Elsie confesses, the crushing weight of her secret falling away from her, leaving her shattered heart behind. It's out, he will pity her, leave, and she is certain he will never grace her doorstep again. She's shocked when Charles comes to her, standing before her and taking her hands. Hearing his soothing and kind words of friendship and need, drive an even sharper pain through her heart. He did not fully understand her words. Dear, sweet, stubborn man. Of course she would have to spell it out for him. She places her small hand on his smooth cheek. She does love him so very much. At least she would end her days knowing she had touched him gently and told him how very much he meant to her. "What I want...what I need is you. I...I love you Charles...I am in love with you". The words of love were no sooner out of her mouth and he was pressing a loving kiss into her palm. Her heart was racing as his soft lips moved along her hand and wrist, each kiss leaving a trail of burning skin behind. Feeling faint and dizzy, her mind was swimming from his words... "my love". Charles moved in closer, his hand going to her waist, causing her flesh to burn hot through the silky fabric of her dress. He placed her palm on his chest, over his heart. She could feel the steady pounding beneath her fingertips. His hand cupped her face, his thumb caressing lightly over her cheekbone while his own eyes began to fill with tears. Was he saying what she hoped he was? Her mouth opened to speak and was quickly silenced by his lips against hers. Their mouths pressed together, parting slightly, the heat of their heavy breathes mingling as one as their lips moved against each others so gently. "Elsie." Charles whispered softly before deepening their kiss. His tongue teased along her crease. Boldly pushing against her own tongue, she felt a warm rush and tingling at her center. She shuddered and Charles pulled her flush against him, wrapping his arm around her and sliding his fingers through the soft curls of her hair. Elsie slid her hands up around Charles' broad shoulders, dragging her nails through the hair at the nape of his neck. Charles could feel his arousal growing, her lips and hands causing a passion to build in him that he had never experienced in such a way before. His senses had taken leave, yet he still knew he needed to stop before they lost all control.
"Oh..Elsie..." He moaned deeply against her lips before pulling back and looking into her eyes. "I love you, Elsie..." He kissed her again. "I've loved you for so long."
"Charles..." Elsie sighed, her face falling against his chest as she silently cried. Her doubts washed away. The pain she'd endured as she waited every day for his love now felt worth it all. His love, his touch, his kiss. She had found her true home in his heart. As Charles held her tight, his large hands stroking up and down her small back, she melted into his sweet touch.
Charles bent his head down, placing a soft kiss into her hair. Tears falling from his own eyes as he finally held the woman that he loved in his arms. After some time, he took her arms and gently eased her from him so he could meet her gaze. "Shall we start this evening over, love?" He brushed the tears from her face and smiled down at her. He felt so calm and at peace, as if his life was finally exactly as it should be. "It seems we have quite a bit to discuss."
Elsie smiled back. Her hands still lying against his solid chest, she pulled away and looked down blushing. She wanted him more than she could describe, and the desperate need was unsettling and exciting at the same time. She knew she needed to respond. "I suppose you're right." Her soft Scottish brogue swept over him.
Charles still held onto her arms, refusing to break contact with her. She was warm and beautiful...no stunning...and she was his. She was all he ever wanted. He slid his hands down her arms and took her hand in his, leading her back out to the settee. Helping her to her seat, he then went to the fire, placing a large log on top. Elsie watched him lifting and bending. The thin fabric of his shirt and trousers being pulled tight against his body. She was still burning from their kiss. She wanted more from him, more of him. Why had she waited so long to tell him? Why had they waited so long? He turned back to her and caught her gaze. "So, Mrs. Hughes." He smirked as he caught her and she thought she'd melt right there. "Where do we start?" He sat down on the settee, turning his body towards hers.
Elsie turned towards him, propping her elbow against the back of the settee and leaning her face against her hand. His words could hold so many different meanings. Se decided to play with him a bit. "Whatever do you mean, Mr. Carson?" She feigned innocence at his remark, smiling brightly at him.
He eased himself closer to her and ran his fingers along her cheek. "My God, you are so beautiful Elsie... Do you know how many times I've wanted to tell you this? How many long nights in my pantry I spent holding myself back from telling you just how lovely you are to me?"
"Charles..I..." Elsie said bashfully, looking away from him. Her words caught in her throat, her love for him so overwhelming she felt as if the breath was being taken from her body. She looked back up at him and the fire between them was burning hot. She had never liked an atmosphere, but the one she found herself in now, was unlike any she'd ever experienced. She slowly eased herself closer, leaning in towards Charles. Her hands slipped over his broad shoulders and around his neck as she kissed along his brow and his cheek. When her lips brushed his ear, she whispered his name softly against it. His arms encompassed her whole body crushing her to him. He pulled his head back, gazing deeply into her eyes before capturing her mouth with his. His hand was in her hair, holding her lips to his as he teased and toyed with her lips and tongue. Elsie was moaning softly into his mouth, pressing against him in such a wanton and lustful way, she surprised even herself. His other hand roamed her body, squeezing her hip, sliding up her side until his thumb was touching the underside of her breast. Instinctively she knew what he wanted, but was not willing to take on his own. She took her hand and guided his over her breast, the one that had nearly shattered her whole world.
Charles knew he was gone when Elsie leaned towards him and kissed along his face. When her hot breath whispered in his ear, the tightening building in him was nearly painful. There would be time for talking later. They had the rest of their lives for talking. They needed each other in this way. So badly. So many years of holding back, of wanting and longing to be in each others embrace. He would live in this moment with her. His love, his life, his beautiful goddess. She was so gorgeous. He ran his large hand along her back, the soft fabric of her dress, like silk beneath his hands. He could not hold back any longer, his hand was soon grabbing tight to her luscious hip and traveling up towards her breast. He had dreamed of feeling their heavy weight in his palms. Of feeling their hard tight buds beneath his fingertips. He stopped short, he would never push her. Would never take more than she was willing to offer him. When she gently slid his hand to cup her bosom, he groaned deeply against her lips before trailing his kisses slowly down her neck. He suckled softly at the smooth flesh, wanting to taste every inch of silky skin. "I never thought I could have you, Elsie." He brought his eyes back to hers and kissed her lips so softly, hoping to convey all his love and adoration for her.
"Nor I you, love." Elsie replied when he pulled back from her. She wanted him so, and she would give him all she had. Even if it was for just this one night.. "But you may. You may have all of me Charles. I am yours. I have always been yours..."
What's next for our Chelsie ? :) xoxoxo