Chapter Twenty-Two

Charles set CeCe down on her feet, a little embarrassed now that they had reached his bed chambers. After all, it was almost midday. Most of his family was home. Surely someone knew that she was there? The gentleman in him insisted that he give her an honorable escape.

"I do beg your pardon, CeCe. I'm afraid I let the moment get the better of me. I know that I should not have brought you here."

CeCe was quiet. That had his nerves twisting and turning in horrified directions. Indeed, she was beyond mortified. He was really making a hash of everything.

"I will ensure the coast is clear, and then I will get you back downstairs. I assure you. I mean no disrespect to you, CeCe."

CeCe turned around and looked at him strangely, "Whatever are you going on about Charles?"

"Umm, that is to say. I didn't mean to imply that I… was that it would be okay to... I'm not certain how to express this." He finished lamely.

Her eyes danced, "I haven't the foggiest, but I don't care. Help me get this dress unbuttoned, would you?"

"I don't want to disrespect you in my parents' home."

She threw her head back and laughed, "But you are fine with it in the grotto?"

"I hadn't thought of that." He replied.

"I thought not," she grinned, "Now unbutton, please; I want this off!"

Charles shook his head, smiling, "Yes, ma'am."

He approached CeCe and positioned her so that she was facing a mirror, and he was behind her.

CeCe grimly tried to look away; she would gladly like to look at him in a mirror, but never herself.

"You have always been the most beautiful thing in the world to me," he said, brushing light kisses on the exposed skin as he worked.

As the gown began to drape, CeCe caught it in her arms. Charles straightened her arms, and the gown fell to the floor.

CeCe wasn't sure how she felt staring at her reflection.

"I've heard some of the things you have had to say over the years." He whispered. "That you are too thin or that your breasts are too small."

Charles removed her stays, chemise, and stockings, every stitch of clothing so that she stood bare before him.

He took down every pin until her hair hung in auburn waves. She was as bare and vulnerable as she had ever been.

"CeCe," he pleaded with her, "Do you not see the goddess you are? Don't you see the perfect shape of your upturned breast, the narrow curve of your waist? The way your chin tips up or the elegant curve of your spine. I lay in bed stroking myself, just thinking of you. All the damn time! I have since I was twelve years old! The reality of you is so overwhelming that I'm terrified of making your first time a disappointment. Never for a second doubt yourself. You are my everything."

Feeling more confident, CeCe reached for an arm around his neck. This raised her left breast higher, making it jut out further. There was something so erotic about him being fully dressed and her completely naked.

He ran his hands across her tight body, one going to the raised nipple and the other trailing into her curls. He nudged her legs apart a bit and groaned deeply at the wetness he found there.

She was mesmerized at his large dark hands against her pale white flesh, the contrast glaringly stark as well as captivatingly sexy. Slowly, he began to work his magic. Dipping his fingers in her wetness, he found her nub and began a rhythm.

"Notice how your cheeks are flushed with heat. Your breasts are getting fuller and heavier." He pulled hard on her tightened nipples, causing a flood of desire between her legs.

"You like that, sweetheart, don't you?" And he tugged again, causing her to moan loudly. "See how rosy your breasts are? They are so beautiful. I want to suck them, lick them, and shove my cock between them until I come all over them."

CeCe had never heard such delicious naughty words before and wanted them, wanted him and so much more.

Her breath was coming in short, tiny pants, and his hands were playing a symphony between her legs. And with one tiny tweak, her world exploded.

Wave after wave of delicious passion flooded her. Charles was there to catch her when the last of it was over.

Then he laid her on his bed and removed his clothes.

"We can still wait until we are wed." Charles offered, albeit reluctantly.

Charles wasn't even given an answer when CeCe jumped onto him. Her kiss was hot and demanding, thoroughly CeCe.

He gave her free rein for a few moments, letting her set the pace before slanting their lips and deepening the pace.

He devoured her, this lovemaking ten long years in the making—his grasp on her hips firm, trying to ease her way. But CeCe was as headstrong as ever. She slid her aching core down his length and gloried at his hissed breath. His length and heat were a triumph for her alone. He chose her; he loved her.

CeCe had ridden horses all over the countryside from the moment she could walk. Primarily she'd ridden bareback, completely unaware that it would help ease the discomfort of her first time. As she slowly sunk onto him, it only stung a little. He teased and plucked at her nipples. He was sucking them into his mouth and letting them go with a pop.

This made her laugh. "I never thought to laugh while making love."

His voice was much more profound when infused with passion, "I hope always to make you laugh, CeCe."

As she grew more confident, she moved more, and he thrust more firmly into her. Soon, they were striving, madly searching, and finding that beautiful release.

He grabbed her face and kissed her fiercely, "I will always love you, CeCe."

CeCe stilled momentarily, "And I will always love you, Charles."