Dedicated to Bianca my Love
This is from Saving the Queen, by William F. Buckley. A very good spy novel. I must say he surprised me that he wrote the following:
Damn, he thought, fucking the QUEEN of England?? Somewhere in the back of Blackford Oakes' memory, in one of those trunks of unfiled information, he remembered a law that specified the crimes for which hanging was stipulated and recalled something dating back to the Treason Act in the fourteenth century about "violating" a royal figure. What about when you---he could not bring himself to think of the word under the circumstances---do IT with the damn Queen herself?
He sat down and, briefly, began to laugh....
Then Queen Caroline entered the room....
He rose, extended his hand, and brought her silently to the bed. She pulled away the covers, dropped her yellow gown, and lay on her back as with her left hand she turned off the bedlight. The flames from the fireplace lit her body with a flickering glow. She arched back her neck and pointed her firm breasts up at the ceiling, and he was on her, kissing her softly, saying nothing. Her thighs began to heave, and she said in a whisper, "Now." He entered her smoothly, and suddenly a wild but irresistible thought struck him, fusing pleasure and elation--and satisfaction. He moved in deeply, and came back, and whispered to her, teasingly, tenderly, "One."
And a second,
And third,
Fourth,
Fifth,
Sixth--her excitement was now explicit, demanding, but he exercised superhuman restraint--
Seven...
Eight--she was moaning now--
and, triumphantly, NINE!
And they collapsed into each other's arms in silence, with animated sobs coming from deep in Caroline's throat. Blackford drew out and in a voice kind, but gently stern, he whispered to her:
"Courtesy of the United States, my Lady."
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