Charles kneeled in front of her, hands at her ankles, eyes travelling over her body before he slowly started to make his way up her right leg, hands either side of it, gliding upwards, over her knee, getting dangerously close to 'her'.
His gently touch as he moves both stockings down, his big strong hands doing such delicate work. She can hardly take it, such adoration, lust filling her.
'Oh Charles!' She exclaims, rolling the r, taking him and herself by surprise.
He surveys her, she moves backwards onto the bed, laying herself down.
He can see her body yearning as she closes her eyes and grabs onto the bed sheets, knees pressed together.
As quickly as he can he undresses, admiring his wife, she still has her eyes closed, hands now tightly down her side. Charles moves onto the bed, in just his vest and pants, and lies down next to her, she rolls over against him at once. Moving her leg over his legs, Charles holds onto his wife tightly, one hand on her lower back.
He kissed her, a long passionate kiss, pausing for breath, she would kiss his chin, his cheeks and the top of his prominent nose. Looking down at her, he studies her face, her high cheek bones, the smattering of freckles, the way her blue eyes look so dark, but full of life, full of love.
He kissed her again, she pulled at him, he moves his hands to her bottom, rolling towards her a bit more.
She could feel all of him now, she moved against his erection, he responds by grasping her bottom more tightly, pulling her to him.
Feeling his hard member against her soft body, he feels he could lie like this forever, her warm form to him, her scent surrounding him.
She seems content to stay like this for a while too, not moving anymore. Until she shifts a little, moving the arm that's beneath her. It isn't the most comfortable way of lying but he doesn't care and neither does she it appears.
Both of them enduring the slight pain of lying on their arms, because of the pure pleasure of feeling the warmth and love radiating from the other.
My bride, my beautiful wife, he smiles to himself, lying here pressed to me, her head safely tucked under mine, her breath on my shoulder, her arm around me.
Elsie moves slightly again, moves her chest more squarely to his. Glad to know she isn't falling asleep, he suddenly becomes only too aware of her breasts pressing into his chest.
Charles wants to touch. Nervous to break apart and ruin this magical moment, their bodies so closely interlocked.
Maybe she is waiting for him to make a move, he is the man after all. He should take charge. Being in charge of so many workers, for so long at Downton, he feels he should be able to take charge here as well.