When she was free of it, he stood, following her and turning her around so he could pull off that cravat. Tonight, he was eager to see every part of her, for there to be nothing standing between them.
He tore the corset off her body, and then reached for her chemise, lifting that too over her head. As he did so, the pins in her updo got caught in the chemise and they came away too, making her golden hair fall about her shoulders. Quite enthralled by the sight, he gathered her hair in his hand andsoftly directed her head to the left, so he had full access to her bare neck where he kissed her.
The soft mewling sound that escaped her lips was in danger of making himself spill there and then. It seemed that everything Charity did was intoxicating to him, as if from the moment he had first met her, he was in his cups, having drunk far too much. She had this dazing effect on him.
He gently moved his hands to her waist and steered her forward. She smiled as she walked, angling her head around enough so he could see that smile.
“Where are we going now?” she asked, her voice quiet in the air.
“Somewhere that I can pleasure you again, but… a way to make you feel something new. Something I hope will thrill you even more.” He reached for an ottoman in the room. Large and square, gilded gold with rather shallow legs, it was wide enough so that she could kneel upon it, with her hands plastered to the seat of the cushion too.
Softly, he encouraged her onto the stool, on her hands and knees, then he leaned over her, kissing his way down her back. She arched against those kisses, her body finding pleasure in such small touches.
When he reached her plump rear, he sank down onto his knees. Looking down, he could see his length straining at his trousers. He longed to free himself, to show her what true lovemaking could feel like, but he restrained himself for now. He wanted tosave that moment a little longer—he wished to make her first time not only pleasurable, but a memory that would forever remain etched in her heart.
This is all about pleasure. Her pleasure.
He nudged her legs slightly wider apart, listening to her breathing hitch high as she waited to be touched by him. He kissed along her rear and her hips, up to the shallow of her back, feeling her brush her hips back against his own as she longed for more of his touch. When she was practically begging him for it, straining and pushing back into him, he reached forward and placed his fingers to her center.
He slipped his first finger inside of her, without hesitation. The way she bucked against him, tossing her head back, showed exactly just how much pleasure he was eliciting from a simple touch. When he did not move but just teased her, his hand staying still, she moaned under her breath and rocked her hips back against him.
He chuckled softly, that sound vibrating through his chest, then he curled his finger, torturously slowly, in and out of her. She was wet and ready for him, and he could feel it in the heat emanating off her skin. He started to move faster and faster, wanting to see her reach her end as he had seen the night before.
His other hand clasped around her snatched waist, and he used it to rock her back against his hand, raising his hips up behind her and moving himself in such a way to simulate what it might be like to make love to her.
“Are you imagining it, Charity?” he said, his voice hooded with his desire. She threw her head back again, a deep moan resonating from her throat. “Are you imagining how it would feel with me completely inside of you?” He got a thrill from the words, but he wanted to hear her too.
I need to hear it.
“Tell me what you’re picturing,” he teased her and moved fast, rocking his hand harder into her as his hips thrust behind hers.
“I’m picturing you – oh.” She panted through her moans. “Oh, Seth. In my mind, it is not your hand at all. It’s… it’s…”
He could feel her tightening once again. He was beginning to wonder how he had ever lived without this pleasure in his life. How had he put up with so many lonesome nights in this room without another’s company? How had he lived without her in this room, without this pleasure and this chance to see her peak with pleasure?
He shifted his hand, so he was not only entering her with his fingers but brushing the bud of nerves outside of her. She catapulted over her edge, and he felt her tighten around his fingers.
Such a thrill passed through him at the sight of her reaching that edge, his length was now rock-hard. He rode her through that wave, determined to relish every second of it as she bucked back against him.
By the time she was done, she was panting, sweat beading down the center of her back. He kissed down her delicate spine, removing his hand from her and tasting her essence on his fingers—sweet and sultry. His hands found her hips again and he brushed her back against him. She must have been able to feel his length through his trousers as she gasped.
“Seth,” she moaned his name once more. “Is it… is it your turn?”
“Soon,” he promised. “I want to make sure my betrothed experiences all the pleasure she can first.”
He released her and flopped down on the carpet beside her. She rolled off the stool and dropped to his side, where they curled against one another.
Soon. Very soon indeed.
Yet Seth knew he had to wait for a special license before he could marry Charity, and there was a part of him that wished to hold out for when he married her before he took her completely.
I wish to make Charity mine first. It will make that moment for us both all the more satiating.
The jealousy he had felt the night Luke had flirted with her rose, but he thrust it away.
CHAPTER 14
“What respect they have for him.” Charity closed the door to the tenant’s house, reaching out into the air before her. “Did you hear how they gushed about him? They talked of the work he had done, the passion in their voices. It was quite hypnotic to listen to.”
