close your eyes and feel me

12

-This chapter has a "graphic" description of sexual intercourse- 

It was a dangerous game that they were playing, sneaking out when so many people could notice.

But both of them were craving for each other's touch. 

When she grabbed his wrist between her fingers and put them on her back, he let her do so happily. Quickly, hers went on his cheek and brought his face to her. She kissed him, impatiently, as they were moving around, stumbling over things. He finally pulled her up and sat her down on the desk of the library.

Her lips left his mouth and she went on his chin, then neck, while her hands were unbuttoning his shirt. He let go of a sigh and closed his eyes.

She took off his shirt only in a matter of seconds.

-"Take off my dress", she instructed him.

His hands, already on her back, then proceed to undo the laces of her corset, and it wasn't long until it was loose enough for her to jump on her feet and take it off.

She felt both powerful and safe, all while being naked in front of him. Fast enough, she took him by the neck and kissed him again. Her breasts came crashing on his chest, and both of them realized how hot they were.

- "We have to be quiet", said Sidney while putting her back on the desk. "You have to be quiet", he then adds.

- "Stop talking and kiss me", she interrupted him.

She was longing for his touch and did not want to hear him telling her to be quiet. As if he wasn't the one responsible for her moaning and whimpers.

He obeyed and kissed her, first gently while cupping her face, but the kiss became heated rapidly. Her fingers were on his pants and it didn't take long before she had put them down enough to let his ass and cock out.

She had spread her legs open to him and was looking at him with desire and anticipation. His hand on her hips, his lips on hers, she took his cock and directed him to her entrance.

Sidney smiled and teased her by putting only his tips inside of her, leaving her incredibly frustrated.

After a few time, Charlotte had enough of that sinful game as it was driving her mad, and pushed her legs around him, forcing him to penetrate her, at last. 

There he was, inside of her completely. Exactly where he belonged.

She gasped, suddenly inhaling with her mouth open, and he kissed her at the same moment. He started to move, at first slowly, but soon enough, it wasn't bearable, neither for him or her, and he began to thrust into her more firmly.

Charlotte was moaning against his lips, her nails were digging in his shoulders. He grabbed her hair with one hand, opening her neck to him, and he started to kiss her skin. His thrust was now harder, and even he couldn't hold a groan or two.

Out of the two, it was Charlotte who couldn't control herself more. She was near to climax and all you could hear in the room was the couple's saccaded breathing and Charlotte's panting. In order to keep her silenced, Sidney kissed her again, but she only ended up whimpering against his lips. He was near to cum and broke the kiss to tell her to not make that much noise, but as he opened his mouth to talk, he felt her cum all over him.

She was trembling convulsively between his arms, her eyes were rolling back from pleasure and before he knew it, Sidney was cumming in her, groaning loudly as he could.

When she opened her eyes, Charlotte was panting in her bed, completely alone.

She sat up in the bed, breathing heavily. What was that? She moved her legs and felt this dampness between her legs. Her head was pounding and all the memories of the night before were coming back to her.

She had drunk too much wine and asked, no, begged him to kiss her.

and he had refused.

Charlotte was hurt, but most importantly, she was embarrassed. How... unladylike was it of her to act like that!

She hadn't thought about her reputation, about his reputation! She didn't care about his engagement to another woman, all she wanted what for him to touch her.

Charlotte's behaviour was unacceptable... And that dream! Oh god, that dream!

How did her mind make up such a scenario? And why had her body reacted so vividly to this idea?

If Charlotte could have been buried alive from the embarrassment, she would've. Never again would she be able to look at him, to look at Eliza in the face after both that night and that dream.