Ralph picked her up and carried her into the corridor. ''This way,'' Charlotte said. ''Please come inside with me.”
He put her down when they were in the room. As he was about to leave, there was a huge rumble of thunder. Charlotte jumped. ''I really don't like thunder, it scares me so. Would you mind if I asked you to stay with me?'' She wasn't really afraid, she just wanted to feel his strong arms around her. She wanted him to make her feel special. She'd had to spend so much time recently with the hateful Duke that she was now prepared to offer herself, without delay, to the handsome stranger. Albeit under the influence of several glasses of sherry.
''Of course. If you don't find it indelicate having a gentleman in your bedchamber in the middle of the afternoon.''
She took his hand and led him to the bed. She sat down on the edge and held his hands as he stood before her. ''Sir, I want you to make love to me. You are the most handsome man, I have ever met.''
He bent down and kissed her, and as he did so, Charlotte put her hands to his groin and felt the weight of his manhood.
He laughed. ''Madam is in high spirits, isn't she?''
''Yes, madam is,'' she said as she squeezed gently. ''Kiss me,'' she commanded. As their mouths locked, there was another clash of thunder. She felt its rumble throughout her entire body.
Charlotte suddenly remembered his reference to the Duke of Wellington. It made her nervous, but she was passed caring, she just wanted the handsome man to take her. She felt his fingers unfastening the buttons at the back of her dress. When they were open, he slipped the dress from her shoulders and kissed her neck. Charlotte put her hands behind his neck and pulled him into her. His lips played hungrily over her sensitive skin, and she loved it. He began to kiss lower and lower until he reached the top of her breasts. When she felt him there, she let out a little moan.
Now she wanted to feel him on her nipples, and she lowered her undergarments. He looked and saw her turgid buds staring at him, waiting to be licked. When his tongue glanced over them, Charlotte felt a sudden ache seer through her womanhood. That made her impatient. She reached for his belt, and when it was open, his buttons. She pulled his trousers and underpants down, in one fluid movement.
Lightening illuminated the room, and Ralph’s penis sprang up. Charlotte bent her head and opened her mouth. He stopped sucking her breasts and stood upright. As Charlotte's head bobbed up and down, he sank his head back and closed his eyes. He was enchanted by her, and the feel of her dainty mouth on his hardness drove him perilously close to orgasm.
Instead of coming in her mouth, he pulled out of her and lifted her to her feet. He spun her around and pulled all her garments down past her calves. As she stepped out of them, he looked at the beauty of her naked body, graced by the light of the storm. Her shoulders were dainty, almost fragile looking. Her back was unimaginably sensual. It was long, and her muscles were well defined, in the most feminine of senses. When his eyes looked at her bottom, he was overcome with desire and passion. She gasped as he lifted her up, walked across the room and bent her, face first, to the window, the rain pounding against the glass.
''No Ralph, people will see us.''
''That's the fun. The danger.''
Charlotte didn't complain anymore, the sherry had numbed her inhibitions. All she wanted was to feel him fill her aching vagina. As he looked down, he saw her pubic hair glistening with desire. He put his hands on her hips and pulled her onto him. Charlotte gasped when she felt him inside her. Thunder shook the bedroom.
As the intensity of his strokes increased, Charlotte's breathing became shallower and shallower. When she felt him reach around her, and start to rub her clitoris, it was too much. Thunder. Lightening. She moaned, shoved herself back against his hardness, and came.
Afterwards, her legs were like jelly. She would have collapsed had he not caught her. He carried her away from the window and tossed her onto the bed. He turned her around and took her from behind.
To Charlotte, it was the act of a man who knew what he wanted. The sight of her bottom as her plunged himself into her, and the scent of her womanly arousal brought him closer and closer to orgasm. When he saw her clench her fists and begin to shake again, he shouted out and emptied himself into her. He collapsed on top of her, and she reached behind herself and pulled his head down to kiss her.
''That was beautiful,'' she said.
''You are beautiful,'' he replied.
Charlotte pulled the bedclothes up over them as they held each other. Still naked, they drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.
Chapter 3
When Charlotte woke up, Ralph wasn't lying beside her. He was standing at the end of the bed, pointing a pistol at her.