Her eyes flew open when his fingertips slid down her cheek. The low chuckle began in his chest.
How dare he? She had painted him by accident. Victor smeared the blue on her face on purpose.
Charlotte reached behind and felt around until her fingers connected with the pallet. It didn’t matter what color, or colors for that matter, if Victor was going to intentionally paint her, she would return the favor.
His laughter was full when she brought her hand around, smearing green, blue, white, and yellow across his face and before Charlotte could comprehend, or fight back, Victor had both wrists locked in one hand. Somehow, he managed to get the brush away from her and began dipping it into the paints, drawing it across her face, neck and into her cleavage.
She squirmed to get away, but Victor was much stronger and wouldn’t give an inch.
Apparently unsatisfied with the exposed skin, Victor bent forward and with his teeth, ripped her painting shirt open. In this position with her hands locked behind her back, her breasts were pushed forward and strained against the chemise.
His grin grew and Victor dropped the brush to the ground. Perhaps he would let her go and move on to other activities.
Instead, he dipped his fingers in the paint, much as she had done, and traced an outline of the chemise.
Her nipples tightened against the silken cloth, and he pinched one and then the other, leaving yellow staining the white material. Despite the cold paint, it was growing incredibly warm in the school room.
Victor paused in his attention to her body and the paints and looked around the room. He focused on the back wall before he scooped Charlotte up in his arms. She knew exactly where he was taking her. A small bed sat in the shadows. Sometimes painting tired her and she would stop for a short nap. It was so much easier to curl up on the small bed than go downstairs, change her clothing and wash paint away. Up here, she simply washed her hands and rested for a bit.
The coverlet was stained with various colors, but she didn’t care. In fact, she rather liked the different hues and could name each painting or work of art almost any of the paint stains resulted from.
Victor’s footsteps were deliberate, and he gently dropped her onto the feather mattress.
Victor said nothing, but his eyes darkened with what she had come to recognize as passion and instead of helping her out of her shirt, he ripped it further until it hung open. He did the same with her short chemise until she was completely bare to him.
Charlotte lifted her arms to pull him to her. Instead, Victor once again clasped her wrists together and held them over her head as he bent and took one nipple in his mouth while his free hand molded and caressed her other breast. Charlotte arched and moaned. To think that she was at one time prepared to endure intimacies. Never did she imagine that it could possibly be pleasurable. She had been so wrong.
He let her hands drop and Charlotte immediately brought them to his scalp, pushing her fingers through his hair while his hands worked at unfastening her painting breeches.
“Your breeches are quite fetching, but it is much easier to get beneath a skirt,” he grumbled before the material slipped past her hips. In seconds they were down her legs, over her feet, tossed on the floor and Victor was back to kissing her breasts.
Charlotte pushed his suit coat from his shoulders. It was disconcerting to lay here naked while he was still fully clothed. He shrugged it aside and she pulled his shirt from his trousers and yanked the knot out of his cravat. These items joined his jacket on the floor. Her hands reached for the placket on his trousers but she could not reach that far as Victor’s lips had trailed from her breast to her stomach.
What was he doing? He had never kissed her there before.
His fingers skimmed up her legs, parting her thighs. Charlotte still could not reach the placket of his trousers but assumed he would join her as he always did. Instead, he kissed her even lower, and his tongue swiped across her inner thigh. With a screech she tried to close her legs.
Victor chuckled and knelt on the floor beside the bed. He grabbed her hands, pulled her up before he placed his hands on her hips and turned her until her legs hung over the side. Charlotte fought to pull her thighs together, not at all comfortable being this exposed to Victor.
He laughed again. “Relax wife.”
She opened her mouth to argue but he shifted her hips to the edge of the bed and bent to kiss herthere.Oh goodness, this could not be right.
Shocks of pleasure shot through her body and her legs fell open. While his tongue and lips worked magic, his fingers filled her being. Charlotte could no longer hold herself upright and fell back against the wall, reclining before him, completely open, and she no longer cared.
The exquisite pleasure built, tightening until with one lick she exploded, and flickers of light appeared behind her eyelids as she cried out Victor’s name.
Victorcouldn’twaitforCharlotte to recover from her release. As she lay panting, he tore the placket of his trousers open, freed his member and plunged, filling her completely. He stilled and groaned as she closed around him. Would he ever tire of making love to Charlotte and why hadn’t he thought to taste her before?
Slowly, over and over he plunged, steady and deep. Charlotte reached forward and her nails cut into his shoulders. Had he thought he was hurting her he would have stopped. Victor glanced up; Charlotte was lost in the sensations. Her head was thrown back, neck exposed for his lips, hair trailing down her back.
His rhythm increased as his lips met the pulse in her neck. It wouldn’t be long, but he wanted to take her along with him. Charlotte’s nails dug deeper as her moans increased. Her body tightened, sending him over the edge as Charlotte stiffened, crying out once again.
She went limp almost immediately and he rested on her breast, trying to catch his breath. Each time with Charlotte was better than the last. Would it always be that way?
Victor pulled away and allowed Charlotte to lie down on the bed before he crawled up beside her and drew the blanket over them. It was not possible to stand and dress at this moment. He may need an hour to recover.
Charlotte turned on her side, and he pulled her back against his chest, his hand settled on her belly. Charlotte’s hand covered his.
