Rating: M
Disclaimers: forgot to out one on the last chapter but by now you know the drill; see part 1.
A/N: Daddy needed a little TLC!
Margaret began to plant butterfly kisses all over his face making a point not to kiss his lips. During this sweet torture, Charles was busily trying to open her blouse, which was made more difficult given that his eyes were closed.
When his hands made contact with her soft skin, he could not suppress a deep groan. Margaret planted more kisses down the middle of his face until she was back to his lips which is where he wanted her to be. The two stood kissing each other for several minutes while Margaret undid the buttons of Charles shirt. She loved his chest and shoulder and made wide, sweeping circle motions with her hands which only spurred him on. He found the button and zipper on her skirt and made fast work of opening both, letting the soft material fall to the floor. It was when she reached for his belt buckle that he finally spoke.
"Let's move this activity to the bedroom," and with that, he swept her into his arms and carried her to his room.
He gently put her down on the bed and leaned forward until he was braced over her, one hand on each side of her shoulders. He continued to kiss her passionately and she returned to his belt buckle which she skillfully opened. She could feel him against her leg and this only fuel her desire for him.
"Oh Charles," she groaned as he lifted the slip over her head. She was now only clad in her underwear, a lovely ivory lace set and had Charles not needed her so, he would have stopped to admire. He gently cupped her breast and massaged it, knowing full well how much she loved that.
She cupped him through his trousers and gave him a slight squeeze which caused him to stop his ministrations and close his eyes.
"Oh Margaret," he groaned. "Anymore of that and things will be over far sooner than either one of us wants. She obligingly stopped but went back to the task of removing his clothing while he continued to massage. When she made contact with the silky hardness, he had to fight the urge to release. After taking a few calming breaths, he quickly undid her bra and threw the garment over his shoulder leaving her naked from the waist up.
"I forgot how beautiful you are," he said as she literally took his breath away.
"Thank you," she said blushingly.
He kicked the pants off from around his ankles which left only the thin material of Margaret's panties between them. Together, they slid this last barrier down her long legs and they joined the other articles on the floor.
He was ready to thrust into her when she chuckled, "Don't forget Charles, your proven."
He reached for one of the foil packs he had been given in the army and quickly opened it. Margaret took the condom from him and slid it down his erection. He groaned at the contact and immediately thrust home to her warm, moist center.
There foreplay had aroused Margaret so that it only took a few of Charles' strong thrusts before the waves of her release came over her. She arched sharply and called out his name which fueled on his own thrusting. Her released signaled that he was able to take his own pleasure. He continued to thrust into Margaret, the pace becoming faster and faster. He reached down to where they were joined and gently circled the little nub.
'Oh CHARLES, I'm SO CLOSE!" she exclaimed. This was the final stimulus he needed. He felt his own building pressure and they simultaneously found release, each calling the name of the other.
"Oh Charles," she groaned, "that was incredible."
"Margaret, I never want to be without you again," he said as he lay down beside her. He gently pulled her into his arm and reached for the blanket and the two promptly fell asleep.