Page 52 of Falling for a Footman

He did not answer but simply lay on top of her, kissing her neck and then her breasts. There was a desperation and an urgency to his kisses. His hand travelled down her body to her womanhood and teased the wet folds there. Charlotte moaned and writhed with anticipation.

“Blast it, Charlotte, I long to be inside of you,” he muttered against the skin in the valley between her breasts.

“I want it too,” Charlotte panted as he kept stroking her, one of his fingers sliding inside of her. It drove her almost insane as he started moving it and somehow, she instinctively knew that it would only feel better, if it was him, his manhood, that was there. “Is there no way...” she breathed and hoped he understood what she was asking, since she was not certain she would be able to form an entire sentence.

“It’s not completely reliable, but there is a way to avoid conception,” he said as a second finger joined the first.

“Do it,” was all Charlotte was able to mutter as she panted and writhed. She felt his fingers leave her body and then something larger pressed against her. She looked up to see his attentive and anxious gaze on her as he slowly slid into her, and she realized that this was what the magnetism was truly about. This was how their bodies could be as close to each other as possible.

It did not immediately feel as amazing as she had thought. At first, she just felt full, but as he started to move, she gasped breathlessly, and when she learned that she could enhance the feeling by meeting his hips with her own, she could not help but cry out each time he thrust into her. James looked intense and focused above her as if he needed to keep one last strain of control and could not surrender completely.

“James,” she gasped, and he had to be able to hear the question in her voice.

“Just let go,” he pressed out and he seemed to pick up the speed which made it impossible for Charlotte to do anything but just that. She cried out beneath him, the feeling of being with him more intense than what they had ever done together.

She felt him pull out of her and heard James gasp as he deposited the hot liquid on the lower part of her stomach. He rolled to his side and lay beside her for a moment, panting for air. His mouth found her shoulder and his hand found hers squeezing it tightly.

“James?” Charlotte asked.

He only grunted in response.

“How often will ‘as often as possible’ be?” she teased him.