Chapter 7

For the briefest moment, Charles froze in shock. It took seconds, but once his brain caught up, it knew that he wasn't dreaming, and yes, this was really happening. Her lips were moist and soft.

She was utterly ignorant of the art of kissing, yet her innocent kiss nearly brought him to his knees. What she lacked in knowledge, CeCe more than made up for in enthusiasm.

Charles took a moment to enjoy the tenderness of her kiss, which she had yet again initiated. His heart racing and his breeches tightening, he soon felt that he needed more and took over the kiss.

He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her more firmly against him. Dear heaven above him, he could feel her pert breasts poking into his chest. That was doing nothing to cool his ardor.

Her hands, which had been clutching his face, had moved to his shoulders so she could hold on as she was lifted but not break the kiss.

He cradled her bottom and gently rocked his pelvis into her soft stomach. CeCe groaned, and he used this as an invitation to slip inside her mouth. It was everything last night's kiss had been and more. She tasted like peaches; he thought he could die just tasting her and being happy.

He kissed her thoroughly and passionately. His cock throbbed as he gently laid her against the chaise lounge and covered her with his body. He had to touch her, just for a moment, for he was terrified that at any moment, she would come to her senses and throw him off her.

He guided his hand up the curve of her hip and to her left breast. He ran a finger along the bodice of her day dress, and she moaned, arching her neck to give him more access. He broke the kiss and rained kisses along her neck and the back of her ear.

CeCe shuttered, feeling overwhelmed at the sensations he was provoking. She felt a tightness in her breast that she was sure he could ease. She took his hand and placed it directly over her breast.

"Please," she whispered, uncertain of what she was asking.

Charles did not disappoint. He ran his tongue over the swelling of flesh above her bodice and then, with the other hand, released a few buttons so that he could free her to him. He could see her pink nipples through the thin chemise, and he placed his lips over her bud, lightly sucking. He alternated this with little flicks of his tongue.

CeCe felt like she had white lightning streaking from her breast to the juncture of her thighs. She felt wet and hot and deliciously wicked. She started to thrust her hips up into him. She could feel his hardness, and it made her want to thrust faster... harder.

"Please," she whispered again, clutching his hair and rotating her hips.

"‘CeCe," he whispered, kissing her fevered flesh, "my darling, we must stop soon. Someone could come in at any moment."

He was trying to be a gentleman, albeit reluctantly, but it was difficult when she acted like a siren and not a lady. To be fair, he much preferred the siren.

"I need…," she broke off with another wave of pleasure washing over her. She felt she was building up to something but had no idea what it could be.

"I've never felt like this," she whispered in his ear, grinding herself against him, and he, truth be told, could not deny her anything.

He went to raise her skirts, and she opened her legs willingly.

"Just like that, my love, open for me," his raw, husky tone sent another wave of desire through her.

When he finally reached the juncture of her thighs, he parted her drawers and ran a finger over her mound.

She gasped, wanting him to help her, ease her... touch her. When at last he ran a finger over her soaking slit, she knew that this was what she wanted, had needed.

He stroked her masterfully, easing one finger inside her tight channel. He could feel his cock lengthen again. Indeed, it was the most aroused he had ever been. He kept the pace languid, helping her ease before inserting another finger. He would give anything to be easing his aching cock inside of her.

CeCe was thrashing beneath him, and he knew that she was close, her tender skin swollen and slick with desire, and with his thumb, he caressed her clit.

This caused CeCe to jump, "Yes!" she cried, "right there!"

He covered her mouth in a kiss to try and keep her quiet as he rubbed gently on that bundle of nerves that would send her into oblivion.

She shattered beautifully, flushed, and dazed as wave after wave of ecstasy cascaded over her body.

He continued to stroke her until the last of her release was completed. Her hair was all over the pillows. Her breasts were still wet and exposed from his kisses, and her skirts were still raised with his hand resting on her most private area. Charles had never seen her more beautiful.

"Alright, Little One?" he murmured into her neck.

"Um," she replied with a saucy smile. "That was much better with you than when I touched myself down there."

Charles choked. "Excuse me??"

CeCe had the grace to flush a bit, but she felt they could have no secrets between them now, not after this.

"It's not that unusual," she insisted, feeling embarrassed.

Pushing him to the side, she sat up and put her dress right. Trying to gather her hairpins, she quickly wound her auburn hair into a knot at the base of her neck and repined it.

Charles helped her fasten the back of her dress again.

"Do you think badly of me?" she whispered as he stood behind her.

Gently, he turned her around. "What do you mean?"

"That I sometimes touched myself and enjoyed what we did so much? I know that proper ladies are not supposed to do such things. But I am not always very good at being proper," her voice was low and her eyes downcast.

Charles tipped her head to meet his eyes, "What we did today was beautiful. You are beautiful. As for the other, I was only stunned momentarily because I was trying to picture you. Never be embarrassed with me, CeCe. I want you to make no mistake of that."

CeCe smiled up at her best friend, "Thank you."

Glancing back at the chaise they had been lying on, CeCe finally put two and two together, "Why on earth was Spencer having you move a chaise lounge in here when he already has one right here?"

Charles looked surprised, threw his head back, and laughed, "I honestly have no idea. But I'm ever so glad he did."

A banging on the other side of the door brought the two lovers to investigate. They could hear Robert and Spencer yelling for them to move out of the way; they were going to break down the door.

Charles and CeCe moved just in time for the study door to splinter at the lock and swung open, revealing a smiling Robert and Spencer.

"I'm sorry about that, Brother," Spencer said. "I have no idea what happened. I trust that you both are doing well?"

Roberts's eyes assessed the situation, noting his brother's tight falls and rumpled hair, "I'm sure they had no problems keeping each other entertained until we could facilitate a rescue."

Charles' eyes narrowed in suspicion, but CeCe grinned, "Yes, it's been a delightful afternoon." Charles choked again. "But I really must be going. Spencer, perhaps I could come later in the week?"

"Of course, CeCe," he chirped, finding the situation vastly amusing. "We always have a better time when you are here. Don't we, Charles?" he added, pounding his older brother on the back.

"Quite," he spat out, turning crimson.

Robert reached out his arm to CeCe and escorted her back to the front hall to gather her belongings and return home.

In the meantime, Charles asked Spencer why another chaise lounge needed to be added to his library. To which Spencer had no reply but that he simply wanted to.

Later that night, Robert and Spencer shared a fifth of the rum, congratulating themselves on their first matchmaking mission.