His eyes were wide, She put the other hand to her other breast and pushed them together. Moving her hands in small circles, nails digging gently into her own flesh.
His wife made him look up at her with a small twitch of her body.
He caught her eyes, swallowed hard and licking his lips a hungry look on his face.
'You like that, do you?' She raised an eyebrow at him.
Elsie moved one hand and laid it over his member and started rubbing slowly up and down, pinching her palm over it. All the while continuing fondling her own breast.
She felt such power over him, had he felt that way when he made her go to pieces just then. She was glad that now she had the power in her hand, quite literally.
Oh but there was so much more she could do to her husband. She could tease him in so many ways. Her fantasies about him had so many ways of beginning. She wanted to play out every single one of them.
Considering how their marriage has gone so far, she felt sure her new husband would want her to. She couldn't shock him, only please him.
Charles had just revealed a most shocking indecent fantasy of his own.
'The servants hall, oh how naughty of him!'
Once again she felt he needed a reward. She got up and sat down on her knees besides him, level with his manhood. He threw her a questioning look. She smiled at him, she was going to do it.
Elsie made her husband lie on his back and moved over him. It was quite daunting, she didn't know quite how to begin. She simply placed her hands arounds his erection. How big he was, how her hands fitted perfectly on him.
She leaned down and kissed the very top lightly.
He twitched in her hands.
'Elsie, Els…I… you..' He tried to speak.
By now his wife had removed one hand and licked the smooth skin where it had lain. Marvelling at how hard it felt but also how soft it felt, all at the same time.
Oh he felt so good, tasted like nothing she could think of, compare it with. He tasted like him. She licked and kissed up and down his shaft. Noticing that when she swipes her tongue across the top he would, and it would, twitch.
Charles was panting hard, his face screwed up. Hands grasping down on the bedsheets.
Elsie halted, Charles was catching his breath.