Hey there! I hope you enjoy this chapter; the "action" is split into two parts so you'll have to wait for next chapter to finish reading it.
Also, I was thinking I might wrap things up as they are.
I didn't intend this to go over five-six chapters and look where I am now. I noticed I'm receiving less reviews so, although I can see several of you still love this (thanks for your support again) maybe it's starting to annoy you... anyway I was thinking of dragging this along for one or two chapters maximum.
What do you think?
Ten.
Elsie awoke slowly, as if Morpheus was shaking her from her drowsiness with gentle kisses.
She could feel the ghost of his lips on her skin, travelling along the inside of her thighs, his hair brushing and tickling her flesh.
Her lips curved upwards in a satisfied smile and she stretched her legs, feeling a more concrete presence between them. Her eyes snapped open and she gasped.
Something was moving under the covers, directly in front of her. Something that was bringing her quite a lot of pleasure.
She slipped a hand underneath the sheets and grasped a handful of soft hair, sighing loudly when he touched her labia with his lips.
"Charrrrrles," she purred, arching her back and tightening her grip on his scalp.
Elsie heard a laugh muffled by the covers.
"What... are you... doing?" she demanded while gasping for breath.
He didn't respond and she perceived him moving over her, kissing his way up on her body.
She shivered and bit her lip to keep from moaning, while he raised the hem of her nightgown higher.
"What are you...?" she stopped in midsentence when his head appeared from under the sheets.
He motioned with his eyes for her to remove her nightgown and she obliged silently, as if hypnotized by his eyes.
Charles exhibited a mischievous grin as he took her in, making her blush. He then lowered his head to kiss the valley between her breasts, before taking one of her nipples in his mouth.
She struggled for breath as he moved his tongue around it in circular motions, taking more of her flesh into his the warmth of his mouth.
Her hips buckled under his weight and she found herself attempting to escape from his grasp, from his lips on her breast, his tongue circling and teasing her nipple.
He was making her dizzy and she didn't like it.
It occurred to her he was probably trying to make her lose it all, he was making her pay for what she did to him the night before.
But Elsie wasn't going to surrender, no sir. She had to remain clear headed, she didn't want to give it up just because his lips, oh his lips!, felt so wonderful against her skin and made her shiver all over as they moved downwards.
She almost let out a soft plea as he reached her mound and started caressing it, his fingers ghosting over her skin, making her beg for more.
"Oh, please," she finally murmured.
She felt his smile against her skin, before he gently started sucking on her inner thigh.
As he worked his way up, Elsie sighed, regretting her actions of the previous night - well, not really regretting them. Not if they turned him on like this.
When he inserted one of his fingers in her she wasn't expecting it at all and let out a loud yelp, making him chuckle.
He hooked his finger inside her, moving it back and forth. She sighed in pleasure and shut her eyes tight, feeling her inner walls clench.
Charles continued his task experimenting, varying the pressure and the movements, keeping a steadying hand on her hips to stop them from buckling.
Elsie reached out for him blindly under the blankets, touching his head with her hands and gently pulling at his hair, trying to coax him into coming up and kissing her.
He obeyed and put his arms on either side of her, pinning her down on the mattress with his weight.
Charles then neared his face to hers for a kiss and she closed her eyes in anticipation... but his lips didn't touch hers.
He instead kissed her earlobe, gently teasing it before running his tongue on her ear shell, feeling her tremble in his arms.
He resumed his ministrations on her nipple, made swollen and oversensitive by his recent teasing. He draw back a little and gently blew over the area.
"Charles, please," she repeated again, having completely lost it.
She wanted him so badly she didn't even care if she couldn't resonate anymore. He was driving her wild.
She had lost, he had won.
He raised his head to look at her and gave her a tender smile. However, when she reached out to touch his face, he slipped away.
Getting off her, he sat on his side of the bed and put on his slippers, standing up to wear his dressing gown.
Elsie widened her eyes. "Where...?" she trailed off, aghast.
He glanced at her over his shoulder while tying his dressing gown around his body.
"I think I'll go and enjoy a long soak in the tub. See you later downstairs," he commented before exiting and closing the door after him.
Elsie sat up, indignant.
He was toying with her, that was for sure. She let out an irritated groan and let herself fall back onto the pillow.
That man was infuriating.
Staring at the ceiling, she couldn't tried desperately to ignore the tingle in her loins but it was impossible for her. The slow burning of her muscles was setting her on fire.
She bolted upright in bed and reached for her dressing gown, going out of their bedroom without even her slippers on.
She opened the bathroom door with a slam, finding him bent over the tub, checking the warmth of the water with his hands.
Charles turned at hearing the door banging and looked at her, standing in the doorway, cheeks flushed, eyes bright and hair escaping from her braid.
She neared him determinately, almost in the same way he had done with her the day before and she put her arms around his neck, before raising on her tiptoes and bringing her lips to his.
He took one step back to balance them both and wrapped his arms around her tightly.
Charles could feel her nipples straightening against the fabric of her clothing and it aroused him more than he could express.
She started fumbling with his dressing gown, clumsily attempting to untie it and then slipping it down his shoulders, pressing herself flush against him.
He couldn't stand it anymore and made short work of her layers as well, leaving her naked before him.
He stopped to admire her from his height level, the blue of her eyes, her curly brown hair, her supple rosy lips, her white neck, her chest and cleavage, the silk of her skin... she felt marvelous under his hands.
He couldn't bear the sight of this woman in his arms.
This time she had won and he had lost.
No, he corrected himself with a smile, they both had won.
They had overcome all the obstacles and difficulties in their rough and thorny path, together.
He couldn't be more happier. He finally could have her back in his arms, where she belonged: it all felt right, it all made sense now.
Their suffering only made this moment better, sweeter.
A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth and he turned his head to the bathtub, now filled with warm and steamy water.
"Shall we?" he demanded, cocking his head on one side and extending his hand to her.
She gladly took it.
As one fanwriter once said...
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