She was a damn quick student. Too good. He swallowed the moan when she lowered herself deep but then rolled her hips before gliding back up. Wicked pleasure rippled over his cock, shooting a hot prickling sensation to his balls. Ethan slipped one hand down her quivering belly down to her cunny. While she rode him, he parted her curls and rubbed her clitoris.
Charity started to tremble, her motions now jerky and a bit desperate. Ethan understood for he felt the same raw hunger clamoring inside his body and rising to the surface. He gripped her hips and took her with shocking force, but she met him thrust for thrust, encouraging him with her soft whimpers and pleas. Her eyes widened, and her lips parted in a silent scream as she started convulsing on his cock. His release jerked from him, and despite his intention to pull from her body, her damn grip prevented it, and he emptied deep into her quim.
They stayed like that for several moments, coming down from the devasting pleasure.
“I must go,” she said softly, and he noted her voice trembled.
“Not yet,” he said, kissing her shoulder. “Not at least for another two hours.”
She shifted her head slightly, and their eyes met. Her lovely eyes were dark with sated passion and an emotion he could not identify.
Ethan gently pulled from her body, and she reposed on the bed with a sigh. He went over to the water basin kept behind the dressing screen, removed the washcloth, and cleaned her. Her entire body blushed, but she did not object. After cleaning themselves up, he climbed into the bed beside her and tugged her into his arms. She willingly came, and he kissed her lips, the corner of her mouth, and then her eyelids with tenderness.
“What was that for?” she whispered.
“I simply could not help myself.”
She smiled, and it was the loveliest one he had ever seen on her face.
“I have to sneak back home before my brother returns with his wife from a ball. She is increasing so they might not be out too late.”
Her throat worked on a swallow at that last bit, and she rested her hand on her belly. Ethan could see it, the hunger for a family, for more. It stirred inside of him then to make the offer again, but he paused. Charity was a unique woman. She deserved the things she needed to make her happy.
And that is my love. Ethan did not want to lie to her and say that he did when he stood unsure of exactly what this romantic love was. He found himself several times wondering in God’s name he could be a gentleman who spoke several languages, understood complex mathematics principles, the history of politics, and its varied arguments but was confounded by such a simple fucking word.
She came upon his chest and peered down at him. “Whatever do you want to do now. I confess I am a bit exhausted.”
He brushed a finger across her lower lips. “I want to continue reading Emma.”
Her eyes widened, and then she laughed, clearly delighted.
They got up from the bed, and he gave her a silk banyan that swallowed her smaller form. She seemed to love the idea of wearing something that belonged to him and refused to take it off, even smelling it several times. They hurried down to the library, and after she almost tripped on the long train of his banyan, he lifted her into his arms and carried her.
She chuckled, and the joy in the sound made him pause. She rested her forehead against his shoulder, inhaling his scent. Charity loved all of this, he realized. Ethan carried her to the sofa closest to the fire and sat with her curled into his arms. The feeling was unlike any he’d ever had. It was beyond pleasant. It was a contentedness he had never thought he would find in this lifetime. This time they took turns reading Emma and drinking wine. A little over three hours they were finished, and a quick look at the clock revealed it to be close to midnight.
“It is so beautifully written, I admired how loyal Mr. Knightley was to Emma despite her disastrous attempts in trying to influence the matches of her acquaintance. His devotion to her was stronger than his disapprobation for her miss thought out actions,” Ethan insisted as he nibbled at Charity’s ear. In the overlarge banyan with her hair tousled and rumpled by their lovemaking, made her appear so young and waiflike.
Charity wrinkled her nose thoughtfully. “I suppose although he was so harshly critical of her, he must have always loved her. She must not have realized how deeply he felt for her.”
“I think he was waiting for her to grow up and aware of how much older he was than her. I think he was prepared to stand by her and love her even if she never returned his feelings,” Ethan said loosening the tie to her banyan and letting the silken folds slither over her shoulders, caressing her as he divested her of her borrowed robe.
“Ethan, what if the servants come in?” Charity asked knowing that the door was unlocked.
“I gave them the night off, we are all alone,” he said pulling her into his arms and then gently kissing her lips and sighing as she responded, kissing him back.
He teased her lips a little until she lipped the crease of his mouth and her tongue sneaked inside to taste him. Charity pushed him back onto the carpet and cushions they had been sitting on and she deepened the kiss, while Ethan ran his hands down her naked back and held her tight in his arms. Then he turned the tables on her, and they rolled and then she was once more beneath him, Ethan eased his weight off her, cradling her head tenderly between his hands as he lightly kissed her.
He murmured, “Oh, Charity I do not ever want to let you go,” then he smothered her answer with his kisses, and they made love again.
Ethan fondly held her as he slowly moved inside her whispering sweet nothings as their bodies explored feelings, they could not fully explain even to themselves. As Ethan took his time tilting and gradually changing his rhythm and all the time watching her eyes with wonder and a sudden realization of how hard it would be for him to allow her to ever leave him. Then as her eyes fired with the explosion of joy within her, he could restrain himself no longer and with exquisite thoroughness they shattered together, leaving them both breathless and spent. They lay silent in each other’s arms, clinging to each other as if their delight would be torn away and only misery awaited their separation.
“We must go, I fear, I will accompany you home,” Ethan reluctantly told her. Then he stood and pulled her to her feet, placing one kiss upon her forehead as they wrapped once more in their silken robes.
* * *
Thoroughly exhaustedfrom the evening adventures and a bit warm from the three glasses of wine, Charity barely murmured when Ethan lifted and carried her silently back to his bedroom. Charity did not let her eyes leave his face, knowing that she must never allow herself to be alone with him again. Her feelings for him were so deeply engrave upon her heart that it would surely break if she had to walk away from him once more.
Perhaps they could be friends, but when enough time passed. Surely then it would be well. An intolerable ache built inside her throat, but she fiercely held onto the tears refusing to shed them.