"Put me down Charles Carson! You will break your back and I will never forgive you!" Elsie cried as Charles continued caring her while rushing across the busy street.
"I will not set you down young lady," he said, tears threatening his eyes, "until you are safe inside our home!"
His tone booked no argument and so Elsie pushed her face into his neck, inhaling the delightful scent of her lover that she had so terrible missed. The scent she thought she might never smell again. It was a mixture of sweat, cologne and a certain masculine power she always sensed when she was with him.
Finally he arrived at their door, giving it a gentle kick it gave easily and he carried Elsie inside with ease.
"We are inside now my man, please put me down!" she said.
Her tone now booking no argument, he gently set her down and kissed the top of her head.
"Elsie…" he began to mumble.
"I know dear, I know."
"I cant even think what…"
"Sh…love not now. Tomorrow we will talk but all I want now is to go lay in my own bed, with my own dear sweet man." She whispered stroking the side of his face.
"Of course." He said taking her hand in his and leading her up the stairs to their bedroom.
Elsie wasn't sure why she was suddenly so nervous. They had been together before, he had already seen her completely undressed but for some strange reason she couldn't ignore the butterflies in her stomach. With trembling fingers she began to unbutton her blouse.
Charles eyes grew wide when he noticed the obvious tremor of her hands as she worked the buttons as quickly as she could.
"Elsie dear, we…um…we can go slow. We don't have to in fact, we can just lay together. I just want to hold you." He said a silly smile climbing onto his face with the last line.
"Oh love. I want you. Some nights all I could dream about was you and your hands, your body and mine together but…for some reason whenever I dreamed of it it always felt like something that was out of reach, something I would never have again. I tried not to lose hope Charles, truly I did but…such a cold uncaring place…it can play horrible tricks on a persons mind…"
He crossed the room and puller her into his embrace, shushing her gently as his large hands stroked her back.
"You are safe love. I am here and you are safe." He whispered.
"Oh my darling man." She said softly, tightening her hold around his middle.
After a while her arms relaxed, and his soft ministrations on her back slowed.
"Lets go to bed." She whispered, taking his hand and leading them towards the bed.
It occurred to Charles Carson as he lay over her, his great bulk between her trembling thighs, surging and rearing into her, that he had wasted an inexcusable amount of his lifetime not making love.
As Elsie firmly pressed her heels into his clenched buttocks, urging his powerful thrusts on, sweat falling from his brow and covering her heaving breasts he knew the truth. It would not have been making love with anyone else but Elsie. While he had enjoyed some pleasures of the flesh in his life, this feeling was supreme.
In this moment he found a beautiful woman beneath him, welcoming, begging him even, to enter her body. The one thing that was hers, truly hers alone and she was sharing it with him, and in turn of course he was sharing his body with her. He was laying tribute at her feet, a tribute to her beauty and power, a tribute to the love he felt over flowing in his heart.
As he watched her eyes close and her head roll back, feeling her arch beneath him, he wished desperately he could go back in his life. That he could grab that young man who only thought of promotions and silver platters and tell him the greatest thing he would ever experience was the beautiful Scottish girl sitting across the table from him at every meal.
Charles Carson wished, harder than he ever had before that he could have gone back and spent the last few decades of his life making love to Elsie Hughes.
The scratching of her nails down his back pulled him painfully back to reality and the moans, turning to screams of ecstasy from her tasty lips made clear in his mind what the purpose of the rest of his life would be. He would devote the rest of his days to her and nothing else.
With that thought suddenly the damn inside him burst and he let out a great shout throughout the house before he collapsed on top of her.
"Oh God Charles!" Elsie cried from beneath him.
"Oh love, I'm sorry, just give me a little help and I'll roll over." He said, his limp muscles trying to gather the strength to heave his body off of her.
"No, no Charles," she said chuckling and tightening her arms around him. "That isn't what I meant at all love."
"But I must be crushing you." He said still struggling to get up.
"You are doing nothing of the sort. In fact I've been dreaming of your weight on top of me." She said stroking his back and relishing in the feeling of their skins pressed into each other.
"You must tell me the moment I am too heavy." He whispered as he laid his head down upon her bosom.
"I promise I will. Though it may take a very long time." She said smiling to herself.
Elsie looked around the bedroom that she had dreamt about every night she'd been in jail. She had dreamed how lovely it would look once she was back inside it with the man she loved. She dreamed of its bright colors and crispy autumn breezes flowing through the curtains. But as she looked around a sense of dread overcame her. Yes this was the room where their loving had started, but somehow she didn't feel safe anymore. At any moment someone could come through their front door and rip them apart forever and that thought chilled her to the bone. Softly rubbing a hand across his back, a tear fell from her eye as she wished against wishes that they could have been in any other bed in the world except the one in their bedroom. A bedroom that had forever been tainted by the harsh hand of fate and the cruel thoughts of man.