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Enjoy this smutty chapter :)

*sings* and it's 1.30 AM agaaaaaain, and I'm a loseeeer


Seven.

Elsie ascended the stairs hesitantly, stopping every three or four steps as if colliding with an invisible barrier.

What if he rejected her? What if he had changed his mind and didn't want her to join him?

She shook head and stepped higher on the stairs, attempting to break the barriers her own self was building up.

She reached the bathroom door and turned the doorknob, peeping in uncertainly.

Charles was lying in the water, one arm stretched out on the edge of the bathtub, the other tracing patterns through the soap bubbles, his head lolling to one side.

Upon hearing the door opening, he turned to face her, taking in her beautiful body covered with her simple nightgown. Her hair was still arranged in a braid, as was her custom before heading to bed, although a few strands escaped from it.

"You came," he commented in a soft and slightly relieved tone.

She raised an eyebrow. "You didn't think I would follow you up here?"

"I don't know," he replied sincerely.

Elsie lowered her eyes.

No, he didn't know. And how could he, when they had just gone through a period of distance, uncertainty and rejection?

She sighed. "Well, I'm here now. I came in the end."

Charles smiled widely. "Yes, you did."

He reached out for her, expending his arms out of the tub. "Come here."

She wavered. "Is it big enough for two?"

"I think it is, yes. Anyway, we will discover it only if you enter."

She obliged, stopping in front of the tub to untie her dressing gown and let it pool at her feet.

As his jaw dropped, Elsie blushed in self-consciousness, playing with the end of her braid with her nervous hands.

Without taking his eyes off her, he helped her getting into the tub and sit in the water, opposite to him.

Once she was settled without problems, the tub being spacious enough for two, to the delight of both, he spoke. "So."

"So," she echoed, deliberately avoiding looking at him.

She was embarrassed and she hated it.

He was her husband, for goodness sake, what they were about to do was normal, they had always done it. She supposed one could call it stage fright. They hadn't made love in quite a long time and what happened a few hours before had been completely unexpected but still, it had felt completely natural. Now though, they both knew how this situation was going to end.

He took her hands in his and pulled slightly at her wrists, urging her to raise her head.

After a moment of hesitance, she did. He was looking at her with kind and warm eyes, full of concern.

"I do not want to pressure you," he explained. "If you don't want..."

"Oh, sod it," she thought vehemently.

Elsie interrupted him by launching herself in his arms, splashing a great amount of water out of the tub.

She locked her arms around his neck and stared into his eyes, assisting carefully to his reaction.

His expression changed quickly from concerned to astonished.

If anything, she had managed to surprise him.

Their faces were very close, their noses almost bumping into one another, their breaths mingling together.

Elsie's bosom heaved with emotion, her nipples grazing the skin and hair of her husband's chest.

"Are you sure?" he asked carefully, taken aback by her behaviour.

She nodded vigorously, moistening her lips in anticipation.

Charles swallowed at the sight and felt himself hardening.

She must have felt that too, for she drew her face impossibly closer to his, their lips almost touching.

He leaned in as she did and their noses bumped.

Elsie laughed nervously and tilted her head a bit to kiss him, but he tilted his head in the same way, at the same time.

When they repeated the exact thing for the third time, she took his face in her hands, sighing in exasperation, and kissed him squarely on the mouth.

He instantly tightened his grip on her, drawing her closer still. She straddled his body, feeling his erection press against her stomach.

Elsie opened her mouth to his tongue, letting him explore it while she pressed against his body, making him groan and close his eyes in pleasure.

Then she suddenly inserted one hand in the water, gripping him and stroking him gently.

Startled, he opened his eyes, astonished for the second time that day.

She smirked and touched his tip carefully, her fingertips feeling like feathers on his sensitive skin, before encircling his shaft with her hand, moving it up and down more vigorously.

He reclined his head with a long moan and she took the chance to kiss him on his neck, while continuing her ministrations.

"Elsie..." he murmured, almost pleadingly.

But she was unstoppable. It was as if something had pulled her trigger, unleashing her passion and provoking her present reactions.

She was a bird freed from his cage, a prisoner that sees the sun again after decades of darkness.

Charles couldn't deny he was liking every minute of it.

He cupped her breasts with his hands, teasing her nipples with his fingers, but she swatted his hands away, with a look of reprimand on her face.

"But..." he protested childishly.

"Don't talk, Mr Carson. We'll talk later," she silenced him.

Taking hold of him once again with one hand, she lowered herself slowly onto him, leaning on the bathtub edge with one arm to sustain her body.

They both groaned deeply at the feeling, he incased in her warm slit, she stretching in order to accommodate to his large member.

When she started to move, he gripped her buttocks, kneading her flesh, as she pressed herself flat on his chest, tangling her fingers in his hair, caressing the nape of his neck.

She was driving him hard, biting her lip, her breasts bouncing up and down and stroking his chest forcefully, her nipples tickled by his soft chest hair.

Ignoring her previous reaction, he bent his head to tease one of them with his tongue and she whimpered loudly, not bothering to stop him, but pulling away from him a bit.

She put her hands behind her to sustain her weight while she moved in a new position, basking in the sensations this angle brought to her.

He grunted and took hold of her hips, helping her set the pace, this time not as hard as before.

Charles kissed the valley between her breasts, descending along her stomach to her navel, while she arched back into the water, her braid getting wet.

He then touched their joint with one of his fingers and, emboldened by her prolonged groan, he teased and tickled the area repeatedly.

Elsie put her arms again around his neck, moving with a harder pace, helped by his strong hands.

She heard her own breath coming in short rants and she knew she was close.

After moving her hips against his in circling motions, she raised herself slightly with her hands on his shoulders and sat down hard on him, crying out as her orgasm flooded through her in gentle waves, bringing Charles over the edge with her.

She slumped against his chest as she caught her breath, while he caressed her bare back with long strokes, feeling her hot breath tickling his ear.

After the hectic beating of her heart had subsided, she pulled back, glancing at his face.

He was looking at her with the most loving expression she had ever seen.

She sighed as she cupped his face in her hands, her eyes glimmering with tears.

What had she done to deserve him? To deserve this handsome, patient and kind man?

Elsie touched her lips with his in a long and gentle kiss, trying to convey all her love for him, even if it wasn't enough, it would never be enough.

But wasn't showing their feelings for each other concretely what they had always done?

Hadn't she done the same thing by making love with him?

The thought of having displayed the depth of her love for Charles at least a bit comforted her, for she knew very well they would have to go through a long chat afterwards... and she wasn't ready for it at all.


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