The dirtier chapter.
Please keep in mind that I'm not very good at writing these types of scenes, but I hope that you enjoy anyways. :)
Finally, the party was over and Becca and Charles were alone in his house.
Freddy had decided to stay in the guest house at Charlotte's tonight to give the two of them some privacy he felt that they needed.
While privacy was needed, it wasn't for the reasons Freddy probably thought it was, although Charles did need to address that as well.
Becca still didn't know of his feelings for her and he needed to tell her.
However, now that there were no other people around them, Charles felt awkward, like a teenager. It seemed as thought Becca did that to him a lot.
"So," she said, breaking the silence. She was still wearing her dress, but had removed the veil and let her hair fall down around her shoulders. "What do married couples in this time do on their first night after being wed?"
She had to ask, in that same innocent tone she had used to ask him the meaning of seduce all those months ago. That same tone that still filled him with desire and made him want to corrupt her.
He cleared his throat. "What do they do in 2152?"
Becca looked at him with a confused look on her face, but answered him all the same. "If we had been married in 2152, the first night we would have spent moving into our new government issued cohabitation home. We would eat our first meal together in solitude and then spend the evening reading or talking before going to our separate bedrooms. Is it the same in 1953?"
Charles blinked at the completely innocent marriage she had told him. That was not going to be their marriage, not one bit. He crossed the room and pulled her into his arms. "Not in the slightest," he responded before covering her lips with his own and lifting her into his arms.
He laid her out on the bed, never breaking the kiss as he covered her body with his own, midful not to scare her or crush her with his much larger body.
He pulled back and looked down into her eyes, hoping she wasn't terrified of him. Her own eyes were filled with lust, desire, love and curiosity, but no fear.
She lifted her hands and gently touched his face, smiling at him in that smile he had missed for so long. "Charles..."
Her kissed her again, trying to take it slowly so she could adjust to what was going on. Becca was a quick study it seemed and before he knew it he was on his back and she was covering his body with her own.
He didn't waste the opportunity and stated to undo the millions of buttons on the back of the dress. She broke the kiss and started dropping brief kisses down his neck, making it more difficult for him to undo the buttons as he concentrated on what she was doing.
"Just rip it, Charles," she whispered in a seductive tone he had never heard from her before. His body flooded with heat and he did just that, ripping the dress from her body. Buttons flew about the room but neither cared about it.
He touched her back, feeling the silky smooth texture of the silk slip underneath. It felt so good to be touching her. He flipped them so he was back on top and pulled the rest of the dress from her body, leaving her in just her stockings and the slip. Her hair fanned out on his bedspread and damned if that wasn't a seductive sight. He covered her again, her hands removing his jacket before working off his shirt, leaving him in nothing but his pants.
Her hands explored his body as did his. She was so soft under his hands, so smooth and perfect. He didn't want to wait, knew he had to take it slow. This was all new to her and he didn't want to overwhelm her all at once.
Then her hand brushed over the front of his pants. She gasped, he groaned before grabbing both her wrists and moving her hands to be trapped above her head against the bed.
"Becca," he whispered softly. "If you touch me there I won't last much longer."
That innocent tilt of her head, those inquisitive eyes. "What do you mean?"
She was so innocent, his blood heated as he thought that no other man had been this close to her before, held her like this, touched her. He kissed her again before moving one of his hands down her body before touching her in her most intimate of places. Her whole body arched against his at the touch, her silk covered breasts pressing against his naked chest. She cried out in both pleasure and shock.
He leaned down and placed a kiss on her collarbone. "Did you like that my little time-traveler?"
Becca didn't get a chance to respond before his fingers began to move against her slowly. He took pleasure in each moan and cry that she made at his touch. Her hips moved against his fingers. He hadn't touched her directly yet, but she was still responding to everything he was doing.
He released her arms, but she still kept them above her head, as if she hadn't realized she was free. He leaned down and took a silk covered nipple into his mouth and listened as Becca cried out his name.
He wasn't going to last if she did that too many times, but he couldn't help himself from trying. He moved her panties aside and slipped one finger into her body. Again, her body arched against his, pressing her breasts against him as if she was trying to melt their bodies together. "Charles!"
How he wanted to just remove the rest of their clothes and connect them, but he knew he had to take it slower. He didn't want to hurt her.
Using his fingers, he stroked her body the way he wanted to do so with his own. He listened to every moan and cry she made as he touched her. He stretched her to prepare her for him while taking her to pleasures she hadn't known before. Her hips were moving on their own, her voice was crying out his name. She was getting close, but he wanted to be with her when she tumbled over the edge for the first time. Gently, he removed his hand from her and heard her cry of frustration as he did so.
He removed the rest of his clothes and covered her body, to desperate now to feel her to bother removing the rest of hers.
He cradled himself between her legs, kissing her deeply as he did, feeling her legs wrapping around him. He pulled back and looked deeply into her passion-filled eyes. "Becca," he said softly. "I love you."
Her eyes widened at his words, but before she could respond he thrust forward and connected them intimately. She tensed at the new sensation, her legs tightening around him and her hands gripping his shoulders. Tears even fell from her eyes.
It took all his strength not to move as he waited her for her body to adjust to these new feelings. He whispered her name and that he loved her as her body began to relax. Then her hips moved and Charles couldn't stop himself from moving anymore.
He started slowly, moving within her body in a gentle rhythm, listening to her encouraging gasps and cries. She felt so good that he knew that he wouldn't last too much longer. He had wanted her too much for too long.
He began to move faster, gradually picking up speed, trying to extend the moment for as long as he could.
"Charles, I..." she said before she fell back into gasps and moans.
"I know, " he said with a groan. "Me too."
Her body was tightening around him, her legs wrapping around him tighter before her entire body shuttered as she fell apart, crying out his name. He managed to hold back a few more seconds, enjoying the feel of her, before he thrust deep inside her and lost himself there while whispering her name. He collapsed upon her chest with just enough strength to hold himself up so he didn't crush her body beneath his own.
He listened as their breathing slowed as they came back to reality together. He moved next to Becca, pulling her in close to him. He looked down at her and found that she had passed out into slumber, the activities of the day combined with what had just happened taking all her energy.
He smiled before covering them with a nearby blanket and holding her close to him. He kissed her forehead before falling asleep himself.
Charles awoke the next day in bed alone. He sat up slowly, his muscles aching at the motion as he did so. He hadn't had a night that intense in all his adult years and his body wasn't used to it. He looked around for Becca when he heard the shower running.
He smiled before laying back down to relax. She was still there, he hadn't scared her away.
A few minutes later the shower shut off and Becca exited the bathroom wearing his robe with her hair wrapped up in a towel.
"Good morning," he said, watching as she jumped, startled. She turned to him and smiled.
"Good morning." She walked over to him and sat next to him on the bed, that same inquisitive look upon her face that she always had when she had a question.
"What is it, Becca?" he asked in a relaxed tone. He hadn't felt so good in a long time.
"Last night...I...we..."
Charles smiled before sitting up and pulling Becca in for a soft kiss. "We made love," he said looking deep into her eyes. Becca relaxed as she looked back at him, but her eyes were still curious.
"Could we...do that again tonight?"
Charles watched the blush fill Becca's cheeks. She was just too much. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her down onto the bed, his body covering hers. Now that he had her, he couldn't get enough.
"We don't have to wait until tonight if you don't want to."
Becca smiled a new seductive smile he had never seen from her before as she lifted her arms and wrapped them around Charles' neck. "Waiting wouldn't be ideal," she said before kissing him.
The next few days didn't see Becca and Charles leaving the bedroom much. Although she had recently been a virgin, Charles was surprised to find that Becca had a sexual appetite that was unending, but he didn't mind. He had held back from her for far too long to stop himself now.
Finally, Charles told Becca that they needed to take a break. "You must rest from this for a bit," he said even as he pressed her down into the mattress again.
Three hours later, Charles finally convinced Becca that a break was needed and convinced her to have dinner on the back porch overlooking the small amount of land the house sat upon.
After they ate, Becca looked up at Charles with a smile but he shook his head.
"No, we need to rest."
Becca laughed. "I know, I know. I just didn't expect this when I landed in Korea last year. I figured I'd be back in 2152 by now, but I'm happy I'm not."
Charles smiled. "Me too."
Becca jumped up. "I have something I want to show you," she said suddenly. "I meant to show it to you before but we...well got distracted."
Charles chuckled. "Distracted?"
She blushed and he chuckled again. She was still so innocent in some ways.
"I'll be right back," she said before rushing back into the house returning only a few minutes later.
Charles was surprised to find that she had brought the history book she had had on her when she landed in Korea. He looked up at his wife as she sat back down next to him and opened the book to the very last page.
"Look."
Charles looked down at the page, his eyes widening slightly at the first line. He turned to Becca with shock in his eyes before turning back and reading the rest.
Dear Becca,
How strange it is to be writing a letter to oneself. However, this letter was read by me before and so I must write it now.
If memory serves, you've discovered this letter moments before you are to walk down the aisle to marry Charles, a man you fear doesn't love you as you do him.
Think back to all the moments he protected you from your fears in Korea. He was protecting you from much more than that as well, he was protecting you from himself.
You don't know how much restraint it took for him to pull away from you when you hugged him in Korea. He wanted you, but his own honor forced him to acknowledge that you would have to return home. His anger in the supply tent was not directed at you, but at himself. Sexual tension can do that to a man, make him act crazy. Remember that kiss the night he proposed? I know that you still think about it. That was just a fraction of the feeling he has for you.
My point is that you don't have the whole story yet. After tonight, you will start to understand more.
You should know that both you and Freddy were always meant to come to 1952. You have no reason to fear that you or he will make a mistake because what will happen was always meant to happen.
This book is what got you started on your journey and this book is what will end it. You and Charles will have a happy life together. Take it from a trusted source.
Love always,
Becca Winchester.
August 25, 1985
P.S.
Tell him to rip the dress. You'll know when. Believe me, it will be worth losing that dress.
Charles looked up at Becca and found her smiling. "I guess I was never supposed to get home in the first place."
Charles closed the book and stood, pulling Becca up into his arms. "You were always meant to be with me."
He leaned down and kissed her. "I love you, Becca Winchester."
She smiled that smile she used only for him.
"I love you, Charles Winchester."
THE END