lip, and let out a grunted sigh as Victoria's perfect fingers curled around his length and began to stroke him.

If James had learnt a few things about how to drive Victoria wild, his lover had written the book. She could get him going with a single word, or one of her seductive smiles, or just a look in her eye.

And when she touched him like she was now, he became putty in her hands, to be moulded into whatever delicious device she chose to use him as.

He pushed his fingers deeper into her, his slow pace perfectly matching hers, until his knuckles eventually pressed against her mound.

He nibbled at her neck again, their bodies hot against one another. Then he lifted his mouth to her ear once more, his voice breathy and quiet, his sentences broken up by gentle sighs and moans.

"Who's torturing who, my dirty little queen? You have me cornered. I'm yours. Tell me what you want, and I won't hesitate to give it to you."