It was not the kind of room she would have imagined her brother bringing his dates too. She had always thought he would be a black satin sheets kind of a guy.
The only other things in the room were a table with a bottle of champagne chilling on it, two large champagne flutes, and a hamper of food. This room had only one function at present, seduction, and Charlotte wondered if Joe had done all this for her and Max, or whether he had already made use of the room, or more specifically the bed.
As she stepped into the room Charlotte caught the scent of roses, and saw there was another table, behind the door, filled with vases of red and white roses. The display was stunning, and rose petals were also strewn across the floor leading to the bed.
Charlotte nearly burst out laughing, so this was what women expected, it was almost too much, but she appreciated the sentiments of her brother. Max stood looking at the set up too, he looked slightly troubled.
“Charlotte, I can’t take any credit for this, Joe told me at the hotel we could use his house for some privacy. He said it had all we needed in it; I didn’t know this was what he meant. I’m not so romantic that I would do all this, I guess you need to know now so you aren't disappointed later.”
“I know who's behind it, don’t worry, and I’m kind of glad it’s not you. Or else I would feel somewhat obliged to sleep with you.”
“Oh,” Max sounded disappointed. “Does that mean you’ve changed your mind about things?”
Charlotte looked at him, and knew that she wanted him, tonight, and forever, but tonight would be enough if that was all they had. She went into his arms and answered him with a kiss, and then began to unbutton his shirt, the memory of the day at the river making her want to see him bare chested again.
Max didn’t move while Charlotte undid his shirt one button at a time. He stood still, hardly breathing, while her fingers worked, occasionally brushing his skin. His chest was broader and more defined than she remembered, but back then he had been a youth, not quite a man. Now he had matured, and his body was toned and hardened by relentless hours of training.
When his shirt was completely undone she pushed it off his shoulders and it slid to the floor. Still he didn’t move, so she leaned into him and kissed his chest, starting on his right collarbone and following it down, her tongue flicking out to lick his nipple. He released his breath, and his hands went into her hair and stroked the nape of her neck.
His touch made her feel alive, like a woman, and she wanted to feel those hands all over her flesh. More than anything Charlotte wanted them to be lying side by side on the beautiful bed, naked in each other's arms.
Yet Max didn’t seem ready for that, he made no move to take her clothes off, and the thought that he might not be attracted to her curvy body frightened her. Perhaps even in this soft light she might appear unattractive to him, maybe he liked his women thinner, like Sally. Was it possible he wanted her, but her curves were a turnoff?
Then she would have to drive him to a point where it didn’t matter what she looked like. Charlotte had little experience, but she had watched enough TV to know what men and women do to turn each other on. Or so she thought.
Stroking his chest with her hands, she kissed his nipples, licking them with her tongue. A sharp intake of breath from Max informed her he liked this, and feeling braver she sucked the hard little peak into her mouth.
Her hands had travelled down to his pants, and she began to undo the button, pausing briefly before unzipping them. They slid down his legs and he stood before her, nearly naked.
“I thought you had never done this before,” he ground out, his voice full of emotion.
Her eyes flew up, searching his face. “I haven't.”
“You seem awfully sure of yourself.”
Her hands dropped to her sides, she felt like a scolded child. “I’m sorry, it's only.” She paused before finding the courage to put her fears into words. “I’m not sure you want me.”
“Want you?” His arms went around her waist and he pulled her towards him, kissing her fiercely. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything, but I need to know this isn't some kind of game, Charlotte. Are you a virgin, or were you just saying that?”
She blushed furiously. “I swear I’ve never done this before. I only wanted you to want me, despite my figure.”
“Charlotte, I adore your body, every luscious curve. But I want to take it slow; I don’t want to hurt you. I want this to be a wonderful memory for you. For both of us.”
Charlotte was reassured by his words, only the nagging doubt that this was a once in a lifetime joining took the edge off what he said. Again she told herself she didn’t care. Once in a lifetime with Max would be better than a lifetime of never knowing what it was like to be made love to by this man.
Chapter Three
Max cupped her face in his hands and kissed her, slowly moving her towards the bed while his tongue pushed into her mouth, tasting her and encouraging her to submit to him. Now he was in control, it made her feel safe and more secure in his need for her.
He stopped before they reached the bed, and began to undress her. This was the moment she had both longed for and dreaded. He would see her naked, and Charlotte's only hope was that the soft lighting would flatter her fuller figure. She felt so nervous, just like she had on her first day at work, but his touch soon soothed her fears away.
He slowly inched her dress off her shoulders, kissing her soft skin where it was revealed to him. The cool air made her shiver, but his warm touch started a fire deep inside her that soon made her whole body feel a heat unlike she had ever known. As her dress slipped down her body to the floor, she stepped out of it and stood in her bra and panties before him.
His eyes took in the whole of her, and she felt her body flush from tip to toe. Yet this was not the flush of embarrassment, which she was more than familiar with, instead this was the first true flush of arousal. The thought that he was looking at her with such hunger made her breasts feel swollen, her bra too small, too restraining.
His hands moved to free her round globes from their lacy confines, and he unclasped her bra. When the fabric was undone her breasts were exposed to his hungry eyes and he licked his lips in anticipation. Charlotte vividly imagined what it would feel like for that tongue to flick over the tips of her hardened nipples.
This thought connected with the ache between her thighs and she knew when he finally touched her there he would find her sopping wet, and he would understand her intense feelings for him. This ache became a need so strong she had to press her thighs together to get some kind of relief. He noticed her tiny movement, the trained soldier observing every shift her body made.
Reading her desire, so openly displayed, he slid his hand down to cover her mound. His touch, even through her panties, so incredible she automatically opened her legs for him. His finger slid down between her thighs, and rubbed along the length of her slit. She threw her head back and closed her eyes, lost to the sensation, her breasts thrust forward.
He lowered his head and in one swift movement captured the hard little bud in his warm wet mouth. His tongue rolled over her nipple, and like a bitch on heat she rubbed herself on his hand, no care to the fact his fingers had found her so wet and he would know how much she wanted him.
He pushed her panties aside, and one finger trailed along the length of her slit very lightly, drawing up to her clit. Her legs struggled to support her, she wanted him to push deeper, to move his finger inside her and stroke her inner walls.
At this moment he moved his weight forward and she over balanced, landing on her back on the opulent sheets covering the four poster bed. He moved so quickly, so stealthily, removing her panties and then lying next to her, before easing her thighs apart. She did not resist him, wanting to feel him deep inside her.
First one finger pressed into her sex, then another. Working them in and out of her gently, the wet slick noise his fingers made an acknowledgement to her intense arousal. He eased d
eeper, and then paused as he pressed against her hymen. She thought he would withdraw, but he didn’t, instead he worked her to the edge of orgasm.
Then he stopped, and her much needed climax faded. Her breathing was hard and heavy, she needed release, and moved to finish it herself, confused that he had left her hanging at the very precipice.
He grasped her hand before she could touch herself and held it to her side. Moving then to position himself between her thighs, and lowering his head to look at her swollen sex. Then he moved one finger inside her while his tongue lapped at her juices.
Her world was ready to explode again almost instantly. His tongue worked in and out of her, joining his finger before pulling back and licking her slit finishing with a wonderful flick over her clit.
She raised her knees, opening up for him. His tongue darted in and out of her, and then his mouth covered her clit and he sucked hard. Charlotte let herself go, crying out, but he didn’t stop, not until she had come so hard her body trembled.
Her hands clutched at the bed covers, her hips jerking upwards. Nothing had ever been so intense. In all the times she had pleasured herself, while imagining him doing these very things to her, it had never ended like this. She thrashed from side to side, out of control until the waves had receded, leaving her drained.
Before she had fully recovered he was naked and licking her breasts, his length pressed against her thigh, as her arousal built again. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and moved her hand along its length, not really sure what she should do, but wanting to please him in the same way he had pleased her.
Max moved himself against her hand, setting a rhythm which she soon copied, her hand sliding up and down his cock. Her palm rubbed over the head of his cock, stimulating him until the first drop of his pre come appeared.
At this point he held her wrist, and lifted her hand away from him, kissing it before turning her onto her back. He moved between her thighs.
“I want to come inside you Charlotte.” He paused, before adding. “If you’re ready.”
“Yes.” She had waited so long for this moment.
He did not hesitate now; surely he knew she wouldn’t change her mind. Or did he really want her that much? He swiftly held his cock against her sex, stroking it up and down her slit, teasing her with it. She spread her thighs wider, and put her hands on his back, encouraging him to take her.
Slowly he began to inch forward, the head of his cock breaching her tight entrance. The tip sliding inside her, gliding in smoothly, coated in her juices. A feeling of fullness took hold of her; the girth of his cock seemed too big for her.
He supported himself on his elbows, using his ultimate control to go slow. His muscles strained as he entered her gently, and Charlotte found herself stroking his back, feeling him moving forwards.
She realised the reason for this complete control when a stinging pain ripped through her. He had broken her hymen; she was no longer a virgin.
The pain made her body stiffen, and Max stopped moving forward, instead rocking gently backwards and forwards, giving her tight walls a chance to yield to him. Slowly the pain passed, and she relaxed, giving him the message he needed. Now he continued to press forward until he had impaled her completely on his long thick cock.
“I’m sorry it hurt,” he said, kissing her cheek, and down her neck, sending shivers through her body.
“It wasn’t too bad,” she said, not wanting him to know how much the pain had frightened her.
He arched his body and took her nipple in his mouth, sucking it in, hard. The suddenness made her muscles contract, her inner walls gripped his cock, and she found the feeling incredible. She lay under him, gripping and releasing him while he stayed still, the pain completely passed and her arousal growing, her body receiving feelings of pleasure rather than pain.
His tongue rolled over her nipples, making them sensitive and sore, and then he began to move. He thrust forward, pressing deeper inside her before drawing back until the tip of his cock was the only part of him inside her sex. Then in one fluid movement he slid back inside her.
She loved the feeling of him filling her, and the friction of their skin rubbing together while he withdrew was incredible. He moved until her orgasm hovered before her, she dug her nails into his back as she crested the wave, and clung to him tightly while she came.
Her internal walls throbbed and pulsed around his cock, and she felt him explode inside her. His cock pumping its seed deep inside her. Panic ensued, they had taken no precautions. Max must have thought she was on the pill, and she had not given it a moments thought, the night had turned out so unexpectedly.
As he jerked hard inside her she let herself go, too late now for thoughts of consequences. If she got pregnant she would manage, her parents at least would be pleased to have their first grandchild, and she would have a part of him to keep for ever.
With this thought she wrapped her arms around him and held him close while they both throbbed and pulsed in unison, their orgasms intense and incredibly powerful.
When the sensations had passed they kissed and explored each other, keeping the new connection they shared alive. Charlotte couldn’t believe she had actually done it, she had made love at last, and it had been better than she could ever have imagined. Max had been so patient, so careful, and yet he had driven her to heights she never knew existed.
He kissed her shoulder, working his way up her neck, and she responded to him, already feeling the heat of arousal filling her body. Her sex ached, he had been bigger than she had imagined, but the dull throbbing was a wonderful reminder of what had passed between them.
“Hungry?” he asked.
She hadn't thought about it, but now he asked, she was. “Yes,” she answered, “Do you want me to look what there is to eat?”
“I’ll do it, you stay right there.” He kissed her lightly on the lips and went to the table.
Charlotte had a fantastic view of Max in all his glory. His body was like that of an action movie star. Toned and tanned, his muscles rippling as he moved effortlessly across the room.
Feeling self conscious next to the toned god like body of her soldier she slid under the sheets.
He poured the champagne, and passed her the glasses before returning to grab the hamper. He placed this between them on the bed. Charlotte undid some truffles, which they shared. There was fruit and sweet biscuits, which they ate while they sipped champagne.
“How did you get the scars?” Charlotte asked.
Max looked down at his shoulder, there were roughly ten small scars radiating out from his collar bone.
“Shrapnel, didn’t go too deep, but hurt a hell of a lot. Sure brings it home to you how vulnerable you are. If I’d been ten feet closer I probably wouldn’t be here.”
Charlotte felt sick at the thought, if they stayed together and dated properly, would she ever be able to live with the fear of him getting hurt or killed while he was away.
“Do you enjoy your job?” It felt like a ridiculous thing to say, calling it a job, it wasn’t as though he came home every night. The army was a way of life, and the only way of life he had known for the past few years.
“Yes, and no.” He unwrapped a chocolate, and offered it to her. Opening her mouth she accepted it, and he fed her delicately, his fingertips brushing her lips.
“Max,” she said, he looked up at her, and all thought of conversation was swept away.
He came to her and kissed her, tasting the sweetness on her lips. Sliding the sheet off her he kissed her breasts, his hand sliding down to feel the building heat between her thighs. The feel of his fingers inside her, delving deeper now she was no longer a virgin, wonderful as he found a certain spot inside and brushed his fingers against her inner walls.
She gasped; his thumb brushed her clit while his fingers worked inside her. Charlotte needed to know if he wanted her too, and slid her hand down and found his cock. Stroking him she felt him become harder, straining to be stimulated. Using
both hands she ran her finger up and down his shaft, he groaned in pleasure, and she felt braver.
Her hands explored him, cupping his balls and squeezing lightly, making his hips buck. His own hands became rougher inside her, and she liked the way he responded to her touch. They touched and explored, stroked and caressed, finding what the other liked, growing more comfortable with each other.
Precome appeared on the tip of his cock and she felt the stickiness on her skin, she knew he would be close to coming, and pumped her hand harder, creating heat and friction between their flesh. He came, his fingers spreading her sex wide as they worked in the same rhythm inside her.
His other hand rubbed her breasts, pulling her nipple gently, and then pinching them a little harder. This sent her over the edge; she had to concentrate on her hands to keep them stimulating him because all she wanted to do was immerse herself in what he was doing to her.
She whimpered while his hands continued their gentle torture, his lovemaking was an education like no other. If anyone had told her how good it felt to have someone cause you a little pain she would not have believed them, but here she was, an orgasm crashing over her caused by both pain and pleasure.
Max’s finger pushed deeper into her, his fingers almost frantic, and Charlotte realised he was having his own fight for concentration. Her hands felt his length throb between them signifying his climax. His thick seed spurted out, his body tense while his hips thrust into the air, and an almost agonizing cry escaped him.
Charlotte felt pleased with herself, she had learned how to satisfy him, and she no longer felt like the innocent little virgin. Not that she wanted her education to be complete, she would be happy to learn as much as he had to teach, and repeating lessons would be a must.
“I’m sorry, Charlotte,” Max said once he had composed himself enough to speak.
“What for?” she asked.
“I’ve made a bit of a mess.”
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