Compromising Charis

by Sahara Kelly

  “Excellent.” He was a little hoarse now, his cock iron-hard and heavy on her naked thigh. “Here’s what we’re going to do, little one.”

  She struggled through a fog of arousal, aware of her body more than his words. She ached, tingled and shivered, and could feel the heat of him surrounding her. His cock moved a little, almost as if possessed of its own desires. Sneaking a glance at it, Charis licked her lips.

  He groaned. “Not yet. Soon, but not yet.”

  Almost unaware of what he meant, she looked into his eyes, only to find her breath taken away by the heat she saw there. A passion that burned, a desire that echoed the arousal flaming inside her.

  “What do you want, Sinjun?” she whispered, holding his gaze.

  “Make yourself come. Show me what you like. How to touch you. How to make you burn.” It was intimate, shocking, and utterly exciting. Charis shook her head.

  “Don’t refuse. I know you bring yourself pleasure. Show me. Here. Now. In my arms. Share it with me, Charis. Give me your release. A gift if you’d like to think of it that way.” He held her more tightly. “We’re committed to this path, to your ruination. Don’t say no. Please?”

  Surrendering to that one word, spoken with more passion than she’d ever heard from a man in her entire life, Charis let her body relax into Sinjun’s, his bare chest burning against her naked skin. His cock was still against one thigh, but he pushed at the other, parting them, exposing her most private parts, spreading her wide to his gaze.

  “Do it, Charis. My God, do it. I shall die if you don’t, I swear.”

  Daringly she looked down, seeing herself laid bare, and his arousal a dark red length against her white skin. She looked back up at his face and licked her lips, amazed by her courage, and the anticipation he’d created by his actions. Not to mention the complete and total wantonness of the next words she spoke which seemed to come out of nowhere. “I will. If you will.”

  His nostrils flared as he sucked in air. Then nodded. “Agreed. You first.”

  Her hands moved of their own volition, hesitating as she apprehensively reached for the places she knew gave her pleasure. One arm stretched out and down, coming to rest across her abdomen as her fingers sought that magic place between her thighs. Her other hand cupped one breast. Charis had discovered her nipples to be sensitive and easily aroused, the stimulation sending little lightning bolts of dazzling pleasure to her womb. Coupled with the lightest of touches on her nether lips, it was the start of a process she knew would reduce her to whimpering ecstasy.

  And Sinjun was watching her every move. “Yes, my sweet. Do it. Caress those pussy lips of yours. Show me how. Where. How fast. You’re aroused now, Charis. Show me how to take you higher.…” He moved slightly, leaning to one breast, sucking it as she rolled the other nipple between her thumb and forefinger in that particular way that gave her the utmost pleasure.

  His lips did it so much better. The wetness of his mouth and the heat of his tongue added extraordinary depth to the sensation, and made her spread her thighs wide without any more hesitation. She was well on the road and couldn’t have stopped now if someone held a sword to her throat.

  As if he knew, he suckled her harder then released her to turn his head and watch her fingers, sliding and slicking through her own moisture, rubbing around the tiny place that seemed to take on a life of its own at times like these.

  Charis knew her body. She’d had ample time alone to investigate these pleasures and felt no shame about enjoying them. But being watched, suckled and caressed at the same time, well, that was amazingly erotic. She felt so much more sensual.

  She was a woman sharing her body with a man, and that knowledge heightened everything a thousand times over. A personal ride to release was one thing, and very nice. This? This was exquisite ecstasy, touched by the wicked hand of things forbidden. It was outrageous, appalling, something that should never even cross the mind of a well-brought-up young woman.

  And she relished every minute of it.

  She loosed the final chains on her sensuality, slipping down a little as her rhythm picked up, and her body quickened. She moaned as the tingles began low in her spine, and whimpered at the touch of her own hand on her breast. Sinjun had cupped the other one and was flicking his thumbnail across her nipple in perfect time with the flexing of her fingers against her pussy. It was a dual assault she was helpless to resist.

  “Sinjun—" She gasped his name as her body tightened, arching over his arm like a bowstring reaching its limits.

  “Yes, do it, Charis. Come.”

  He gripped her hard as the shudders began, pulling her hand away and thrusting his in its place between her legs. His fingers stroked, penetrated her, one, then two, as his thumb played with the perfect spot to drive her insane.

  The spasms began, taking her away, rolling over her in a blissful tide of release. She could feel him inside her, his fingers moving, enhancing each and every orgasmic shudder.

  She cried out, her eyes closing as her head fell back and her body shook. It was a magnificent moment of climax. A moment her body recognized as perfection. A sensual haze spread around her, claiming Charis’ body and soul.

  She trembled again as the tremors abated, and Sinjun’s hand moved out of her body. She sighed, and opened her eyes.

  Sinjun was looking at her. “Beautiful, Charis. So beautiful. I’ve never seen anything so exquisite as your face when you come.” He held up his hand, damp with her juices, then surprised her by lifting it to his mouth and licking his fingers. “And you taste like the sweetest honey from impossibly magical bees.”

  She lay exhausted in his arms, watching him, marveling at his natural sensuality and how comfortable she felt at that moment. Then a weight on her thigh reminded her of one piece of unfinished business. She tipped her head and stared at his cock. “I believe it’s your turn now….”

  * * * *

  He was so aroused that he nearly came from looking at her gaze as it landed on his cock. She was relaxed and limp in his arm. The scent of her body a richly intoxicating fragrance surrounding them. He inhaled the mix of musk and flowers, the salty tang created by sweat and the unique essence of sexually aroused woman.

  But he had to keep up his end of the bargain. Not that this would be a challenge, of course. He would probably die if he didn’t. He merely nodded, clasped her hand in his and brought it down to his erection. “This won’t take long.”

  “No?” She looked curious as her hand flexed around him, learning him, squeezing him a little, then releasing him. With fascinated abandon she explored his cock, gently caressing and driving him to the brink of insanity.

  “No. Just holding you like this stimulates me. Watching you, feeling you come, all these things have driven me to the edge.” He wrapped her fingers around his length and squeezed them tightly. “And this? Your touch?” He sucked in a breath of air. “Well, this will pretty much do it.”

  Charis blinked. “Oh, my goodness. You’re so smooth. The way your skin moves over the hardness underneath.” Her eyes flicked to his, then back to his cock. “It’s. . . amazing.”

  “You’ve never—” He gulped as her hand found the right cadence and stroked him on its own. “You’ve never touched a man like this?”

  She shook her head. “No. My experience was. . .limited.”

  A tight smile curved his mouth. “I’m glad.”

  Intent now on her movements, and his cock’s response, Charis didn’t answer. Which was a good thing, since at that point Sinjun’s throat closed, his balls tightened almost unbearably, and he knew he was on the brink.

  “God.” He choked out the word as every muscle in his body turned to iron. He exploded, shuddering spasms of release thundered through his cock, and erupted in a milky stream of his seed. It dappled Charis’ thigh, glittering pools of pearlescent liquid shooting hotly onto her pale skin.

  She held her breath, her stillness an indication of her attention to his orgasm, her mouth slightly open, her eyes
wide and staring at his body as it released itself beneath her grasp.

  Finally, as he softened, she looked up at him. “That was quite the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen.”

  He struggled for air and words. “Really?”

  She nodded. “Oh, yes. Without question. Thank you for sharing it with me.”

  Oblivious to the somewhat bedraggled state they were both now in, she snuggled into his arms, and rested her head on his shoulder. “We’re so different in this. Men and women. But the pleasures are probably close to being the same, aren’t they?”

  He smiled at her tiny yawn as he considered her question, and listened to his pulse as it returned to something approaching normal. “I can’t answer that. I only know that it’s about as perfect a sensation as there is in this world, sweetheart.”

  There was no answer. He pulled his head back to look at her face. She was sound asleep.

  Compromising Charis:

  Chapter Four

  Sinjun was astounded by how deeply one woman could dive into the arms of Morpheus. Reluctant to deprive himself of the sight of her naked charms, he nevertheless pulled a soft cover over her bare body. She didn’t stir.

  Stomach grumbling, he went in search of food. He brought a tray back with him which he promptly consumed since Charis showed no signs of waking in spite of his murmured entreaties, or the waving of a fine cheese under her nose. Then he wandered outside to sit in the sunshine, letting the warmth blanket his bare shoulders as he stared over his friend George’s sprawling gardens. And lost himself in his thoughts.

  What had begun as a delightful dalliance for him, a challenge few men could refuse, had become something else. He’d just thoroughly and knowingly seduced his own future wife. Which was quite reprehensible, and certainly out of the ordinary way of things. Of course, so was Charis. From what she’d told him, she was neither suitable, nor a virgin, being, as she so picturesquely put it, ruined.

  He’d honestly thought this sojourn in the country might lead him to withdraw his offer. That careful thought and consideration would be part of his stay. Such consideration to include whether this marriage was the right thing to do, or indeed, whether marriage was in the cards for him at all, his heritage be damned.

  For practical purposes, he knew he should marry, Aunt Susan was right in that regard. He still possessed a decent estate, but more gold for the coffers wouldn’t hurt.

  Sinjun had wanted to expand his holdings. It was what every landholder desired, and the way of the world. But, he couldn’t afford the property he really wanted, and perhaps that thwarted goal had made him more receptive to the idea of marriage.

  And the rebellious streak inside him had responded to the notion of taking a disreputable wife, instead of the cold-blooded mating he’d experienced the first time around. Although he’d had no notion at the time of what exactly 'disreputable'

  involved. If it wasn’t enough to deter Aunt Susan, then it clearly wasn’t an obstacle.

  What a pair they were, him and Charis.

  And what a woman she was.

  He’d met only one other woman like her, a beautiful courtesan with whom he’d managed to afford one extraordinary night many years ago. She’d been unfettered by societal rules, generous with her body, and free with her own pleasure in her sexuality. She’d seemed unique to him then, but now, after meeting Charis, he wasn’t so sure. Through some miracle, he’d met another woman who believed in her own right to sexual pleasures. Perhaps fate was making amends for his unfortunate past. Whatever it was, he was grateful for it since it had ended with him sitting in the sunshine, naked to the waist, sexually sated with his belly full.

  Which was all well and good, but didn’t assist in silencing his conscience, which chose that moment to raise its head and grab Sinjun sharply by the ear. This entire day was a dangerous lie. Now that he’d met and touched Charis, Sinjun knew she was his. But was this afternoon of ruination going to ruin his chance of happiness? When she learned of his deception, would she run as fast as she could in another direction? Or take a cooking pot to his head? He wouldn’t put it past her.

  He would willingly take his lumps if it meant winning her forgiveness. One taste of Charis had lured him into her coils for life. Or perhaps fate had simply provided him with what he hadn’t realized he wanted.

  Frowning as he puzzled through the enigma, Sinjun stretched lazily in the sunshine, once again relishing the sybaritic pleasure of warm breezes on his naked skin. He let a few thoughts wander through his brain.

  He should drop this charade, and tell Charis who he was. He definitely ought not to continue with his seductive plans for the afternoon. Then, the thought of letting her dress, of hiding her nakedness and not touching her, well, it was untenable.

  He wouldn’t hurt her. He couldn’t. He simply wasn’t that kind of man. Besides, she’d suffered enough thus far in life. He wasn’t about to add to her burdens. All he could do was claim her as best he knew how, and pray it would be enough to bind her to his side.

  He was tempted to drop his breeches and play Adam in his own personal Garden of Eden while he waited for Eve to wake up. However, since the flowers were in full bloom and attended by a goodly sized contingent of bees, risking his private parts probably wasn’t the wisest idea.

  As Sinjun shook his head at his absurd notion, a gentle breeze wafted around him, filling the air with the scent of early honeysuckle. It was heavy, almost thick, a sensual sweetness that reminded him of Charis when she was aroused.

  He should go and see if she was awake. ‘T'was past noon already, he guessed. Of course, if she’d arisen before dawn, and had already walked several miles when he’d found her, such exhaustion was unsurprising. And tossing in the sexual play, her breathlessly magnificent climax on his lap, yes, she had a right to her rest.

  But not for too much longer.

  The hunger gnawing in Sinjun’s gut had nothing to do with food, and everything to do with Charis. He wanted to fuck her. Really fuck her. In a bed. He wanted to be deep inside her, staring into her blue eyes as she screamed, and came around his cock.

  Nothing less would satisfy him, not with this woman.

  And then, of course, somehow he had to convince her that he wasn’t a lackwit, and she should give the notion of marrying him more consideration since he was rapidly coming to the conclusion it was the only logical course of action.

  What a wife she would be. Scarcely into her twenties, she was ready to go and live with gypsies rather than be bullied into a path she refused to consider. She knew horses, so did Sinjun. He would bet anything they could build a stable that would outrank other breeding establishments within two years.

  He blinked to himself as he reentered the house. He was thinking ahead. Into a future he’d not anticipated in his wildest dreams. He had yet to settle on the best way to make it happen, but he knew he would arrive at an acceptable solution.

  And it was all because of Charis.

  Who had apparently sunk into catalepsy, since she was snuffling a little, curled up under the coverlet. With a sigh, Sinjun picked her up and carried her upstairs. She was tall but slender, a slight burden he managed easily.

  The bedroom was shadowed from the afternoon glare, and she made hardly a sound as he pulled down the quilt and settled her on the pillows.

  Sinjun found his body responding to the sight of her lying naked, her body dappled with sunlight and shadows. Unable to resist the temptation, he stripped off the damn breeches and eased himself in beside her, fully intending to take a nap himself.

  But she stirred, sleepily turning toward him and reaching out, her hand coming to rest on his hip as he bent his elbow, and rested his head on his hand, watching her. She smiled, not quite awake.

  A sigh lifted her breasts slightly. Sinjun gently moved, capturing one globe in his hand and letting his thumb drift softly across the nipple. It budded, furling and hardening in response. The idea of a nap vanished with the fire that exploded in his cock. Sinjun leaned o
ver her, replacing his thumb with his lips and tongue. He suckled the tiny nub, teasing it with his mouth, licking the rosy flesh, and inhaling the warm scent of her body. She answered him with gentle sounds of pleasure, her limbs relaxed and lying loose, her eyes closed as he feasted on the delights she offered.

  He slid down, paying minute attention to the dip of her navel, noting the goosebumps that appeared on her skin as he flicked his tongue over the indentation and ringed it playfully. Her legs moved beneath him, parting, spreading wide, an invitation he wasn’t about to refuse.

  Was she aware of where he was headed? Of what he was about to do? He neither knew nor cared. A single need drove him. An intense and blinding desire to get his mouth on her, to taste her, to drink her juices. To suck her into an orgasm that would send her mind flying, and her body trembling and shuddering around his. Charis had invaded his soul and conquered it. And he was a more than a willing prisoner of this woman.

  She moaned and lifted her head from the pillow. “Sinjun? What—”

  “Sshh.” He stroked a silky thigh, and dotted quick kisses on the delicate skin above her mound. “I’m playing. You’re dreaming.”

  “Mmm.” She relaxed again. “I’ve never had a dream like this.” Her voice was low, husky with sleep and arousal.

  “Just enjoy it.”

  Sinjun shifted his position down between her thighs, sliding his arms beneath her, and lifting her legs to rest on his shoulders. He cupped her buttocks with his hands, and raised her a little, settling himself and staring at the folds of her pussy.

  She was plump and pink, shining with the liquids he’d coaxed from her. Lushly ripe and ready for his mouth. Her sweet scent tickled his nostrils, spice, woman and sex.

  Deeper pink lips beckoned him, peering shyly from the shadows between her legs. With reverence, Sinjun dipped his head and licked her, a long swipe of his tongue from the darkness to the very crest of her pussy.

  She gasped, her body tightening as he repeated the action. When he delved into the moist folds, she whimpered. When he teased her sensitive nubbin from beneath its hood, she choked back a cry. And when he pressed his tongue into her body, he could hear her breath leave her lungs in the silence of the room.