She smiled softly, turning her head up toward him, despite the persistent rain. “I guess you have changed how I feel about it.” She hooked a finger around the edge of his waistcoat, pulling him an inch toward her. He took the hint and closed the distance between them, his lips colliding with her own.
There was nothing soft or gentle about that kiss. It was firm, demanding, a build-up of all the sensual tension over the last few days, and she loved every second of it. She stumbled on her feet, in danger of losing her balance because of the force of it, and as she slipped in puddles, he held her steady, his hands splaying across her waist and ribcage.
He parted her lips, biting the bottom one playfully, and delved beyond with his tongue. So dominated by that kiss, Charity responded, opening her lips to allow him to go deeper. He moaned into the kiss, the sound vibrating through their connection. Charity wound her hands up behind his head, her fingers trailing in the hair at the nape of his neck.
One of his hands tugged on the sleeve of her dress, shifting it from its proper place. They stumbled together backward, as the rain came down hard. Any fears she might have had about where they were going faded. He’d already caught her once out here. She knew he would keep her safe.
She was lowered down to something. It took a moment to realize through the wetness that it was the stone bench where she had been sitting a few days before. He moved over her, a hand at her neck, arching her into him.
Charity followed the instincts of her body, just wanting to be closer and closer to Seth. As he knelt on the bench too, she raised one of her knees, practically hooking it around his hip. The movement dragged her gown higher, and he seemed captivated by the movement, his hand going to her leg and holding it even higher. Holding his body over hers, he brushed his hips against hers.
Charity gasped into their kiss, feeling a hardness between his trousers.
The evidence of his desire for her made her tremble, wanting him, wanting everything.
“Seth?” she whimpered, as he broke off from the kiss and started kissing down her body. He peppered her with kisses down the front of her neck, then across her bosom and down her stomach too. When he got near to her raised leg, he flipped the hem of her gown up and started kissing up her bare thigh. “Oh…” She lostthe ability to use her tongue or form words at all, just thinking of that touch.
He playfully nipped her, then gave an open-mouthed kiss, with flicks of his tongue. That wetness competed with the rain in a thrilling way. She tipped her head back, feeling more raindrops falling on her face as he continued to drift up her leg.
When he reached her hip, he shifted her gown higher, and she felt the brush of the air against her center. The most private part of her body was now revealed to him.
“Seth?” she whimpered again. He paused in what he was doing, laying a deep kiss to her hip. “Please, don’t stop,” she pleaded, breathily.
He growled once more through the kiss. The sound was so animalistic, so full of desire, that Charity’s mind was full of images. She pictured what Seth could be like, now moving above her on this bench in the rain, his body moving with passion against hers.
One of his hands moved to the base of her thigh, his fingers bearing their prints on her skin as he held her leg higher, widening her body to him. Then he kneeled down. She had no idea what he was doing. She just felt his hot breath near her center, then abruptly, she felt a flick of his tongue.
A great gasping breath escaped Charity as she realized exactly what Seth was doing to her. He was kissing her, in the mostprivate part of her body. What started out as a first flick grew deeper and bolder.
Charity gripped the stone bench beneath her, anchoring her body to it as she felt him pleasure her. The pleasure was nothing like what she had imagined. Somehow it was greater, even more intense, and the feeling was the only thing her mind could concentrate on.
He pleasured her with his tongue, deepening the touch each time, then he abruptly shifted and lifted one of his hands from her thighs. He slipped his finger inside of her, that digit reaching so deep that her back arched off the bench.
“Seth…” She moaned his name, that sound competing with the thunder above, as he moved his lips to a bud of nerves and kissed her as he set up a rhythm with his hand. The dual sensation, of two parts of her body being pleasured, had her overwhelmed with sensations. Her head darted from side to side as her body writhed with the thrill of it, not wanting it to stop.
It kept building and building, this small amount of pressure in the lower part of her abdomen, though she did not know what it was. She just listened to her instincts that were pleading with her not to let this stop now, but just keep going.
Abruptly, Seth shifted their positions.
“Oh.” She moaned when she felt his lips leave her center. A deep chuckle sounded above her, and she heard him bend down over her body.
“It is not over yet,” he promised, his lips near her own. His body settled over hers, not with his full weight, but enough pressure that she felt incredibly close to him. Her knees raised higher around his hips as he thrust inside her not just with one finger, but now two. He rocked her repeatedly, as he kissed her, muffling her moans with his own lips.
He thrust a few more times, seeming to brush nerves set deep inside of her that were made only for pleasure. That building pressure she had thought of before now grew to such a level that it was plain something was about to happen.
His thumb caressed her delicate pearl, and then it hit her, just as the thunder struck overhead and reverberated through the ground, practically vibrating through her body. Her body released the pressure, and she reached the pinnacle of pleasure. Her fingernails scratched into Seth’s back as he continued to thrust his fingers into her, riding out this wave of pleasure.
“Seth…” she murmured his name repeatedly as she pulled back from his kiss, needing a chance to breathe easily. He brushed his hips against hers as she came down from that high, simulating the movement of his hand.
He raised himself up, she could feel the distance of his body as his fingers left her. The rain came down between them and she suddenly laughed, smiling ridiculously with happiness. Never had she felt so free in her life, so free from her fears, so free from her past life, as she did now, with her legs wrapped around Seth’s hips in the rain.
“That was something,” he whispered as he bent down over her again. She kissed him, reaching up and wrapping her arms around his neck. They both indulged in that kiss, and for the first time in her life, Charity felt truly desired.
An errant thought entered her mind, of what would have happened had she and Seth done something like this on the night they had met. Yet that did not matter. All that mattered now was this moment, the feeling of him above her, and the fact he had just offered to marry her.
“It is not over yet,” he said suddenly, parting from her kiss.
“Oh.” She gasped, longing to know what more he could introduce her to. She felt his hands take hold of the top of her gown and pull at the laces that held it together.
