“I want to make you feel good. I cannot wait any longer,” he said, running his hand up her inner thigh until she lifted her knees and opened her legs. His hand teased her, continually making her ache with lust the closer he got to her heat, but never quite making it.
It was a rush of sensation. Her thighs were ticklish and yet sensitive. No matter how often she had placed her hands against her own skin, something about the touch of another was too blissful to ignore. What was it about his hands that made her melt? What was it about the look on his face and the way he bit his cheek in steadfast concentration that stoked this primal urge in her?
Charlotte had seen many beautiful men in her lifetime. Some of them she even dared to imagine sharing an evening with her, but this was always on her time. It was when she wanted it to be. William, however, could have her a weak, hot, red, blotchy mess in a matter of minutes just by the mere presence of him. It wasn’t necessarily elegant or well-bred of her, but part of the high came from how ridiculously natural it felt to want the other closer, closer, closer, until your body seized with pleasure.
His hands raced across her thighs, getting closer to her warmth.
“Did you touch yourself the other evening?” he asked.
“William…I” she swallowed hard. “Yes.”
“And how did it feel?”
“Amazing,” she admitted. “And if I imagined it was your hand, it felt much better, my lord.”
“I thought of you as well,” he whispered. His hand was hovering just above her and she wriggled with anticipation wondering when he would finally touch her.
“Do not torture me!” she begged, clenching her eyes shut.
“Will you ask nicely?”
“Please, please, William. I cannot take it!” Before she couldsimultaneously hate and love the feeling of want, he pressed his mouth down over her slit and kissed her. She moaned, body pulsing as he dipped his tongue into her folds and ran it across her pearl. Heat whelmed within her. Although the noise of the mill was loud, it was almost a whisper compared to the noise in her head. Every inch of her body was frantic as he kissed her, lips unimaginably soft against her core.
“Please,” she begged again. “I need it.”
“You are impatient,” he responded, before pressing his fingers up into her core and teasing her walls until she was weak in the knees. The feeling was so intense, it was completely overrunning her body. Her legs were wrapped around his face at this point, her back arched and her abdomen convulsed with ecstasy. His fingers explored new depths before he dragged them up and against her walls until he reached the most sensitive part of her. She stifled a yelp and the feeling built up, hotter inside her until she thought she might explode.
It was becoming impossible to stay quiet at this point. The feeling was too intense. Nothing else in the world seemed to matter in that moment. For one blissful, incredible moment, nothing else existed in the world but Charlotte and William and the passion that moved them to this point.
Charlotte’s core reached its climax as his tongue continued to draw shapes around her bud. She felt for just one moment she was catapulted up into the stars, floating weightlessly, completely contented before falling back to her spot of earth.
She had touched herself a few times as he’d guided her. No matter how well she knew her body, how much her legs shook, or the height at which she peaked, nothing had come close the feeling of his tongue gently sucking on her hardened bud until she was reduced to trembling and her face contorting in the strangest of ways. Once her legs stopped shaking, he pulled away, taking a deep breath and he smiled.
Immediately ashamed, Charlotte unleashed the hem of her skirt and covered her legs back up once more. She sat up on her elbows trying to get a bearing of the world again.
“Incredible,” she gasped.
He sat on his knees before her, catching his breath. “Yes,” he nodded his head, acknowledging her whole-heartedly. “Hopefully this can be enough for us,” he said, although when it came out of his mouth it almost sounded like a plea or a bargain.
“I do not believe I could take much more,” she whispered.
“Did you—was it—” he laughed nervously, placing a palm to his forehead. “Did I please you?”
“I thought I made that abundantly clear,” she said
He smiled again, looking down at the floor, instead of directly at her. He ran his hand across his chest, seemingly noticing that he was underdressed. “I should…”
“Oh!” Charlotte handed him the waistcoat she’d been using to cradle her head. He thanked her quietly and tugged it back onto his shoulders. It was a bit wrinkled, but she didn’t think anyone would assume anything improper. Charlotte quickly got up and dust the wrinkles out of her own dress.
William joined her, both still seemingly trying to find some footing even though their legs were completely weak. William pulled her closer by her chin and she kissed him, tasting herself on his lips. He planted soft kisses, one after the other on her mouth and jaw.
Her hands wandered down his chest, trying to imagine what he might look like without any clothes on at all. She found the waist of his trousers and undid the button.
“You do not have to,” he whispered, almost as if he didn’t want to say it at all. He exhaled, breath rattling. His length was already pushing against the fit of his trousers.
“But I want to,” she admitted, pushing his trousers down over his hips, her hands trembling.
“Please,” he finally whispered.