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"You Charles, I want you."

Prompted by her words he made quick work of the buttons, pushing off the blouse and placing kisses along the newly exposed skin of her shoulder while his fingers ghosted over the top of her breasts. Her eyes closed but the gasps escaping her assured him of her enjoyment. Her corset was exposed now and he longed to see her, all of her, but from their current position it was impossible for him to continue.

"Elsie?"

"Mmhm?

He placed his hand on her cheek and she opened her eyes. The warmth of his gaze travelling through her body.

"Every touch is motivated by love. I adore you." She smiled at that, he had been listening. "I would like to touch you, to love you like you deserve to be loved."

She turned and placed a kiss to his palm. "You need to be loved as well."

"What I need is to love you, to show you how beautiful you are. May I?"

"Yes."

He made to get up, and she moved with him sliding off and standing back on the floor. He continued undressing her; her skirt was quickly discarded soon followed by her corset until she was standing in only her shift and stockings. He knelt before her, placing kisses above each knee while sliding his hands up her thigh to removed her stockings. As his fingers moved close to her heat, she began to quiver, the sensations almost overwhelming her before he slid the stockings to the floor. Her fingers quickly gripped his hair, an attempt to steady herself as she trembled beneath his caress. He stood and moved to her hair, deftly pulling out the pins until the strands were free to fall about her shoulders.

Charles was speechless. This angelic creature was offering herself to him, had chosen him over all others. She was still covered by the thin material of her shift but her wonderful curves were quite evident. The body that had only been hinted at by the material of her nightgown on the morning of their betrothal was now almost laid bare before him. He reached for her once more but paused.

She knew he was checking one last time, worrying, wanting her to feel safe. She drew him in for a kiss, tasting him until he was trembling with pleasure as well. His warm hands were resting on her shoulders, holding her close. She took a step back and in one swift movement pulled off her shift to bare herself to him.

Elsie had pictured this moment in her mind many times. When she'd thought of it she had worried about what he would think, of the wrinkles that adorned her body, of her stomach which wasn't as taut as it used to be, of the many imperfections that she noticed over the years. She felt none of it. He was gazing at her with such reverence, she had never felt this beautiful.

Charles had never wanted anything as much as he did in this moment. He needed to explore her, he wanted to touch every part of her, map out her beauty, commit each part to memory. He swept her up in his arms and gently laid her out on the bed.

He lay beside her on the bed; she turned towards him, their faces only inches apart. He ran his fingers through her hair and cupped her cheek as he placed a kiss to her forehead. He placed another to the side of her mouth as he spoke.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

He shifted now, pressing her to lie on her back as he moved above her. She relished the feel of his weight on top of her but yearned to feel his skin beneath her fingers. She opened her mouth to request he undress, but a moan escaped instead as his tongue stroked her nipple before sucking it deeply.

"Oh God."

Oh my goodness I'm finding this difficult to write. My first time writing any sort of intimate scene so if you have some suggestions or advice let me know. Also more than slightly intimidated by the amazing scenes I've read of others on this site. You people are so talented!

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