Page 51 of Falling for a Footman

Seed, cum, semen, she thought to herself, as James released a breast to trace a hand down her body to the edge of the dress. He slowly tucked it down, nudging her to lift her bottom for him to pull it over her hips and down her legs. Charlotte’s heartbeat sped up at the way his eyes roamed over her with hunger and appreciation.

“Your jacket,” she croaked.

James looked at her as if he had never heard the word before. When it dawned on him what she meant, he quickly tore his jacket off and threw it on the floor. His cravat and waistcoat joined it. Charlotte licked her lips and leaned forward when he was sitting before her in just his shirt sleeves. She gently tucked at the hem and lifted it over his head.

She was glad that there was enough light in the summer pavilion for her to see him. The slick muscles that she had only been able to feel underneath his clothes was now fully visible. She reveled in the sight of his naked chest, the hollows of his clavicles and slowly let her gaze wander down his body all the way to the still open fall of his breeches where part of his manhood and the crass hair, that she had felt previously, was visible. Charlotte gulped with a dry sound that made James chuckle. Anxious she looked up at him, but it was mirth mixed with desire and she realized that he had not laughed at her.

His muscles moved underneath his skin as he leaned forward and tucked on the hem of her chemise. She lifted her bottom again and allowed him to pull it over her head even though she felt shy to do it. But he wanted to see her and thus she wanted to show him.

“You are so beautiful, Charlotte,” he murmured, and his voice made her gaze travel speedily back to his face. From the look of hunger in his eyes he had taken in the vision of her body the same way that she had his.

He moved to the chaise longue, quickly divested himself of boots and breeches, and nudged her onto her back and slowly lay down on top of her, all the while kissing her fiercely, his hands finding her naked breasts and gently squeezing them. Charlotte squirmed with anticipation at the thought that he would touch her between her legs again. But James seemed to focus on kissing her and caressing her breasts, making her impatient to be touched anywhere else.

Finally, he moved from her mouth and began kissing his way down her throat to her breasts. It was not what she had expected, but it felt good. She tilted her head to one side to allow him more access to her neck. To her surprise he did not stop at her neck, but kissed his way further down, until his mouth was on one of her rosy nipples. Charlotte gasped with pleasure as his tongue played with it, her hips bucking involuntarily in anticipation of what she hoped would come.

But James still did not touch her. Instead, he kissed his way to her other nipple, the other quickly cooling as his mouth was not on it anymore. But as if he was able to read her mind, his hand came to rest on it, playing gently with it, as he sucked the other nipple into his mouth. Charlotte could not take it anymore. He had to know what she wanted him to do.

“You’re teasing me.” Her voice was higher pitched and breathier than she had expected it to be.

James chuckled into her breast.

“A bit perhaps. Don’t you like it?”

“Too much,” Charlotte murmured and felt her body tighten as James started to move his lips down her body, kissing her rips and stomach. His tongue licked her navel, which just seemed to inflame her even more. His fingers parted the folds of her sex, but instead of what she had expected, that he would finally, finally start touching her, his mouth landed on her sex. He was teasing her sensitive folds with his tongue.

“Oh, heavens, James,” she breathed.

This was even better than him touching her. His tongue found the most sensitive places and Charlotte squirmed beneath him, unable to lie still. This was beyond anything she had ever thought possible. He knew exactly where she wanted him to pleasure her. She felt her body tensing the same way it had before, her breath coming out in pants, and she could not help but moan loudly.

When James said: “Come for me, Charlotte,” she understood what he meant and simply let go, surrendering to the feeling of pure pleasure, her body spasming as he licked her deeply.

As she was still shuddering trying to come down from the emotion, James came to lie beside her, hugging her to him.

“Should I have licked you?” Charlotte asked into his shoulder, her mind still dazed from the amazing experience.

“No, what you did was perfect,” James answered, smoothing her hair back from her face, kissing her forehead.

“But do women lick men as well?” she asked.

“Yes, they do, but Charlotte... you don’t have to analyze this moment. Just enjoy it,” James said, a hint of laughter in his voice.

Charlotte smiled into his shoulder, a little put off by his words, but also amazed that he knew her so well. For good measure, she sighed dramatically.

“Fine, I’ll have to do just that if you insist,” she remarked tartly.

James chuckled and for a while they were simply lying in silence, enjoying the warmth from each other’s bodies.

“James?” Charlotte then had to ask.

“What?” he mumbled, sounding like he had been more than halfway asleep.

“How often will we do this, when we’re married?” she asked with a grin.

“As often as possible,” James murmured and kissed her thoroughly and Charlotte felt the fire igniting her body once again. She stroked down his body and as she felt him become more awake, she touched and teased his skin but avoided his manhood altogether. She could feel it against her thigh though; it was hard again, and he moved his hips in the same wanton way that she had done before.

“Charlotte,” he all but growled.

“What?” she asked with mock-innocence, not able to hide her smile.