Compromising Charis

by Sahara Kelly

  She was so wet, her liquids soaked his face as he devoured her. No inch of flesh was left untouched, he made sure of it. Alternating between delicate flicks, and stronger touches, he played with her as he’d promised, pleasuring himself as much as he was pleasuring her. He enjoyed this act and considered it an essential part of lovemaking, in contrast to many of his peers.

  With Charis it was everything he loved and more. She answered his every move with an encouraging move of her own, and when he felt her hands in his hair, gently touching his scalp, he soared beyond simple enjoyment into bliss.

  How long he lay there with his tongue roaming her pussy, Sinjun had no idea. He caressed her with every ounce of skill he possessed, unwilling to take her to the final step before he’d tasted his fill.

  But Charis, unskilled and unfamiliar with this kind of attention, could not hold back her body’s response. Before long, the thigh muscles resting on his shoulders tensed, and he could feel her heels digging harder and harder into his back.

  She was near, very near now. Wet, fragrant, and swollen, her pussy lips gleamed at him, mutely begging him to take her to orgasm, to release the tension he’d created inside her.

  He was pretty damn tense himself, his cock a rigidly uncomfortable length he was presently crushing into the mattress. But he was able to put thoughts of his own sensations aside, to push them away while he feasted on the woman he knew was his.

  “Sinjun please. . . .” Charis whimpered the words into the silent air.

  It was time. She couldn’t take any more, and he wanted to hold the reins for her, to be there with her, to devour her release as he sucked down her moisture.

  He tightened his grip on her buttocks, moving his hands so that his fingers could graze the crease between them and tease her higher. She shuddered at the touch on tight anal muscles, and sucked in a harsh breath of air when he combined it with a renewed assault by his tongue on her tender, swollen nether lips. It was almost as if he held her hovering above the bed, taut with desire, immobile and waiting for the wave to break.

  Sinjun moved a hand, allowing a fingertip to push past the barrier into her arse. And then he pressed his mouth against her pussy, and his tongue into her slick heat.

  She croaked out something unintelligible, slammed her thighs together, nearly crushing his head, and came, great spasms eating at his face, his tongue and his finger buried inside her. Her entire body shook as the contractions continued, and she grasped handfuls of his hair as if to anchor herself against the maelstrom.

  He could feel her every shudder, every trembling roll of release as it tore through her. He knew when it crested, and knew when the aftereffects began to ripple more gently in its wake.

  And when she finally sagged, limp in his grasp, he easily rolled her over onto her stomach.

  “Forgive me. I’m not ready to take you yet. This must suffice.”

  Her buttocks, the imprint of his fingers still reddening the round white flesh, called to him. He quickly moved so that his cock lay along the crack between them, holding his weight on his forearms, and watching the engorged purple flesh as it lay against the white mounds.

  Gritting his teeth, Sinjun moved, pressing himself down, letting her buttocks clasp his cock. A poor substitute for her sheath, but one he would take right now. It had to be either this or his hand. He would not come in her body until she was well aware of the consequences.

  A few strokes, a few moments of rare delight when the heat of her arse seared his flesh, and he came, balls tight and shaking, spurting semen in creamy jets along her spine.

  Lying still beneath him, Charis moved her head and tried to look back, then let her head fall into the pillow. “Oh, that feels so good.” Her buttocks flexed as he softened. Some day, perhaps, they would take this play a step further. Sinjun smiled at the thought. Some day. There would be time, he knew. Time to explore the sensual depths that Charis probably didn’t know she possessed. But they were there. He knew. And he would be more than happy to teach her.

  “I’m glad.” He eased away and kissed her bare shoulder, reaching for the pitcher and ewer on the stand next to the bed. Gently, he cleaned her, wiping his seed from her skin, massaging her back, stroking her just for the pleasure of the contact between them.

  She made a purring noise, snuggled her hips more deeply into the mattress, and fell asleep again. This time, when Sinjun slid in beneath the covers, he was more than ready to join her. The sun sank lower in the sky, shedding its rays into a bedroom where the only sounds were two lovers’ breaths and the song of a sleepy bird.

  * * * *

  Charis blinked herself awake to a strange buzzing next to her ear, and a pressing need for a chamber pot. She was also momentarily confused to find herself in an unfamiliar bed with a delightful sensation of well being suffusing her body.

  The buzzing came from the throat of the man curled next to her. Sinjun. Memories flooded back even as she realized his heavy arm was resting on her belly, and pressing hard against her bladder. Thus the sensation of well-being and the need to piss.

  Lord, she had to find relief. Glancing around, she blessed whoever had set up the screen on the far side of the room. Behind it, she knew she would find what she needed.

  As stealthily as possible, she slipped from Sinjun’s arms, and out of bed, and scurried across the bedroom. The sun must be setting since the light outside was golden red now. Good heavens, how long had she slept?

  A few moments later she emerged, feeling much more comfortable, but starved. As if someone had anticipated her wants, a tray sat on one table, displaying a few slices of bread and some cheese. Charis gently drew a blanket from the foot of the bed, wrapped it around her naked body, and attacked the food on the plate, then washed her impromptu meal down with cold water from the pitcher. Tea would have been nice, but she was unfamiliar with the house.

  Besides, she might wake Sinjun. As if he heard her thoughts, he turned his head sleepily on the pillow and smiled at her. “Hallo.”

  She glanced guiltily at the food in her hand. “I was hungry. I hope you don’t mind.”

  “Not at all.” He stretched and let out a groan of pleasure. “I put it there for you. I ate earlier.” His lips curved into a sensual grin.

  Fascinated by the play of light on his muscles, and the shadowed tufts of hair in his armpits, Charis gazed at him. He was rumpled from sleep, his eyelids heavy, his body relaxed. She could’ve studied him for hours and not been bored.

  “It’s late. I slept forever, it seems. And I dreamed, too. A wonderful dream. You were in it.” She found herself grinning back. “Am I ruined yet, do you think?” The grin widened as she asked the absurd question.

  He shook his head. “No. We should work on that a bit more. Maybe make some of your other dreams come true.” He pulled down the side of the quilt. “Finish that bread and come over here. We’ll see if we can come up with a few new ideas.”

  Charis put down her food and immediately went to the bed. She trusted Sinjun, wanted his touch, wanted as much time being 'ruined' by him as she could get. Just the sight of him was enough to make her mouth, and her pussy, water. She must truly be a terrible woman. The thought made her smile.

  “What’s that little smirk for?” He turned on one side and propped his head up on his bent arm.

  “I was just realizing what a dreadfully wanton and wicked woman I am.” She tugged the covers up over her breasts and looked at him. “It would seem that you’ve ruined me rather well, Sinjun.”

  He grinned at her, his face an entrancing blend of masculine smugness and eager desire. “One aims to please.” He let his free hand drift to her shoulder, sliding his fingertips along her forearm then back up to trace a path down toward her breast. “But you’re hiding too much from me. A truly wicked woman would be enticing me with her body at this point.”

  “Ah.” Charis nodded sagely. “I see I shall need to practice my seduction skills.” Daringly she let the covers slip away. “Is this better?”
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br />   His convulsive swallow was answer enough. “Yes. . . yes. That works very well.”

  “Good to know. I shall endeavor to remember it.” She would endeavor to remember all these moments, Charis realized. Every expression that crossed Sinjun’s face, every flash of heat in his eyes as he looked at her. And yes, that particular moment, the one where his hand cupped her breast, and weighed it in his hand. It seemed a perfect fit to her. As if she’d been designed to fill his palm.

  She sighed at his touch. “I like that, Sinjun. I like when you caress my breasts." Her cheeks heated, even as her breath caught at the rough abrasion of his thumb across her nipple.

  He played with her, but leaned forward, his eyes lowering to her mouth. “Kiss me, Charis.”

  Goodness. This was the first time she’d actually kissed him. Here they were, naked, and in bed together, hands all over each other’s bodies, and they’d apparently skipped a step on the way to ruination. “All right.”

  The first kiss was everything she’d ever imagined a kiss could be,with the additional wondrous sensation of Sinjun’s body nude, and pressed against hers. His mouth was warm and firm. His tongue sought to learn her taste, her lips, her teeth. She opened for him, welcoming him inside, imitating the moves he made with daring investigative flickers of her own.

  Their mouths met and melded even as he drew her into his embrace, her naked breasts flattened against the planes of his chest, and his cock hardening rapidly between them.

  The feel of his fingers sliding over her skin to clasp her bottom tightly made her want to pant like a thirsty puppy. She parted her legs and lifted one over his thighs, drawing him closer to the center of her body, to the place she knew was moist and empty, preparing itself for his claiming.

  They rolled and turned, twisting in each other’s arms, each fighting for that extra inch of contact, that one place that had yet to be blessed with the fire of their passion. Charis tore her mouth breathlessly from Sinjun’s, only to return and pepper kisses over his neck and chest. She nipped at the flat discs of his nipples, laving them with her tongue, driven wild by the dark and tempting taste of his skin, and an insatiable urge to lick him all over.

  He followed suit, his mouth and tongue finding sensitive spots on her body that made her mewl with pleasure even as her fingers explored his back, his buttocks, the tops of his thighs and, cautiously, his balls hanging in their protective sac beneath his cock.

  They played, teased, aroused, and wrestled, bodies heating, tongues meeting, parting, licking and tasting over and over again. They learned each other’s contours and discovered especially sweet places where they lingered, only to move on to new frontiers of pleasure.

  He dove between her thighs, splaying them wide and burying his face beneath, licking her frantically in all the right places. She writhed and cried out as he spread her liquids around, and teased her arousal to the highest peak, then left her wanting so much more. She possessed a new knowledge of these pleasures now, and it fueled the blaze within her.

  Fully awake this time around, she felt for his cock and touched him, stroking him, then moving herself ever closer, imitating his touch with her own mouth as she daringly kissed the swollen head, and then licked up and down, sucking as much as she could.

  It was his turn to groan, his fingers delving into her hair, gripping then releasing the tangled strands.

  Finally, breathless, she lay beneath him, open and panting.

  He paused between her thighs, cheeks flushed, lids heavy and looked at her with a taut expression on his face as he positioned himself at her opening. “I’m going to fuck you now, Charis. Really fuck you. Everything will change from this moment on. Do you understand?”

  “Yes. No. Oh God, please. Just do it." She trembled and shivered, her orgasm snapping angrily around her body, demanding she allow it release.

  “As of this second, we can go back. You can move on with your life, and nothing need ever be said about our time together. But if you take me inside you, I can’t promise I’ll pull out in time. We may make a child. . . . ” Still he hesitated. And in that moment of hesitation, Charis realized she’d tumbled into love with him. No matter who or what he was, he put her needs and considerations before his own. And he honored her with his brutal honesty. He was the only kind of man she could ever imagine loving. Or being with. No matter what the circumstances.

  She reached for his arms and grasped them firmly. “Ruin me, Sinjun. I want you inside me more than I want my next breath. Naught else matters to me, nor ever will.”

  He nodded. “So be it.”

  Moving slightly, he nudged her with his cock, a sweetly solid strength that parted her pussy lips and entered her, fractions of an inch at a time. She closed her eyes, to better savor his penetration of her body, opening like a flower to take him into her sweetness.

  He thrust, a quick sharp push with his hips and she echoed it, matching his move, urging him on by lifting her buttocks off the sheets and pushing him even further inside.

  There was a quick stinging sensation and then. . . there it was. That sense of union, a unique and soul-shattering togetherness. It was what she had been missing all along.

  “Sinjun.” She breathed his name as he plunged deeper, their bodies meeting in a tangle of hair and pleasure where they were joined. Charis felt. . . complete. Her inner channel was full, stretched and aroused by the length and the movements of the right man.

  Who was, amazingly, quite still. “Charis?”

  She groaned as her body rearranged itself to accommodate the intrusion.

  “Charis. . . I thought you said you were ruined.”

  She blinked through her hovering arousal. “I am. I was.”

  “Funny thing, ruination. It doesn’t usually leave a woman her virginity.” His voice was rough, and his muscles clearly tensed above her. “And if I’m not mistaken, I just took yours.”

  She closed her eyes. “A minor physical detail. “

  “To you, perhaps, but not to me. Why didn’t you say something?” He was not moving, barely breathing. She peeked between her eyelids and risked a glance at his face, wondering at the mix of anger and possession she saw there. “I didn’t consider it relevant.”

  “Did you ever think that perhaps I might?”

  “Would it have stopped you?”

  That brought him up short. “Well, probably not. But that’s beside the point.”

  “Does it matter so very much?” She wriggled her hips, hearing him suck in a breath. “I know what I want. And that’s you. And if you don’t move, I shall quite probably die of unfulfilled desire. After killing you, of course.”

  A wince contorted his features as she did her best to settle him even deeper inside her body. “Forgive me, Sinjun. I am used to thinking of myself as ruined. And I’m not ashamed to admit to wanting you. Wanting this.”

  “I should resist you.” His muscles shuddered a little. “But I cannot.” He shook his head at her and shifted his position, making her catch her breath and yearn for more.

  She was so ready, so aroused, so intrigued by the sensation of him deep inside her. It was the right time. The right place. The right man. And when that man began to thrust, slowly at first, then more forcefully, her body responded wildly, lifting and bucking beneath him as his flesh stimulated hers. He lifted her, fingers gripping fiercely, hips hammering against her.

  She could sense the onrush of her climax and barely managed to open her eyes and watch his face. He was focused on their bodies, the slap of their skin, the whiteness of her belly, and the slickly sliding length of his cock as he withdrew and reentered her.

  Charis shared his focus. For her, the world had become no more than Sinjun and what he was doing to her. Her attention spiraled inward, to where they were joined. Part of her explored the new sensations ricocheting through her body. Another part absorbed the feel of a man between her thighs. And a part deep inside sang a song of joy, a concerto with words only her heart could hear.

  Had she e
ver experienced this before? No, absolutely not. It was unimaginable bliss. The magic, the flight into blinding madness that sent her heart soaring into a vortex as her blood pulsed loudly in her ears.

  She would like to have held back, to take the time to examine these sensations, catalog them, store them for future reference. But her body would have none of it. A process had begun that was inexorable, a flight that could not be sustained, only treasured.

  And Sinjun was with her. He squeezed her tightly, thrust roughly and deeply on a harsh groan, then froze.

  And her body shattered, surrendering to an impulse older than time itself. Her spasms were fed by his shout of climax, and the ripples inside her as his cock exploded, flooding her with the warmth of his seed.

  Together they soared, locked as mates, blindly releasing all that they were into the other’s keeping, clinging tightly as the maelstrom of desire claimed them. And together they collapsed after a shining moment of eternity, panting and breathless.

  Tumbled in a limp mess of arms, legs, sticky flesh, and tangled hair, they fought for breath. And Charis found herself content to lie silently in the arms of her lover as her pounding heart slowed.

  “Did I hurt you?”

  She shook her head, her throat still choked with the aftermath of their passion, her tongue unable to function. A sigh was the best she could do until he spoke again.

  “Marry me, Charis.”

  The words rumbled from somewhere above where her head lay on his chest. She blinked and gathered her scattered thoughts. “Pardon?”

  “Marry me. I don’t know how to manage it, but without you. . . I can’t imagine wanting to survive at all.” His voice was deep, serious and even. He meant every word, she could tell.

  “I. . . but. . . “ She cleared her throat awkwardly. “If this is because of the fact I hadn’t quite… um. . . . ”