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Hot. Hot and wet on her sensitive nipple. Warm hands sliding over her skin, her man's weight pressing her into the mattress.
"I—I need you Charles. Oh-y-yes, I need to feel you."
A sharp tug on his hair, a hand on his arm. Dry material replacing wet heat as he slides back up her body.
Her tongue in his mouth, probing. Tasting.
Fingers fumble with his waistcoat as her tongue slides over his.
He pulls back for breath and she pushes forward, hands on his chest until they're both upright. She reaches for his buttons once more but he takes her hands, cradling them to him.
His breaths come heavily as he presses his forehead to hers, tries to calm himself as his eyes fall shut.
Her hands are still cradled in his as he leans back. One more moment and his eyes open. Dust floats around them, catching the light from the window. It twirls about, dancing in a celebration of their love. Her blue eyes are shining now and he loses himself in their depths.
She instructs with her hands. A caress to his cheek, a tug on his shirt. It stirs him, but it's her whispered words that move him to action.
"Charles please."
Efficient fingers work at buttons, removing the barriers that separate them. Waistcoat gone, shirt and vest thrown aside, her lips are pressed to his jaw, his pulse point, as delicate hands glide over his newly exposed skin. He lets her explore, pleasure filling him as she strokes the hair on his chest, tentatively glides her tongue over his nipple.
He's overwhelmed. So filled with love for the woman before him, with the need to know she will be safe and happy always.
A hand cups her chin and she straightens just before he pulls her to him, crushes her body to his.
He's so warm, soft, safe. Enveloped by him, her breasts are pressed to his bare chest and she cries out at the sensation. They breathe together, scents mingling as they cling to each other in the heart of their new home.
Her hands are clutching his back and she feels wetness, realizes her tears are falling, sliding down his skin. Hands ease her back as his lips catch her remaining tears; follow the drops as they roll down her body, caught by her breast and the softness of her stomach. He tastes every one, caressing her skin with his lips and tongue.
A moan escapes her and he growls in response, the rumble sending a rush of moisture to her centre. "Oh!" Lips latch onto a nipple, fingers move down her body coaxing her to lie back as he hovers above her.
She tastes so good. He continues to lavish her breasts, nipping, sucking, lapping at them.
Her responses, her moans –God they arouse him so. The salt of her sweat, the curve of her breast, her fingers in his hair pressing him to her- he needs to be closer, lowers his weight and she opens her legs in response, cradling him between her thighs.
All is still for a moment as he turns and presses his ear to her chest. He can hear the steady beat of her heart, can feel it pulsing through him. Lips caress the skin protecting the precious organ as he shifts his weight to one side, careful not to crush her. Still cradled between her thighs he gently caresses her breast.
Her back arches as fingers stroke her and her sex presses into the warmth of his stomach.
"Charles, m-more, I need – yes-" The friction was heaven. Tossing her head back against the mattress she could feel him move, feel him lift off of her.
She almost cries out in frustration before hands ghost down her body, fingers move across her breasts, down her stomach, stopping before they reached her heat.
"Elsie, look at me darling"
Her eyes open and she looks at her man, bare chested, still in his trousers watching her with a question in his eyes.
"Yes, Charles I want you"
Fingers trail through the coarse curls covering her sex and she arches her back, craving more, but they dart away, stroke her inner thigh before sliding down her legs.
She gasps in surprise as he scoops her up in his arms and places her on the edge of the bed, legs hanging over the side.
She sits up, strokes his chest as he stands between her legs, but he's not still for long. Their lips meet in a kiss before he nips at her neck, pulls her ear lobe between his teeth.
He moves down, lavishes her breasts with his tongue, hes so taken with them, so soft -the way her nipples pebble when he strokes them. Fingers stroke over her folds, touch her heat.
"Yes-oh darling-Charles-" but it's too much, it's so much –her hand moves over his, presses his fingers to her, holds them still against her heat.
He stays motionless for a moment, resting his cheek on her shoulder before removing his hand.
A gasp escapes her at the loss of contact and he pulls back to look at her once more.
Her centre is throbbing now, she feels something building, a tension, something she desperately needs but she doesn't know what.
She pulls him to her, kisses him with all she has and grinds against him.
His hands move to her head, fingers twine in her hair and suddenly all he can smell is her scent, her arousal. It's incredible. He sinks to his knees, presses a kiss to her stomach then settles lower.
He kisses her inner thigh, its trembling, she's trembling under his touch. Fingers run through his hair and he looks up at her one last time.
She looks at him through heavily lidded eyes, chest heaving as their eyes lock.
She is aroused, so very aroused she has never felt this way before, her body is on fire, the flames coursing through her veins. Desperately, desperately she wants him to touch her, but she can't help but feel exposed. His face only inches from her.
He kisses her thigh again, hands stroke her calves. His gaze travels, moves to look at her most intimate part and she watches, waits for his reaction. She trembles now, not just from his touch but from nerves. Their eyes meet once more; it is a look so full of love, a look of awe and devotion.
Need. Desire. These things are shining through. He wants it. He wants her. She nods her head, gives the permission he seeks and he can wait no longer.
"Yes. Oh—oh God! My man –CHARLES!"
He caresses her slick, silky folds with his tongue, tasting her for the first time. So good - her taste-he buries his face in her, stroking, lapping at her, drinking in her essence. Fingers are pressing him closer, forcing him to her but he needs no coaxing.
She falls back on the bed, hips moving as she clutches the mattress, thrusting towards him but there's an arm holding her still, restricting her movements.
The feel- the feel of his tongue. The sounds, she could hear him, hear him drinking her in, groaning at the taste of her.
"How? Ye-oh- please love-"
He couldn't get enough, this was it, this was where he wanted to be. Tongue stroking his goddess, worshiping her, tasting her, making her cry out in pleasure.
He listened, found the spot that made her hips thrust, sucked on the bundle of nerves that brought her more pleasure.
"yes yes yes YES!"
Her legs wrapped around him, thighs pressing him to her as she tumbled over the edge, inner muscles spasming.
He stopped for only a moment as her legs went slack, waves of pleasure rolling through her.
He pulled her further off the bed, pulled her to him, legs over his shoulders now.
"Ch-Charles, wha- ah."
He continued to taste her, hands stroking her, caressing a nipple, tongue pushing into her, lapping at her juices bringing her to the edge once more as he savoured her sweet nectar. He heard her scream his name as she climaxed for the second time.
He eased her legs off his shoulders. Bringing his hand to his face he wiped off some of her essence.
Entirely sated and exhausted, she lay slack against the mattress.
"Elsie?"
Standing before her now was her man, looking unsure of himself. She knew he was worried about her. She reached for him, quelling his fears.
Sitting next to her he grasped her hand in his, pulling her to his chest, and resting his chin in her hair. After a few moments she had recovered enough to speak.
"I love you so very much Charles."
"I love you too my darling."
Pressed against him, could feel his arousal still straining against his trousers.
Her fingers gently caressed his chest. "That was lovely."
"Lovely?"
"Yes, lovely, incredible, and so very satisfying I can't possibly find the words to describe it."
"Only that?"
She slapped his chest at his teasing and leaned back to look at him. A self-satisfied smile adorned his face and she chuckled at the adorable expression.
"Well now Mr. Carson, what are we going to do about you?" At the question in his expression she tilted her head in the direction of his arousal.
Suddenly embarrassed, he shifted in discomfort. "Elsie, I-I didn't do that so that you would- I don't expect you to- do anything. I wanted to – to do that, I desire you so—I-"
"-I know Charles, I know that but—" fingers gently pressed to her mouth halted her sentence.
"Elsie, I will be fine. It brings me immense pleasure and satisfaction to see you happy. I would like – I mean, that is – if you would like to -. I would like to wait until we are married."
He sat there looking at her. Such a kind man, a decent man, loving, giving – her gentle giant. Her fingers caressed his cheek as she placed a kiss to his forehead.
"Of course. Of course my man, we will wait."
Her lips pressed to his for one last kiss before she moved off the bed and started gathering her clothes.
"Now come on then, get dressed."
She was moving with a sense of urgency, gathering his clothes and handing them to him.
His hand reached for her, but she spun away before he could grab her.
"What's the rush love?"
Her hands went to her hips as she turned to face him, a stern expression on her face.
"Really Charles, we're going to see a man about a wedding."
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