He spun her around and pulled her close, his head in the crook of her neck, her soft auburn hair tickling his jaw. He tugged on the end of the lacing of her corset, pulling the knot loose. She exhaled before him. “If I am, I cannot be blamed,” he whispered in her ear. “You have been actively provoking me since our first meeting.”
“That is true,” she admitted. He loosened the straps and together, they removed her corset. This time, he discarded it, throwing it over his shoulder, so he could wrap his arms around her once more.
* * *
Charlotte shivered as William pulled her close, his hands slowly lifting her chemise up her thighs and around her hips. She closed her eyes. It felt strange to be naked in front of anyone, but he wasn’t just anyone. She leaned her head back against his chest and he pressed his lips to her neck. She flushed, a shiver of desire trailing up her spine. He pulled the chemise higher, over her waist and up above her breasts until it was over her head and on the floor.
Before she could do anything, his hands were back on her, slowly travelling up her sides. The heat between her legs was growing. The anticipation had her writhing, rubbing her backside against him. She felt his manhood growing stiffer, pushing ever urgently against her. When his hands ran over top of her breasts, she gasped, biting her lip. He squeezed and then rolled the peaks between his fingers, causing her to yelp.
“Do you like that?” he asked.
The fire had started, and it was burning steadily in Charlotte’s chest. She felt weightless like she wasn’t even connected to her own body which was strange considering it was the source of all her pleasure. Her mouth didn’t know how to respond anymore. It was as if he had robbed her of all her senses and faculties. All she could do was moan, thankful that he kept teasing her nipples until she was sore.
He pulled back and she watched as he finished removing his clothes. She backed away, if just to see him better. He was lean and tall, his body sculpted finely. It likely took a lot of work to retain such a physique, but it somehow seemed effortless at the same time. His thighs were strong and his member was erect. He discarded his pants and shoes. Charlotte walked up to him, running a hand across his hard chest. He closed his eyes, pulling her close, feeling every part of her that had so often been obstructed by clothing.
“You are gorgeous,” he whispered.
“You are alright,” she said with a tight-lipped grin. He laughed, wrapping his arms around her, and spinning until her back was pressed up against the wall. The wallpaper was cool against her skin, which felt oddly erotic with the warmth of him flush against her. He ran his hand over her bottom, and pulled her thigh up around his hip. She gasped, and he motioned at her other leg, beckoning her to jump onto him, wrapping her legs around him. He pinned her back against the wall and pressed his hips against her. His member rubbed against her center, causing her to shiver.
It was almost torture how badly she wanted him inside her, but it seemed like he was taking his time. “Are you going to—”
“You’re so impatient,” he responded softly, his eyes closed like he was savoring every moment. He rolled his hips against her and she groaned. She gripped at his back, fingernails pressing into his skin as he continued to rub into her, holding her tightly like he was also driven to madness by his own desire.
She was aware of how much she was yearning for him. She didn’t remember having ever been as aroused as this. If he waited much longer, she was prepared to forgo all inhibitions and climb on top of him.
He bowed his head, his lips wrapping around her nipple and sucking lightly. Her hips bucked with a pang of hunger and she arched her neck, releasing a sharp sound. She wrapped her fingers around his face, cradling his head as he adored her. Then, he dropped her back onto the floor to catch her breath. “Please, William,” she begged. He motioned her to follow him to the bed. He helped her lay down, running his hands up her legs. Then he came over top of her, strong arms on either side of her and his body lowered between her legs. He placed himself at her entrance, and she took a deep breath.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“I think so,” she said. He stared at her and for that brief moment she saw all of her love reflected back in his deep brown eyes. This was the man she was willing to be fearless for. This was the man that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.
He advanced inside of her, and when she breathed in sharply at the sudden pain, he waited, allowing her to relax around him before he pushed any further, grunting as he sunk inside her core. Her mouth opened and her eyes rolled back, her body adjusting to feeling full for the first time. Once the pain subsided, the feeling was unlike any other. He seemed just as entranced. His lips were parted, and he was panting, brows furrowed in concentration as he established a rhythm.
Charlotte moaned, pulling him closer against him until her fingernails were pressed against his back pulling him because she wanted him deeper inside her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and angled her body up. He began to thrust faster, causing her legs to shake and her toes to curl. She whispered his name, biting down on her tongue so that she wouldn’t scream.
He leaned his head down, and in the space between their mouths, they struggled for breath. His nose was pressed against hers. As he continued his motion, she began to feel a desperation. She was starved for her climax. Without he even knowing, she began to buck her hips, wanting more.
Feeling brave, she used all her strength to push him onto his back. They turned, and she straddled his waist, reveling in how incredible it felt to be in control of how they both felt. He was so surprised that he had nothing to say. He just laid there, staring up at her, hands on her hips. Sliding back and forth, she moved her hips until he was straining beneath her at the feeling.
The motion was so intense that it was sending shockwaves through her body. She quickened the pace, riding him faster until her body reached a new high. She tightened, and fell, face into his chest and muffling a scream as the feeling stampeded through her. As she tightened, he too let out a shout, grunting as his face contorted with ecstasy.
Then, he relaxed, letting his body fall flat, and Charlotte collapsed over him, still straddling him. She tried to catch her breath, but the feeling had not gone away. Instead, she felt spent, sweaty, and like her body was glowing like a hot coal.
“Charlotte,” he whispered, kissing her passionately. She responded with as much energy she had left before she rolled over and sank into the mattress beside him.
“That was…” she paused, her voice small and breathy. “Better than I could possibly imagine.” His body glistened with sweat and his hair was wild. He was still short on breath, but the smile on his face showed that he agreed. They rolled closer, tangling their arms and legs together and resting.
After a few moments, Charlotte sat up, looking at the mess they had made of her chamber. “You have to help me get dressed,” she said. “We cannot be up here for much longer.”
“What if we just barricade the door and stay in here forever?”
Charlotte laughed, although she would be lying if she said the thought didn’t sound appealing. It would take a couple of weeks of nonstop lovemaking for her to make up for all the lost time. It didn’t really seem like something she could overindulge on, though. Whoever decided on a honeymoon period was very wise indeed.
Charlotte grabbed William’s hand and tugged him up out of bed. “Shouldn’t we share a dance before the night is over?” she asked.
His smile was sleepy and he stumbled up from the mattress acting like his legs were as weak as hers.
“Fine,” he sighed, gathering his clothing off the floor. Charlotte pulled her chemise over her head. Once William had dressed, he helped her secure her corset closed. He kissed her temple as he finished.