Chapter Sixteen

Charles was not in good spirits. His head was pounding from too much drink, his body was fatigued from lack of sleep, and his eyes had large dark circles under them. Charles was certain that if his brothers had not badgered and berated him for his supposed stench, he would still be in the same clothes that he hadn't bothered to change out of days ago.

They just didn't get it— for his entire life, even longer than he could properly remember, he had known that he and CeCe would wed one day. It was more than a silly crush or a slight inkling. Charles wasn't sure he could recover, nor was he certain he wanted to. Wasn't a man deserving of some type of grieving period?

How his brothers had managed to get him bathed and dressed in this fine forest green jacket with tan trousers, he would never know. His valet, Gordon, had not been impressed with his heartache and practically led the attack.

Charles drew the line when Gordon had gone to tie his cravat in the popular style—The Mathematical. Surely his mother wouldn't be shocked at the sight of his bare throat? It didn't really matter if she was or not— he wasn't wearing a cravat. That was final.

Grouchily, he made his way through the garden to his mother's grotto. His father had given it to her some years ago when she insisted on having one space that was not overtaken by the male population. The boys didn't play here as children; they knew it was reserved for their mother.

The moment he saw the back of her yellow dress, his heart stopped. His eyes darted to her auburn tresses cascading down her back.

"Please tell me I'm not dreaming." Charles took off at a dead run.

CeCe heard some rustling behind her and turned to see Charles running toward her.

Her heart swelled within her breast as she took the briefest moment to look him over entirely. Had it only been a few days since she had seen him? It felt like eons.

He looked tired and wonderfully dear. His tan throat and some of his muscular chest were exposed by his open white lawn shirt. He wasn't wearing a cravat, and seeing him in just this hint of disarray sent heat churning in her belly.

Charles approached and grasped her hands, trying to catch his breath. "CeCe, whatever are you doing here? Are you hurt or in trouble?"

CeCe was so happy to see him that she threw her arms around his waist and buried her face into his chest, her bare cheek brushing the small amount of exposed skin by his missing cravat.

With a groan, Charles pulled her slender frame into him, cradling her as if she were made of glass or perhaps able to vanish into nothingness. He knew that his lengthened shaft was pressed tight against her belly; in its present state, there was no hiding it.

"No, I'm not in trouble, but I am hurting." Her lips trembled.

Gently he pulled back, holding her softly by the shoulders, "Please explain."

All the emotions of the past few days welled within her; her aquamarine eyes sparkled with unshed tears. Finally, a tiny one escaped and trickled down to her chin.

"I love you, Charles." She whispered, trembling. "I have done many things wrong in this entire affair, but the greatest was not telling you how I truly feel. I am so sorry and beg for your forgiveness. I love you; I think I've always loved you. I knew that I loved you when I refused your suit; I was scared and didn't want to lose you. But then you didn't come to tea, and you've always come when I asked you. Then the entirety of what I had truly lost completely crushed me; I can't have a world without you in it. Fear or not, you are my home."

Charles crushed CeCe against his hard chest; his lips demanding submission of which she freely gave. He slanted his lips over hers; she parted her own willingly, and he ravished her mouth—kissing her much more deeply than he ever had before.

CeCe's mind was flooded with passion, and she reveled in the authoritative way he was taking her. His hands slid from her face to her backside while his mouth nibbled and sucked at hers. CeCe felt another rush of moisture at the apex of her thighs; the heat was intense, and she moaned into his kiss—rubbing innocently against his throbbing erection.

He tore his lips from hers with a strangled oath and gave her a wicked grin.

"CeCe," he said with guttural voice; "you are to be my wife—it will happen; I know it and have always known it—are we clear?"

His eyes roved over her plump lips swollen and wet from kisses; to her firm breasts—the orbs creamy perfect rising out of her day dress.

"Do you remember asking me to show you what that scene was all about all those weeks ago in your family's library?"

CeCe was immediately reminded of her friend sprawled across the divan; breasts exposed as she squeezed pulled on tips while Earl had been doing something unknown under skirts—she remembered flooding moisture that she'd felt then in womanhood—it was nothing like throbbing she experiencing now.

"Yes," she moaned breathily; "I asked you to show me what they were doing but you hushed me up told me it would have to be later—is it later Charles?"

His voice guttural erection straining,

"Yes CeCe it's later."

Helping remove gown set aside safety pulling off clothes set with it.

CeCe staring at cock—never dreamed it would be so long thick—arms chest legs well-muscled very appealing—but dangerous look made insides hot core clench.

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"Helping remove gown," he said, setting aside safety, pulling off clothes with haste.

CeCe stared at the cock - never in her dreams did she imagine it would be so long, thick. His arms, chest, legs - all well-muscled and very appealing - but that dangerous look made her insides hot, her core clench.

He came over and laid his jacket on the ground for her protection. Slowly, he lifted her sheer silk chemise off her succulent form. Her breasts were not large, but they were perfectly formed, with apricot-colored nipples that had pebbled. "From the wind or from desire?" he wondered.

He gently helped her to his coat, "Do you remember when you told me you had touched yourself?"

CeCe flushed, "Yes."

"Would you please show me?" his husky voice causing goosebumps to erupt on her fair skin.

"Now?" she saw his eyes darken, and her core throbbed even more.

Slowly, she trailed her hand down to her womanhood. Lightly playing with her folds, she closed her eyes in anticipation.

"Look at me," he demanded harshly.

Her eyes shot to him, and she saw him taking his large cock into his hands and stroking it up and down in rhythm to her fingers playing in her folds.

"I want you to watch what you do to me. To see how crazy, you make me feel. I want you to know how much I want you, and only you, CeCe."

She let out a low moan; she couldn't help herself. He was so long and thick, and a bead of pearl liquid formed at the top of its head. She watched him rub it into his erection as he continued to stroke the red, enlarged flesh.

"I need more, CeCe, open your lips to me."

She looked bewildered and opened her mouth.

"No," he guided her, "down below, darling, let me see you."

CeCe slipped her fingers through her folds, she was dripping wet. She opened her sex so that he could see her most intimate parts. It was far more thrilling than it had ever been before.

Finding her swollen clit, she began to stroke it softly, circling it and teasing it while plunging her fingers deep within. She couldn't control the thrust of her hips or the sounds of pleasure escaping her mouth.

"You are so amazing, CeCe, you are everything I have ever wanted and more. The things that I want to do to you," his voice was causing her to go over the edge.

She began to feel the familiar quaking in her womb, "That's it, darling. I can see you are almost there." He stopped stroking his cock and positioned himself right next to her fingers as they danced on her clit and stroked deep inside.

He gently blew against her pink folds, "You are perfect."

She shattered, staring into his eyes, with him just an eyelash distance away from her core, contracting as the passion overwhelmed her.

And then he took her hand and licked her fingers clean.

Her eyes were huge.

He grinned, kissing her inner thigh and taking another long lick of her core.

She shuttered. "That is still so sensitive, but it feels so good."

His sexy smile from between her thighs almost undid her. "That was the most erotic thing I have ever seen. This is what I've been dreaming of for much too long."

He buried his face into her warmth. Licking and teasing her core with long, drugging kisses. He knew that she would be sensitive from her previous release, so he avoided her clit while driving her completely out of her mind.

Soon, she was thrusting her hips into his face, begging for release, and so he took her tiny clit into his hot mouth and sucked hard.

goosebumps erupted on her fair skin. "Now?" she saw his eyes darken, and her core throbbed even more.

Slowly, she trailed her hand down to her womanhood. Lightly playing with her folds, she closed her eyes in anticipation.

"Look at me," he demanded harshly.

Her eyes shot to him, and she saw him taking his large cock into his hands and stroking it up and down in rhythm to her fingers playing in her folds.

"I want you to watch what you do to me. To understand how insane with desire you make me feel. I want you to know how much I want you, and only you, CeCe."

She let out a low moan; she couldn't help herself. He was so long and thick, and a bead of pearl liquid formed at the top of its head. She watched him rub it into his erection as he continued to stroke the red, enlarged flesh.

"I need more, CeCe. Open your lips to me."

She looked bewildered and opened her mouth.

"No," he guided her, "down below, darling, let me see you."

CeCe slipped her fingers through her folds, she was dripping wet. She opened her sex so that he could see her most intimate parts. It was far more thrilling than it had ever been before.

Finding her swollen clit, she began to stroke it softly, circling it and teasing it while plunging her fingers deep within. She couldn't control the thrust of her hips or the sounds of pleasure escaping her mouth.

"You are so amazing, CeCe, you are everything I have ever wanted and more. The things that I want to do to you," his voice was causing her to go over the edge.

She began to feel the familiar quaking in her womb, "That's it, darling. I can see you are almost there." He stopped stroking his cock and positioned himself right next to her fingers as they danced on her clit and stroked deep inside.

He gently blew against her pink folds, "You are perfect."

She shattered, staring into his eyes, with him just an eyelash distance away from her core, contracting as the passion overwhelmed her.

And then he took her hand and licked her fingers clean.

Her eyes were huge.

He grinned, kissing her inner thigh and taking another long lick of her core.

She shuddered, "That is still so sensitive, but feels so good."

His sexy smile from between her thighs almost undid her. "That was the most erotic thing I have ever seen. And this is what I've been dreaming of for much too long."

He buried his face into her warmth. Licking and teasing her core with long, drugging kisses. He knew that she would be sensitive from her previous release, so he avoided her clit while driving her completely out of her mind.

Soon, she was thrusting her hips into his face, begging for release, and so he took her tiny clit into his hot mouth and sucked hard.

CeCe saw stars. Her body was completely out of her control. Wave after wave of pleasure shook her entire being. This was nothing like the orgasm minutes ago. "This was life-altering. He really should have led with this the other day."

Charles let out a bark of laughter, "Do you think it would have made a difference?"

She flushed, realizing she had spoken her thoughts to him, and then she laughed, "I think you could possibly win every argument we ever have for the rest of our lives if you use these kinds of tactics."

He slid up beside her to cradle her in his arms. Feeling much more at ease, CeCe leaned languidly into him and stroked his length. His hissed breath led her to believe that, if it was pleasurable for him to touch himself, it must be more so if she participated.

Cupping his staff, she began to stroke him like she had witnessed before. "Firmer and a bit harder," he said, and she delivered.

Reaching with her other hand, she cupped his heavy balls. They weren't as hot as his shaft, but he seemed to like her squeezing them. He seemed to like everything she was doing to him. She felt powerful and feminine in this intimate moment.

More of the pearl liquid formed at the tip, and she used it as lubrication, just as he had done. With a loud grunt, he began spurting his seed onto his stomach and over her hands.

"That was amazing!" she said still in awe of these beautiful acts of love.

He chuckled softly. "You are amazing, CeCe. I love you. Please, for the love of all things, would you please consent to marry me?"

She looked at him with uncertainty but knew that the only thing that she could truly answer if she ever wanted to be happy was the answer that was written in her heart. And so, she said "Yes."