thank you ever so much for reading and reviewing! And special thanks to Mona who encouraged me with this one! I hope you all enjoy his 'm-ness';)

They stood looking at each other silently. He took in her hair, which fell in ringlets halfway down her back. Almost the color of mahogany, they contrasted sharply with her alabaster skin, which looked to have freckles all over. His mouth went dry as he tried to find words, but he found that everything he wanted to say was quite inadequate.

She took him in, still in his livery, with his hair slicked back with the pomade she had felt on her fingers earlier. She ran her eyes up his tall form. She watched him walk towards her. Her breath caught in anticipation. He moved slowly and her senses were on high alert. She could smell his cologne. So very masculine. She closed her eyes briefly to stave off the dizziness that threatened to overwhelm her at his closeness.

And she found that when she opened them again he was right in front of her. And when their eyes connected, he connected their lips. Charles pulled her close, and he could feel the heat of her body through his layers. Their tongues were not battling this time. They were in a waltz with each other and his was leading hers through this dance. His hands roamed and when they landed on her backside, he pulled her closer so she could feel what she did to him. Her hands went to his thick hair relishing the act of disheveling it.

Elsie let out a sharp gasp as she felt his desire against her. She still had no idea how to do this but as he pulled her back into a kiss, she knew he had too many clothes and layers on. She had an innate need to feel his skin and see his chest uncovered. So she pushed his jacket off. And he dropped his arms to comply. The vest and the shirt were of in short order and her gloried at the broad expanse that was his chest. Covered in a fine dusting of dark hair, that she was soon running her hands through.

He watched her as she made quick work with the buttons. And when she ran her hands over his chest, his had began to ever so slowly inch her nightgown up. She tensed when she realized what he was doing. He had looked at her with silent question and she had nodded imperceptibly. He pulled it over her head eagerly, and what he saw made his breath catch.

Her firm breasts were peaked with rose colored nipples that he longed to taste. Her stomach was flat from constant work. His eyes were drawn to the v of curls that hid his treasure for the night. He was in awe. He let out a low moan and turned her to take her to bed, but what he saw on her back made him shudder.

She felt his shudder and cursed her stupidity. Always keep your back turned away Els, you daft girl! He'll never want you now! She lowered her head in shame, but did not cry. She would not, could not. She bent to retrieve her gown, but he stopped her with the tears in his eyes. He gently turned her around and sank to his knees. He kissed the longest scar, then proceeded to kiss them all. He never said a word, he figured she would tell him in her own time. But for now, he would cherish her all the same. He stood silently and guided her to lie back on the bed.

She watched, with that intent gaze, as he shucked his pants and underpants. She stared at him. 'How was that supposed to fit in her?' She frantically thought to herself. She watched as he moved to lay by her side and as he kissed her, the worries faded. His kisses made a trail down her neck, sucking lightly on her collar bone. He paused for a moment before honing in on her breast. She let out a moan as he sucked her nipple into the hot cavern of his mouth. He let it go only to kiss his way to the other and do the same.

His kisses then traveled down her ribs, with little nips along the way. As he made it to the top of her curls, she lifted her head in obvious question, only to be answered with a roguish smile. Then all she felt was his mouth on her. Hot and insistent. His tongue delving in and she felt a coil deep in her belly wind itself tighter. He latched on to get bud of pleasure and she almost let out a scream, but at the last minute it turned into a moan.

He gave one last kiss to her down there and made his way, kissing and nipping the skin in a path, to her lips, and she pulled him down for a kiss. When they needed air he rested his forehead on hers with locked eyes. He posed the silent question, and she tentatively reached out to grab his manhood. He let out a deep moan and she almost pulled away. But she marveled at the smooth skin and the contrast of that to the hardness she felt. She felt rather than saw the finger he gently slid into her and she gasped at the sensation. He thrust it a couple time and then withdrew. She was ready. He took his manhood and positioned it at her entrance, pausing for permission and at her eager nod he thrust slowly into her. She gave a cry and he saw tears spring to her eyes. He kissed them away. He stayed there, until he felt her shift underneath him. He slowly pulled back and thrust back in and let out a moan. She let out a tiny moan as well and then he started a slow rhythm. The heat that encompassed him was so delicious he felt he might explode, but he needed for her to feel pleasure, so he held back. She slowly started rolling her hips to meet is thrusts and he sped up.

And suddenly lights exploded behind her eyes and she knows she gasped his name. And then she felt him pull away and a warm thick liquid was on the skin of her stomach, and she realized he may have just saved her from ruin and she wanted to cry from his generosity, his thoughtfulness. She looked down when she felt a cloth wipe at the mess and he had his handkerchief in his hand. He laid it on the table and then collected her in her arms and kissed her head. She rested her arm and head on his chest, her fingers absently drawing patterns until the exhaustion on the day, and night caught up with her. She slept then and he knew he would wake in time for them both to get ready for the next day.

They would need to talk about this. But right now she looked peaceful and he was tired and he drifted off with thoughts of this goddess dancing through his mind.

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much love- Samantha