Since asking for Elsie's hand in marriage, Charles had settled into thinking of their wedding night strictly in the abstract, merely viewing it as a potential pleasant occurrence that would happen in the future.
A quick glance forward in anticipation now and again, but best not to dwell on it too much.
Charles knew that unlike all the other aspects of his life, paying attention to details, fleshing out those thoughts and giving them description…well, that way madness lies.
He had known his control was wavering, the very fact that he had allowed himself to touch her, given himself permission to squeeze her hand, twice today alone…Charles knew it was a dangerous game.
A game that he had lost as soon as Elsie's beautiful lips, stained darker by the wine, closed deliciously around the word she had so boldly spoken in his company.
Aroused.
He felt it more than anything, the images flying out of his subconscious and into the forefront of his mind, each individual one slamming into him with the force of a blow to his chest.
Twenty years of repressed lust, millions of sensory bits he had discarded out of necessity for his survival.
Elsie passing him in the hallway, the subtle sound of her dress rubbing against her body as she moved, the light smell of her hair as it passed under his nose.
The pressure of his knee accidentally brushing up against hers at the dinner table, an accident but not so much…the catch of her breath and the blush upon her cheeks evidence that it affected her as much as it did him.
Hundreds of nights waking up in his bed, alone, his manhood full and aching with the need to complete whatever act he had started to perform on Elsie in his dreams.
Finding himself completely overtaken, Charles had no choice but to surrender.
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Elsie felt the shift in the air before she registered his movements.
A sense of alarm had her jumping up from her chair, the jolt of nervous energy forcing her body upright. She didn't know quite what was coming, but experience had taught Elsie that you were better prepared standing up than sitting down.
Charles was on her in a flash, his body moving quicker than someone of his size should have been able. Crushing her to his body, his hands found her face, pulling her in to press his mouth to hers.
Vaguely, Elsie knew she should be scandalized, or at least a tad hesitant to participate in what she was pretty certain was about to occur.
Really, she should be.
Her body, on the other hand, had different ideas about decorum than her mind.
Arms wrapping around his neck, Elsie relaxed completely into her Charlie's hold, delighting in the feel of his mouth on hers. He devoured her, wanting to pull her essence into his lungs and make her the very air he breathed.
They moved as one across the floor, stopping only when they reached the edge of her desk.
Feeling faint, Elsie turned her head slightly, gasping roughly into Charles's neck. Not stopping, just changing paths, he continued his sucking, biting, nibbling trail of kisses down the side of her neck.
Elsie shivered with the pleasure of it all, her body reacting to the unfamiliar sensations by heating and pulsing all over. Between her legs was the worst, her center seeming to pound and throb with each beat of her heart.
Grasping her bottom firmly, Charles surprised her by picking her up with steady hands and placing her on the edge of the desk. She moaned, her legs parting and wrapping around Charles's waist, pulling him close.
"God, Elsie," he said, his hands roughly pushing away her skirts to slide up her bare legs and thighs.
She lay back, hearing herself murmuring encouragement as he found her knickers and simply pulled them down and off, not even taking the time to untie them properly.
The air was a shock on her overheated sex, the wetness there enhancing the feeling of being completely exposed.
Charles wanted to weep with joy, the evidence of Elsie's excitement making him feel both reassured and proud at the same time.
That part of her was as beautiful as the rest, the curly hair the same color as what was on her head. Her knees relaxed and fell apart, letting him know she trusted him implicitly with her body.
Understanding and appreciative of the gift he had been given, Charles moved forward and placed a reverent kiss above her mound, his eyes meeting hers over the plane of her belly.
Until this moment, while she had both read and heard the word 'erotic,' Elsie Hughes had never truly grasped its meaning. The sight of her beloved man caressing her very center with his eyes, coupled with that tender kiss…it was simply too much.
Emotion choked her, and all she could manage was a brief nod to Charles before she threw her head back and squeezed her eyes shut to stop the tears from coming out.
Charles parted her with his tongue, inhaling her scent and tasting her need. A feeling of rightness clicked into place inside of him, his brain imprinting every sound Elsie made, every subtle shudder and shiver into his memories.
He would remember this, this monumental first time of giving her pleasure, for the rest of his life.
God, what a lucky, lucky man he was.
Unable to wait, too lost with lust to go slow, Charles lapped at her firmly and steadily until he felt her legs tense around his shoulders.
Doubling down, he focused on the tight ball of nerves at the top of her sex, satisfaction humming through him as he felt her clench tightly and heard her cries.
Elsie didn't know what she had expected, but whatever it was, it couldn't possibly compare to the reality of what was actually happening.
She didn't have time to prepare for it, the orgasm simply overtaking her with no build up. It hit her like a wave, taking her breath and making her body seize under Charles's tender ministrations.
She shuddered powerfully, once, twice.
Three times.
Then before she could catch her breath, Charles entered her in a smooth glide.
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Electricity shot through Elsie, the hot thickness of Charles's sex triggering another orgasm to start deep within her.
Choking out a sob, Elsie blindly reached up with her hands, desperate to grasp onto something and anchor herself before the intensity swirled her away.
Charles caught her in his arms, pulling her close, his mouth finding hers again as his hips began a rhythm of their own.
Fingers plunged into his hair, the sharpness of her nails scratching on his nape sending a streak of raw lust straight to the base of his spine.
Elsie was panting into his mouth, her tiny sounds of pleasure traveling right to his groin.
Charles saw a shower of sparks as his release mercifully gripped him.
He came to wrapped around his love, Elsie kissing what he soon realized were tears from his cheeks.
Self-recriminations starting flying around his mind, the rush of embarrassment and guilt making him fully aware of what had just taken place.
He tried to slip out of her without drawing attention to it, the shame screaming at him, demanding he put some space between them.
Feeling him pulling away, Elsie tightened her thighs, thwarting any attempt he made to distance himself.
Confused by her resistance, Charles dared a look at her, surprised at the calmness of her features and the bright light in her eyes.
Meeting his gaze, her mouth lifted in a sunny smile, the happiness reaching her eyes and spilling outwards, the overflow seeming to bathe him in warmth.
"That was wonderful."
Punctuating her statement with a tender kiss, Elsie paused to savor the enjoyment of rendering the indomitable Charles Carson speechless.