"Charles!" Elsie hollers, not realizing this is the first time she's used her husbands name. "Are you alright, love?" Her face is full of concern as she kneels down next to him in nothing but a thinly strapped bit of lace and silk, nearly the same color as her skin tone. He is sitting up, one arm behind him supporting him, the other across his lap. Her eyes follow along his body, looking for injury, but taking in every glistening inch of his naked form. She can feel the heat building within her. He's gorgeous. So solid and large, every part of him.
"If I could just." Charles mumbles as he reaches around her for the towel on the sink, bringing it back to his lap and covering himself as much as he could. "I'm fine. Just a bit of a scare I think. I just slipped getting out." He moves up a little, holding the towel tightly to himself as he tries to stand.
Elsie wraps her arms around him from behind and helps him to stand. "Oh let me, Mr. Carson. I don't want you..."
"No, no. It's fine. I'm fine. I'm all wet. I wouldn't want you getting soaked on my account." He offers with as much dignity as he can muster as he turns around to find her standing behind him and staring directly down at his bare bottom and smiling, even biting down hard on her bottom lip to keep from laughing.
He looks down at her, her slip of a nightgown now soaking wet and see through, clinging to her every curve. Her pink nipples showing through the thin fabric. The straps slipping down her softly freckled shoulders. "And just what is so funny, wife?" He teases her, smiling, still holding onto his towel for dear life. All nervousness vanishing as he takes in her beautiful, smiling face.
She releases her lip and laughs, a sparkling giggle erupting from her. "This isn't exactly how I imagined our wedding night, Mr. Carson." She slips out between giggles.
"Back to Mr. Carson so soon? Wasn't I Charles just a moment ago?" His voice is slow and deep, sending shivers down her spine as he raises his eyebrows at her and grins wickedly. "After all Elsie Hughes, you have seen my bottom. And I must say, it's not quite fair that I'm standing here like this, and you still have this flimsy little bit on." He says teasingly as his finger slips under the thin strap of her gown and pulls it from her shoulder.
In an instant, everything changes between them. They are no longer teasing, laughing. Elsie's smile is replaced by something deeper. Her eyes never leaving his, she shudders as his finger pulls her strap from her shoulder. "Take it off Charles." She commands softly.
He drops the towel at her command and both of his hands are on her now. His fingers at her hips, dragging the silk slowly up her body. His arousal grows between them and he watches her as her eyes lower from his to see what she's done to him. He knows he's a large man, and before she can be intimidated by the solid length and girth of him, he slides his hands underneath her gown and runs them along her hips, waist, just under her breasts. He raises the sticky, wet, silk, up further, causing her to raise her arms as he discards their final barrier and gathers her into his arms.
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I think that's all...maybe. Everyone knows what happens next, right? ;) xoxo