The beginning of a happily ever after

Eleanor woke up in the morning after the coronation ceremony to the sensation of Henry’s fingers stroking down her arm. Electricity skittered across her skin from the simple contact, waking her completely. “Are you awake?” Henry asked, as if he could tell without even looking at her face, which was buried in his shoulder. “Yes,” she mumbled. He hooked his fingers under her chin and lifted her face. He smiled at her softly before kissing her on the lips. It was a soft kiss at first, but before long, it intensified into their tongues tangling together and her hand rising to sink into his hair. His hand on the other hand went lower, slipping between her legs and seeking her warm centre. She moved her legs apart, granting him easy entry. His fingers teased her nub, rubbing her until she was panting against his mouth and humping into his hand. “Please,” she pleaded, wanting to feel him inside. He pulled his hand away and before she knew it she was lying on her back and he was positioning hi