The Princess's Bride (6 page)

Still kissing, Chelsey backed her up onto the bed. She lay upon the mattress and Chelsey joined her, wrapping an arm around her waist, and hugged her close.

"You should know—"

"Shh." Chelsey placed her finger over Daisy's mouth to quiet her. "I don't have much time. Mum sent my Uncle Wallace a message. We will be taking a coach an hour after sunrise to meet him. He lives a few hours west from here. Until we can decide what to do next, we will stay with him. He is a great sea captain and even owns his own shipping vessel. Everything will be grand."

Daisy did not find anything “grand” about the entire situation, but after this emotional day, she could barely make sense of anything. "Chelsey, does this mean you are leaving me forever? Please don't tell me that is so. I want to come with you!"

Chelsey pressed a finger across Daisy's lips. "You must be quiet, princess. We wouldn't want your father to come in here and find us together. He would surely kill me then."

Tears fell from Daisy's eyes. "How can you act as if you don't care? Do I not mean anything to you?"

"You know you do. How can you ask that?" Chelsey positioned her face over Daisy's chest and pushed her leg in between Daisy's own soft, supple thighs.

"Please forgive me. My mind is fuzzy." Daisy sighed.

"There's no reason for you to apologize for anything." Her fingers drifted across Daisy's cheek. "Does this pain you?" She propped herself up on an elbow and frowned as she lightly touched the dark purple bruise.

"A little. But that doesn't matter. You must be in horrible pain. My father was in such a rage, and you were covered in blood and crying…" Daisy's mouth trembled, and she covered her face as more tears fell down her cheeks.

"Daisy, dear. Stop your tears. I can't stand to see you cry." Chelsey grabbed onto Daisy's hands and kissed the tops of each. "You must be strong. It is not as bad as it seems to be. I can promise you we will be together again. I have a plan. I will ask my Uncle Wallace for employment on one of his ships. Then I will save every penny I can and when I have enough, I will come back for you and we will be together forever."

"Truly? B-but that could be years. How will I ever make it through the days without seeing you for so long?"

Chelsey caressed the side of Daisy's face and neck and gave her a sweet kiss. "I will make sure to write every day to tell you where I am. You shall see. It won't feel like that long.

Time will fly by."

Daisy turned on her side and placed a kiss over Chelsey's ragged cheek "It's not fair. I will die without you."

Chelsey chuckled softly. She shifted her hand under Daisy's nightgown and grabbed her by the ass. "Hmm… I love how you are not wearing any undergarments. Much easier for what I have planned."

"P-planned? How can you think of doing
that?
" Daisy grumbled even as her pussy grew slick. She wrapped her leg around Chelsey's hip.

"Miss Daisy, I do think the only reason you want me to stay around is because you like the way I fuck you."

Daisy opened her mouth, outraged. Chelsey snickered and eased her fingers in between Daisy's legs and gave her a passionate kiss. Daisy moaned against Chelsey's mouth and returned the kiss, devouring her lips.

Daisy's nightgown was pulled off of her and thrown onto the floor. Chelsey's dress followed it to the bottom of the bed. She only wore her chemise as she lay on top of Daisy, sucking and licking her breasts.

Daisy brushed her fingers in between Chelsey's legs and swirled the dew that dripped down the inside of her legs. She sobbed and licked her fingers, enjoying the taste of Chelsey's tangy musk.

Chelsey lifted her head and gave Daisy a deep, tongue-licking kiss. "Do you like how I taste?"

Daisy nodded and arched her back as Chelsey licked a line from the center of her chest to her stomach. She pressed kisses across Daisy's navel and wrapped her arms around her to keep her still.

"I want to eat you, Daisy. Will you let me again, like I did a few nights ago?"

Daisy closed her eyes and nodded. She bit her lip and turned her head.

Chelsey blew on Daisy's curls and sifted her fingers through the damp locks. Chelsey stuck a finger in between her lover's swollen, slippery lips, and Daisy's tight entrance swallowed the digit with ease.

"P-please Chelsey, eat me." Daisy covered her face with her arm and bit down on the inside of her elbow to stop from screaming too loudly.

"I can only imagine how my tongue will be swallowed by your greedy, plump darling lips." Chelsey lifted Daisy's right leg over her shoulder, spread open her pussy and stuck her tongue straight into her creamy center.

"
Urgh
." Daisy bit down on her arm as Chelsey's tongue lapped around her steaming cunt.

She was drenched, dripping down Chelsey's throat as she pulsed and grinded her core against Chelsey's face.

Chelsey bobbed her head as she pushed her mouth in further, using her whole tongue to mimic the sex act Daisy never had experienced before. She pressed in her nose, deeply inhaling her milky fluid. She wanted her entire face to be surrounded by Daisy's essence, to always remember this night, so that she could take a small part of her sweet lady with her when she left.

Daisy pounded her foot against the mattress, overcome with such incredible pleasure. Her breath stopped as Chelsey lifted her head and the moonlight hit her face. She trembled with desire at seeing Chelsey's face glistening with her satisfaction.

Chelsey bit down hard on the inside of Daisy's leg, causing her to moan.

"Yes, mark me," Daisy whimpered, and Chelsey bit down again. She sucked hard, and Daisy pulled her legs up. Chelsey took in a deep breath and dropped her head back down to eat at Daisy's pussy.

Daisy grabbed onto Chelsey's hair. "I want… want to taste you also."

Chelsey looked up and pushed her thumb against Daisy's clit. The sudden force of pleasure made Daisy cry out and grab a pillow. She covered her face and screamed. She came so hard that every single part of her body shook, and her heart jumped up into her throat.

She lay there, recovering, when Chelsey lifted the pillow away from her head and gave her a deep kiss. She pressed her fingers into Daisy's mouth along with her tongue.

"Taste me, Daisy. My fingers are covered with my own release."

Daisy licked the coated fingers and reached down in between Chelsey's legs for more.

Chelsey grabbed hold of the bottom of the wooden headboard as Daisy moved her head down and rubbed her nose in between her curls.

Daisy kissed Chelsey's core and tugged hard at her mound with her teeth, causing Chelsey to flinch. Daisy looked up in a daze.

"Sorry," she mumbled, petting Chelsey's mound in apology.

"Come here." Chelsey held her arms open and Daisy climbed into them.

"I want to give you such wonderful pleasures… like you have given me." Daisy whispered and laid her head on Chelsey's bosom. She flicked one of Chelsey's large, extended nipples and leaned over to lap at it with her tongue.

Chelsey rubbed her hands and up and down Daisy's back. She let out a loud yawn. "That feels lovely. Don't worry about it. We can always practice some more."

Daisy continued to lick at Chelsey's nipples. "I love how your nipples taste. I do wish I had more time to practice with you. But how can that be?"

When Chelsey didn't respond, Daisy glanced up. Chelsey had fallen asleep. Her mouth was open, and she was snoring lightly.

Daisy drummed her fingers over Chelsey's stomach and thought about waking her up by sticking her tongue into her pussy. But since she’d already caused Chelsey some discomfort, she gave up on that idea.

She grabbed her blanket and drew it over them both. Daisy laid her head on Chelsey's shoulder and watched over the woman who meant so much to her. Tears came to her eyes again, knowing that Chelsey would have to leave soon and there was nothing she could do to stop her.

Her eyelids began to droop. She snapped them open; she didn't want to fall asleep. She needed to stay awake and watch Chelsey. If she succumbed to her slumber, their time together would be shortened.

Daisy lost the fight after a few minutes. She looked at Chelsey's face and lightly touched her scabbing cut, where some scarring would surely occur. She snuggled closer against her wonderful, darling and saucy lover, and closed her eyes, falling into slumber.

****

A light caress across her cheek made Daisy open her eyes. She covered a yawn, stretched and blinked, bringing her room back in focus. The muted early morning shadows crossed over her bed, and she turned to look at Chelsey.

Chelsey lay awake on her side and placed her palm over Daisy's bruised cheek. She leaned in and kissed her softly across the lips.

"Why are you crying?" Daisy asked and touched her thumb over the corner of Chelsey's eye. Chelsey blinked as a tear fell down her cheek. She didn't say a word and kissed Daisy again.

Daisy rolled onto her back, and the sheet dipped low, exposing her naked breasts.

Chelsey's eyes grew bright, and she placed kisses over Daisy's nipples. She pushed her hand down and in between Daisy's legs, making her squirm as two fingers slid into her core.

"Chelsey," she moaned. Her eyes flickered shut.

"Hush now, Daisy. Let me love you one last time before I leave."

Chelsey suckled on one of Daisy's breasts while she circled Daisy's pussy lips and pinched her clit. Daisy let out a sob, and Chelsey kissed her way up Daisy's throat, lapping away at the salt on her skin.

Daisy held Chelsey tightly and, when she started to come, Chelsey pushed in a third finger and pressed her forehead against Daisy's. They both stared at one another intently until, with a final shudder, Daisy fell apart in Chelsey's arms.

They shared deep, tongue-licking kisses until the first morning rays began to lighten up the room.

Sometime later, Chelsey sat up. Daisy grabbed hold of her neck. "Please don't leave me, Chelsey. I can't go on without you!"

Chelsey let out a light snort and tapped her finger on Daisy's chin. "Life will go on for you, princess. No need for dramatics now. Before you can blink, I will be back to take you away."

"You promise?" Daisy leaned up and kissed Chelsey again, trying to pull her back down.

"Daisy, I must go." Chelsey gave her one last peck on her lips. "If I stay much longer, I will be caught and possibly thrown into prison."

Daisy wiped her cheeks. Her tears continued to fall steadily.

Chelsey stood and held out her hand. "Come. Let us go over to your window. You can say goodbye and watch me climb down."

Daisy rose naked from her bed without a care and grabbed onto Chelsey's hand. They walked over to her window. Chelsey unlocked the latch and opened it. She closed her eyes and breathed in the humid morning air.

"It feels like it may be another warm one." She sat on the ledge and swung her leg over the sill.

Daisy held Chelsey's hand close against her breast. "You must promise to write me every day. Please,
please
do not forget me."

Chelsey brushed back on a strand of Daisy's hair from her shoulder. "Whatever you desire, my Daisy." She grabbed Daisy by the back of her head and nipped at her lips.

Daisy moaned and kissed Chelsey hard. Chelsey's teeth nicked her lip, causing it to bleed.

Chelsey lifted her head and pressed a finger over her bottom lip. Her finger came away with Daisy's blood.

"I have marked you," Daisy said in a low voice and held out a hand to touch Chelsey's face again. But at the last moment she backed away and wrapped her arms around her waist.

Chelsey licked her finger and lips. "Take care, princess. Always remember me."

"But of course I will remember you! Why would you say such a thing? We will see each other soon."

Chelsey gave Daisy a playful grin and swung her other leg over the side. She took hold of the wooden trellis and climbed her way down the side of the house.

Tuck let out a low cry. Daisy moved to the side and watched Chelsey’s descent. When she reached the bottom safely, Daisy released a gust of air she had been holding and covered her mouth with a shaking hand as Chelsey glanced around. With one final wave up at Daisy's bedroom window, she sprinted across the field and down the dirt path. She never turned back.

Daisy kept watch until Chelsey vanished from sight.

Daisy slid down the wall and pressed her face against her folded knees. Deep sobs overtook her as she wept. When all her tears were spent, she lay on the cool, dusty floor, breathing deeply.

She eventually wiped her face and stood as the bright sun rose in the sky.

Daisy looked out over the vast fields and valleys. "I love you so much, Chelsey," she whispered.

She waited by the window the rest of the morning and late into the evening. When her father finally unlocked her bedroom door, she was still standing vigil.

Day after day, week after week, Daisy waited for word from Chelsey. It never came.

A year to the day after Chelsey’s departure, after all four seasons had passed, Daisy still waited.

When her father passed away from a stroke more than five years later, Daisy still waited.

And there was never any letter sent. Or any message. And most importantly, no Chelsey.

Eight years later…

The cherry blossom tree standing in the middle of the garden was in full bloom. Bees buzzed around the sunflowers, and through the ankle-high grass, cicadas sang to one another in a symphony. Daisy sat on a bench behind the house, reading from one of her gardening books. She glanced up, taking in a deep breath, and lifted her face up to the shining sun on this spring day.

In a few hours she would have to play hostess, but for now she had a moment to herself, away from all the chores that she was responsible for as the lady of the house.

Soon enough she would be in charge of another household altogether, and that caused her stomach to tighten. To think at twenty-five she would finally be leaving her childhood home and running her own, one that was much larger and quite daunting.