Chapter 12

Wedding Night Cont'd.

Elsie took the small hard back book out that Lady Grantham had left in her sitting room earlier in the week. "Married Love." She was shocked and thought it awkward to find the book and the hand written note inside. 'Dearest Mrs. Hughes. I hope you will find this book enlightening as you start this new journey into marriage. It has opened my eyes to a new world." Lady Grantham. But after reading most of the book she was grateful for it. It too had opened her eyes to this new era of women and marriage and sexuality. She had always considered herself more of a feminist but had enough age on her to know sensibility. Elsie was a woman who knew her body and what she wanted and she never let hype or propaganda stand in the way.

Charles picked up a bottle of perfume and brought it to his nose. His bushy eyebrows went up slightly and he squinted to read the small writing on the bottle. It was a new perfume, Tabac Blond by Caron. That meant absolutely nothing to him but it smelled nice.

"May I show you something sir?" the gift shop manager inquired to Charles.

"Uh yes..I think I would like to buy this for my wife." Charles said with confidence.

"Certainly sir. Would you like me to wrap it for her?"

"I think that would be nice, yes."

The cost was more than anything he had ever purchased and he didn't care. He had saved his money wisely and he wanted Elsie to feel as beautiful and special as she was.

Charles spent an hour or so walking around the grand hotel. He glanced in at the 2 restaurants and decided he would like to take his wife to the River Restaurant. The views were spectacular of the Thames. He soon returned to the room to find Elsie reading in bed. His heart skipped a beat. This was his new life. He was married and his wife was sitting in bed, in her undergarments, reading. He smiled and thanked God for this new life. He took his jacket and waistcoat off and joined her, crawling across the large bed to reach her.

"Ah my dear!" He kisses her tenderly and turns to his back and lies his head in her lap. "Besides you, sitting here in your shift and knickers, this hotel is the most exquisite thing I've ever seen."

She puts her book down and starts running her fingers through his hair. It was somewhat disheveled and she loved it that way. "I can imagine." She traces the lines in his forehead, admiring how handsome he really was.

"I checked out the restaurant for this evening and I think we should start with a cocktail in the American Bar. Seems fitting, eh?" He turned his head up so he could actually see her.

Elsie smiled and then leaned down to kiss his lips. "Whatever you want my love." She was happy that he was so happy. He had smiled, today, as much as he had smiled in the last 20 years. "I love seeing you so full of joy."

"My love it's all because of you." He pulls her down over him and they kiss longingly. Elsie moves down over him, her body resting part ways on his. Their kissing quickly turns into heavy petting. She straddles him and starts to undo his tie, unbutton his shirt. Without her encumbered garments, she feels him beneath her and it spurs her onward.

Charles breath has become labored and his hands roam freely over her thighs, her back. "Oh Elsie…" he groans when her lips touch the bare skin of his chest. He decided to let her take the lead and go as far as she wanted.

Elsie has begun to move her hips slowly up and down over his burgeoning trousers. She was losing control, she could feel him through the loose, thin, cotton of her knickers and it was driving her wild.

Charles closed his eyes and gritted his teeth in ecstasy, his breath more staggered than before. "Els….oh….baby." She leaned over to kiss his lips again. He had never called her that and it added to her growing desire for him.

She sat up and crawled off of him and off the bed abruptly. Charles' heart sank and he closed his eyes in frustration but didn't let on. He laid quietly, letting his breathing come back to normal.

Eventually he sat up on one elbow and turned his head to see her standing at the end of the bed. She was wearing nothing but her garter and hose. Her breasts were round and plump, surprisingly firm, he thought. She had pulled her hair down and the long dark tresses formed curls down her back and shoulders. She gave him a coy smile. He literally thought his heart would stop.

Charles scrambled to the edge of the bed, placing his feet on the ground and opening his legs for her to come to him. Elsie stepped between his legs and her white, creamy breasts were right at his face. "Oh God…Elsie.." His insides were shaking a bit, involuntarily, as he reached up with his hand to gently touch her. He was reluctant and careful and she sensed his inhibition. She took his hand and guided it to one breast and closed her eyes at his touch.

"Ahhh…." She moaned, her breath catching in her throat. She wrapped her hands around the back of Charles head and pulled his face toward her chest. She wanted to feel his lips on her skin. It didn't take long for him to learn and he gently squeezed her while his tongue and lips found her nipples. He kissed and sucked, paying close attention to each one as if it were a precious thing. He fondled and caressed her sides and hips.

Soon Elsie needed more and pushed him back, causing him to lie back on his elbows. She straddled him again, on the bed and began to remove his shirt completely. She ran her fingers through the soft gray hairs at his chest and leaned down to capture his nipple gently between her teeth. Charles let out a soft cry, his manhood painfully growing by the minute against his taut trousers. He couldn't resist and pulled her hips down and ground against the cotton knickers, setting off a series of groans and whimpers from both of them.

TBC….sorry! I'm teasing a bit but again it's so late and I have an early, LONG day tomorrow. I'll try to write more tomorrow! These two are KILLING me! AGH!