Pleasure (A Sanditon FanFic)

The Kiss

The breeze carried the scent of wildflowers and salt. Charlotte was very aware of Sidney walking behind her, his hand casually brushing against hers. Her head buzzed with conflicting thoughts wanting to reach out and touch him, but her sense of propriety—and Georgiana's rushed warning—stopped her.

Sidney watched Charlotte tip toeing her way along the grass and rocks. He wanted nothing more than to stop her and pull her close, to finish the conversation he had started the night before. Worried that the moment might soon pass, Sidney reached for Charlotte's hand.

"I was hoping that we might find a moment when we could be alone together." Sidney's heart pounded as he looked earnestly into Charlotte's questioning eyes.

"Were you?" Her voice cracked as her emotions got the better of her. Her whole body was electric from his proximity.

"Yes, I woke up this morning, and my head was full of the conversation we had last night."

"So did I."

Sidney took another step closer to Charlotte. His thumbs drew circles on her wrists. "Charlotte." He whispered, asking for permission to kiss her with his eyes, his head leaning forward.

"Yes." She breathed. Her heart pounded in her ears as Sidney slowly kissed her.

The whole world seemed to pause and the only thing that mattered was Sidney's lips against hers. Wrapping her arm around him she pulled him closer and he deepened the kiss. Despite their mutually felt passion, the kiss still held an air of innocence and longing. Sidney gently stroked Charlotte's cheek, and he tucked her hair behind her ear.

Pulling away, Charlotte looked at Sidney with admiration and desire. Sidney wanted nothing more than to grab her waist and kiss her again.

Looking around for somewhere more hidden, Charlotte spotted a secluded nook along the rocks that might provide some privacy.

"Follow me." She said with a wicked smile.

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Sidney laid his overcoat down on the grass. Charlotte politely sat, folding her legs underneath her. Sidney sat next to her, his long legs extending out in front of him.

Charlotte didn't know what to do next. She thought back to that day she had "chaperoned" Georgiana and Otis. Their relaxed familiarity and affection was heartwarming. Watching from the other side of the picnic blanket, Charlotte had felt a pang of jealousy, as she wanted very badly to be touched and caressed in that way.

Looking over at Sidney, she realized this was her chance. Taking a deep breath, she leaned forward onto her knees. One hand pressed firmly on the ground in front of her, the other reached forward to grab his shirt fabric, pulling him close. Sidney's hand drifted towards her waist and slowly their lips met again.

This kiss was more lustful than the first. Gone was the chaste nervousness; Sidney bushed his tongue along Charlotte's lower lip, and she gladly opened her mouth. Her hand traveled from his shirt to the back of his neck, fingers desperately tangling with his hair.

Sidney's hand tightened on Charlotte's waist. He tugged her closer, wanting to feel her soft curves pressed against his body. Sidney kissed down her neck, his tongue pressed against her warm skin. He paused to nip a small bruise at her pulse point before traveling further down, leaving a small trail of wet kisses across her collar bones. Brushing Charlotte's hair off her shoulders Sidney kissed along her breasts, his lips feverish against her.

Charlotte closed her eyes, relishing in the sensations of his attention. The warm sun felt like honey on her face, and his lips melted her into content submission. As he passed down her chest, Charlotte sighed a content breath of pleasure. Her hands drifted over his shoulders and down his arms, feeling the strength and promise of power in his body.