Chapter 52

Dessert continues.

Charles took her hand leading her through the house. At the hallway where their rooms were he paused, looking down at her, "Which room would you prefer?"

Pulling him lightly, she led him to her room. As she opened the door she smiled back at him, "There's a fire already lit in mine. We might never have to leave the bed."

He laughed, shocked and delighted at her words. His hand in hers he let her lead him to the bed. At the side of the bed she pushed him slightly. He sat on the edge of the bed, reaching for her. She easily batted away his hands before capturing one.

Gently removing one cufflink, she kissed the inside of his wrist before placing his hand on her hip, sighing as he squeezed gently. Taking his other hand she kissed each of his knuckles as she deftly removed the other cufflink. As he moved to place his hand on her other hip to pull her to him she took a step away. She placed his cufflinks carefully on the nightstand. Smiling at him, still out of reach, she reached up and slowly pulled the pins from her hair. It fell like silk to her shoulders, cascading down her back.

His gasp made her smile as she stepped back between his legs. She pushed his shirt away from his shoulders then helped him remove each arm. Again she stepped away, carefully folding his shirt and hanging it over the back of a chair.

He watched her, moving so freely, undressing him so casually. He wanted to pull her to him but felt he needed to let her set the pace. At least with this slower pace he felt he might have some control over his arousal. Her nails raking across his bare skin as she lifted his undershirt notched up his arousal, letting him know there was no chance of control. He lifted his arms letting her pull it over his head. She stepped closer to him and suddenly her scent enveloped him. All thoughts of letting her set the pace melted away.

Elsie felt him tense when she stepped between his legs to slide his shirt over his head. His inhale of breath excited her. She tightened her grip on his shirt, capturing both hands with his shirt. Leaning in she nipped at his lips, capturing his lower lip between her teeth. She pushed into him, her chest lightly brushing his naked chest, delighting in the moan she felt rumble through him.

He felt her tighten the shirt around his hands and let her have her moment of control. He could have easily escaped but knew she was telling him things about herself with her little game. When her lips touched his then her teeth grasped his lower lip, it took all of his restraint not to break free of her grasp. The feel of her shirt against his bare chest was another test. He groaned with restraint as he pushed towards her, trying to deepen her kiss.

She pulled back when she felt him press forward, enjoying her teasing game. Her tongue lapped across his lips, soothing where she had nipped at him. His mouth opened, begging for her to kiss it. She leaned forward, let him feel her breath on his lips. Then as his eyes clothes and he moved forward she deftly moved to the side. Her lips caressed his cheek, finding their way to his ear. She teased his earlobe, licking then biting.

He buried his face in her hair, luxuriating in the feel of it. He would gladly let her tease him for as long as she wanted if he could stay buried in her hair. It slid like water across her skin, finally falling away. He chased after it and found the bare skin of her neck. Opening his mouth he latched onto her neck, caressing it with his tongue, sucking, teasing, pressing.

He was rewarded for his efforts by a gasp, then a whimper as he sucked harder at her neck. One of her hands dropped from where they had been holding his own arms captive. Her fingers grasped his head, pulling on his hair, arching her neck to get more attention from his greedy mouth.

He snaked one hand free from its prison. Slowly he moved it into her hair, tangling into it, pulling her closer. She stepped deeper between his legs, he tightened them around her, holding her firmly to him. His free hand began to move from the tangle of her hair, caressing the back of her neck before tracing a blazing trail to the front of her blouse. Quickly, he unbuttoned it and claimed his reward of her naked skin. His warm hand splayed across her stomach made her drop her grip on his shirt, freeing his other hand.

She gasped at the heat of his hand on her bare skin. The hand which had been holding his shirt released, she pulled him to her, trying to wrap herself around him. He caught her with his free hand, used his body to bend her backward over his leg. His mouth which had been sucking on her neck moved steadily lower.

Tightening her grip on his hair, she tried to guide him, needed to kiss him, needed to feel his lips against hers. He let her pull at his hair, ignoring her guidance, knowing what she wanted, but he wanted something else first. Opening his eyes he spared a quick glance at the item she was wearing beneath her blouse. It was lacy and silky and absolutely captivating. With no idea how to remove it, he lowered his head taking the firm peak he could see clearly through the material into his mouth.