Madam Charlie

by Sahara Kelly

  The sexual tension in the room was rising along with the scent from the incense.

  Charlie reached for a peach and bit into it, allowing the juice to spill over her lips and onto her chin.

  It was a challenge Jordan couldn’t refuse. He pulled her pillow close and brought his face to hers.

  “Allow me to be your napkin, Charlie,” he breathed as he put a hand to her head.

  He slid his fingers through her golden hair, cupping the back of her head easily in his hand, while his tongue gently licked away the traces of juice from her mouth and chin.

  She moaned slightly and wriggled.

  Beside him, Spencer was having the time of his life with Elizabeth. He was balancing grapes on her shoulders and nibbling them off her, laughing when they fell into her lap.

  Within seconds she’d been pushed onto her back, a large pillow beneath her, and Spencer was searching for a lost grape in her cleavage. With his mouth.

  Elizabeth’s laughter rang around the room as she encouraged him.

  “Charlie,” said Jordan, just for the pleasure of hearing her name. “I love your hair like this…” He raised his hand and let the softness fall through his fingers.

  “I like it when you do that, Jordan,” answered Charlie, closing her eyes and obviously enjoying the feeling.

  “You do?”

  She nodded her agreement, smiling as a gasp from Elizabeth echoed around the room. Spencer must be doing something she liked too.

  “I’m glad you like it, Charlie. What else do I do that you like…” His tongue was circling her ear now, flicking in and out, tasting, teasing, and making her breath come faster. He knew he was getting harder by the second, and he fancied he could scent Charlie’s arousal over the incense.

  Just the thought of that arousal made him slightly delirious.

  He leaned over behind Charlie and snuffed out a branch of candles, one by one, with his fingers, leaving their side of the table shrouded in shadows.

  Part of his mind noted Spence easing Elizabeth into a darkened area between two large sofas across the room.

  He grinned. The two old campaigners had the same thought in mind. I’m not going anywhere right this moment, but I’m damned if I’m going to let anyone else watch. He’d never let Charlie or Elizabeth know, but he and Spence had played this routine a couple of times before in drunken revelries. A soldier’s wages seldom allowed for privacy and neither had been monks.

  This time, however, it was Charlie. And she deserved the best. He eased her pillow backwards, along with his, until they reached the far side of the room.

  In spite of the shadows, he could see the gleam in Charlie’s eyes and the quick twinkle of her teeth as she smiled at him.

  He laid her down onto her back, letting her hair spill over the pillow.

  “Jordan,” she whispered. “Jordan, my love.”

  “I’m here, sweetheart.” Her words touched him and his head spun with a heady mix of joy and desire.

  “Jordan, touch me.” She reached for his shoulder and ran her fingers down his arm until she found his hand.

  She brought it to the silks over her breast and held him against her.

  “Show me how, love. Show me what pleases you…” He gave her breast a little squeeze, and then moved his hand away, pulling the silk along with it. The folds of dark fabric dropped away from her, framing the paleness of her breasts with a swath of darkness.

  “I…I…” she stuttered, clearly unsure of what to do.

  “Touch yourself, Charlie. Let me see the way you like it, show me how to bring you pleasure.”

  He leaned back a little and shrugged off his robe, letting the sheet slide up and over his bare knees.

  He brushed her skin with his naked thigh.

  She gasped at the contact.

  “It’s all right, Charlie. Go ahead, touch yourself. No one can see but me. I want to watch you, sweetheart. It’s exciting. I love looking at you, your softness, knowing it’s all for me…”

  Charlie’s tongue licked her lips and her eyelids lowered as her hand tentatively hovered over one bared breast.

  “Charlie…love. For me, do it for me…”

  His voice was seducing her as sure as his hands and his eyes and his lips would have done if they’d been on her body.

  Charlie was melting beneath the seductive onslaught of his words.

  Her mind was reeling, spinning, and unrestrained for once by conventions, concerns, inhibitions or protocol.

  She felt liberated, at peace, and free for the first time in her life to let go. It was a heady experience and knowing Jordan was so near and so ready added a little extra jam to the pudding.

  She felt more than saw him lay beside her, propping his head on one bent arm and pulling his silly sheet away from himself so that he could rest his cock against her silk covered thigh.

  She giggled. That sheet had been so funny, and yet so sensual. She’d wanted to run her tongue down the cut to his navel. Maybe she would. In a minute or two.

  Right now, he was waiting for her to touch herself. Oh God.

  Hesitantly she lowered her hand to her breast, hearing an indrawn breath from beside her.

  She rubbed her palm over her nipple, fascinated at how it immediately hardened and protruded from her breast.

  Her hips moved in response to the sensual signals they were receiving and she jumped as Jordan’s teeth nipped her shoulder gently.

  “Now the other one, can’t play favorites, Charlie,” came a soft tease from the man beside her. “Here, let’s get rid of this,” he tugged the silk away from her altogether, leaving a pile of rumpled softness beneath her and her upper body naked to his gaze.

  His cock lay hot against her, burning its way to her skin. She could feel it move as she reached to fondle her other breast.

  Again, she rotated her palm gently against the nipple, abrading it to its aroused peak.

  “You like that, do you? That circling motion…like this…” Jordan imitated her movements.

  Her natural reticence having vanished, Charlie responded wildly. “It’s different when you do it, Jordan. Your hands on me, oh God, they feel like heaven itself.”

  “How about my tongue, Charlie? How does it feel when my tongue does it?”

  He leaned in and pressed his hot chest against her bare skin, letting his tongue firmly rub the pointed nubbins that were now jutting high from her body.

  “Exquisite,” she sighed, reaching to the back of his head and holding him against her, encouraging him to suckle and play, while she enjoyed the heat that spread throughout her body.

  “Where else, Charlie? Show me other places you like touched. Now is the time to tell me these things. Let me know your secrets, your desires, your fantasies.” His lips pulled and tugged a nipple, stretching it away from her. “Let me make them all come true.”

  “Oh God, just keep doing that, and you will,” she sighed, somehow able to feel every little bump on his tongue as he bathed her breasts.

  “Just a minute, let’s loosen ourselves up here, shall we?”

  With military precision, Jordan had her skirt unpinned and unwrapped in under five seconds, taking a deep breath as it fell away exposing her pantaloons.

  “Oh my. What have we here?”

  Charlie let a little giggle escape. “They’re Elizabeth’s. Shocking, aren’t they? But she says pretty soon everyone will be wearing them.”

  “I think she may be right,” said Jordan, running a hand up the slick fabric and spreading it apart where it split between her legs.

  He slid his hand into the opening and cupped her mound.

  Charlie moaned, loving the warmth from his hand as it spread over her loins and through her flesh deep into her womb.

  “This is mine, Charlie. My pussy. No one else’s. I can never allow anyone to see or to touch this. As soon as I put my cock inside you I knew you were made for me. We fit so well, love. And you’re so hot for me…feel your juices, Charlie?”

  H
is hand was working magic between her thighs, and Charlie gasped as he smeared moisture on her sensitive skin. Then he brought his hand back up and rubbed the dampness onto her breast.

  He bent his head and licked her honey away. “Dear God, Charlie, you taste so good…”

  Charlie was floating. Her body was becoming lighter than the air around her, all its focus on each sensation Jordan was creating with his tongue and his lips and his heat. His voice was the cloud on which she was lying, his hands were the instruments of her passion, and she wondered if Heaven could be anywhere near as wonderful.

  She’d forgotten that Spencer and Elizabeth were entertaining each other scant yards away from where she lay. For her, the world had narrowed to this little spot, tucked behind a couple of large chairs and next to a wall. A small dark cavern where a man was bringing her to a peak of sensation she’d never have believed possible.

  Strangely, she felt no sense of urgency to have him bury himself inside her. Her body was weeping for him, but her mind was content to let him take it step by step. To follow each of his movements and directions, and to analyze, examine and enjoy every single one.

  Her breasts felt marvelous, swollen and sensual, alive to the least breath of air created by Jordan’s movements.

  She could feel the warmth of her own tongue as it flicked over her lips, and she daringly licked Jordan’s shoulder when he brought it near.

  He tasted slightly salty, and just like Jordan. Her favorite flavor.

  Every single iota of her awareness was focused on her own body, and its responses. And the wonderful things Jordan was doing to it.

  She felt him undo the tapes that held her pantaloons in place, and it was almost a relief as he drew them down and away from her. She wriggled free of the silks and sprawled naked, wantonly spreading her thighs in invitation.

  A rustle and a thump followed by searing heat told her that Jordan was naked too. He was pressed to her side, rubbing himself against her, like a cat scenting its territory.

  “God you feel good,” he moaned, letting his cock press into her flesh.

  “So do you,” she answered, reaching for his body, wanting to touch him, feel him, any part of him.

  “Now, back to my lesson,” said Jordan, pulling away a little and bringing a sigh of disappointment to her lips.

  “Do you want to be touched…here?” Jordan had taken her hand and placed it on her mound.

  In spite of her amazingly relaxed state, Charlie still felt a blush heat her cheeks.

  “It’s all right love, show me. I want to see you, to watch you, to learn from you. Feel what it does to me when you do.” He pulled Charlie’s free hand to her side and curled her fingers around his cock.

  “Now go ahead, show me what you like.”

  Slowly Charlie did his bidding, feeling a little embarrassed, rather sensual and very aroused.

  She slipped her fingers across her pussy and let them spread the lips beneath apart. She could feel her own moisture and the sensation of the air on her hot damp skin left her breathless.

  Jordan’s cock jumped within the confines of her fingers and the movement gave her strength to go on. He really did enjoy watching.

  She reached down a little further and spread her juices around, much as Jordan had done earlier. She was unsure of what to do next, but let her body direct her actions. A sense of doing something wrong vaguely niggled in the back of her mind, but she remembered hearing her girls talk about pleasuring themselves. Just because she’d never done it didn’t mean it was forbidden.

  Her questing hand found a certain spot, one that made her shiver when she brushed against it.

  She shivered a whole lot more when Jordan’s tongue pushed her hand aside and took over.

  “Is that a good spot? Right there…” His tongue thrust into her folds flicking and fluttering against her clit. “That’s your clit, Charlie. I can feel it growing harder.” His tongue continued its movements, and now he was leaning against her, holding her still as her hips tried to buck him off.

  She held onto his cock for dear life, feeling its hardness within her grasp.

  “Jordan,” she gasped. “I can’t take that, it’s too…too…”

  “Too what, love?”

  “Too much,” she sighed as he pulled his mouth away.

  “Too much for here, that’s for sure…” muttered Jordan.

  His warmth receded but before Charlie had chance to protest, she was being pulled, naked, into his arms. He stood with her clasped to his chest.

  “We need our own room, sweetheart. Hang on.”

  In a few long strides, Jordan was out of the door and across the hall into his study. The door slammed behind him, and he snicked the lock. The only light in the room was from the fire, which burned brightly letting Charlie see his eyes. The pupils were almost black, and a bead of sweat was running down the side of his face.

  She thought she’d never seen anything more magnificent. Slowly he released her, letting her naked body slide down against his sheet. As soon as her feet reached the ground, he let the sheet fall completely away from his hips, leaving them both naked.

  He spun her, pressing her back against the heavy oak door.

  “God Charlie, I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you until there’s no life left in either of us. I want to spend my whole life with my cock deep in your sweet cunt. I don’t want to be apart from you. Ever.”

  Charlie pushed her breasts against his chest, as desperate as he now for their joining.

  She rubbed from side to side a little, letting his hairs abrade her nipples. She couldn’t stop the moan from seeping quietly from her throat.

  His cock pressed against her belly and she lifted onto tiptoe, using Jordan’s shoulders to steady herself.

  “Lift your leg, darling. Put it behind me.”

  She did as she was bid. Jordan’s hands slid downwards and cupped her buttocks and he lifted her, positioning her for his cock.

  “I can’t wait any more for this Charlie. Let me fuck you. Please, fuck me…” Jordan’s need tumbled out in words Charlie could scarcely follow.

  His cock was thrusting, seeking, and at last finding her heat.

  The door was hard against her back, and Jordan was hot against her front. She was in heaven as he thrust into her, filling her, completing her, making her whole.

  Jordan’s gasp of pleasure was echoed by her own shout of joy.

  “Jordan,” she yelled, unable to keep her emotion inside. “Jordan, yesss…”

  She really was floating now, her weight held firmly by his hands around her buttocks. She raised the other leg and locked her ankles behind him.

  Her position opened her widely to his touch and when he began to move she thought she’d die.

  His body buffeted her clit and her pussy as his tempo increased, and her breath came and went in sobbing gasps timed to each of his thrusts.

  It seemed to last forever, moments of indescribable bliss as Jordan’s cock plunged deep and then withdrew, taking her ever higher into a plane of pleasure that seemed endless.

  Jordan too, seemed tireless. His movements were strong and passionate and his groans of delight excited her even more.

  He dropped his head to watch as his clock slid in and out of her cunt, shining with their combined juices and rigid with arousal.

  She watched too, finding it erotic and unbelievably sensual.

  This mating, this joining, was the foundation of so much that was beautiful between two people. She realized that in a moment of personal and blinding enlightenment.

  This was how it should be. No pain, no anger, no fear, just two people loving and giving their bodies to each other for the sheer and simple pleasure of this.

  Jordan withdrew with a shudder and raised his gaze to Charlie’s face. “I have to come now,” he said, quietly.

  His words seemed to resound within Charlie’s womb, because her whole body tensed, waiting for his final thrust.

  “I’ll come with you,” she pr
omised.

  “Yes you will,” he answered, adjusting her weight on to one hand and slipping the other between them.

  He pressed her clit from beneath, hard, as he thrust into her one final time.

  Charlie’s buttocks hardened in his hand, and she could feel her whole body grow taut and tremble.

  And for both of them, the world ended in an explosion of sensation and light that seemed to continue for an infinite number of lifetimes.

  They both cried out.

  They both shuddered in endless tremors of pleasure as their bodies released their stored sexual energies.

  And they both held tight to each other as their weakened muscles deposited them in a heap on the carpet.

  Chapter Eighteen

  They were sprawled on the couch in his study. Jordan couldn’t for the life of him remember how they got there, his mind had blanked out after an orgasm to end all orgasms.

  But there they were, warm and snuggled together beneath one of the soft blankets he liked to keep here for cold evenings.

  Charlie’s bottom was tucked against his groin and he found the sensation to be delightful.

  And, amazingly, arousing. His cock stirred as the clock struck twice. He felt clear headed, wonderful, satisfied and lusty all at once. He grinned. This truly must be Heaven. If it wasn’t, he wasn’t going.

  Charlie stirred in his arms, moaning a little and pressing herself against him.

  “Mmm, Jordan,” she muttered as he held her close and cupped a breast.

  “Mmm, Charlie,” he echoed, licking her ear.

  “More, Jordan…” she mumbled, turning towards him and opening her eyes.

  “More?”

  “Oh yes. I have a lifetime to catch up on. More, Jordan.”

  Never one to turn down a lady’s request, Jordan kissed her, hard and long, surprising himself by the rapidity of his new arousal. It hadn’t been more than an hour or so since he’d fucked himself stupid inside her and now he wanted her again.

  “What do you want, Charlie?”

  “I want you, Jordan. In me, on me, everywhere, anywhere…” she whispered against his lips. “I want it all.”