Page 50 of Falling for a Footman

“Charlotte, you’re killing me,” he muttered in an uncontrolled tone of voice she had never heard him use before.

“I hope not,” she teased and kissed him quickly. James held onto her, his grip tight, as he gave her an openmouthed kiss, panting into her mouth.

He seemed lost for words as he showed with one hand that he wanted her to go faster, while he clenched her shoulder with the other. He appeared completely lost in the sensation she was giving him, and Charlotte was thoroughly enjoying it. Both the ability to give him pleasure but also knowing that she could bring him out of control like this. To know that there was a side of him that was in control all the time.

James’s body jerked as he gasped for air, and for a moment Charlotte thought that she might have injured him, then she felt a hot liquid spill from his manhood over her hand and he seemed to relax. He hugged her tightly to his body, kissing her cheeks, her forehead, her nose, her lips.

“Thank you, Charlotte,” he muttered, still a little out of breath.

Charlotte could not help but giggle a little at this completely new experience and seeing a vastly different side to him. He found his handkerchief in his pocket and offered it to her to dry her hand.

“This is why you would not let me touch in the Golden Silk room,” she said as she absentmindedly stopped the handkerchief into the pocket of her dress and followed him as he took her hand and led her to a chaise longue by the wall. He had her sit down and then kneeled on the floor in front of her.

“Yes,” he simply answered, and she could hear the smile in his voice.

“Does it happen every time?” she had to ask, trying to make out his facial expression in the dim light, but it was impossible.

“Yes,” he answered and now there was laughter in his voice. “Do you know how children are made, Charlotte?” he then surprised her by saying.

Charlotte wanted to nod, since her mother had explained, but she was too dumbfounded by his question.

“A child can be made when a man spills himself inside a woman,” James explained in a low voice, as he tucked her to his body.

Charlotte tried to connect the hot liquid she had just felt with the chubby toddlers her younger siblings had been. It seemed impossible and yet, her mother had told her something similar, although let out the part about the...

“What is it called?” she asked.

James laughed out loud, a laugh that seemed to translate both surprise and a deep joy. He kissed her temple, before he spoke.

“That is probably one of the things I love most about you, Charlotte, your sharp and analytical mind,” he declared.

Charlotte felt her breath catch as she once again tried to make out his facial expression for a long moment but found it to be impossible.

“You love me,” she was finally able to force out.

“Yes,” James said firmly and kissed her thoroughly. “I love you,” he stated as he broke the kiss.

Charlotte thought about all the things she had heard about love: that you did not want to be separated from the person, you loved, that you always wanted to talk about him or her, when you were with others, and then lately she had learned about this magnetism that clearly was a key part of a man and a woman loving each other.

“I love you too,” she affirmed solemnly, expecting him to kiss her, but instead he laughed.

“I could practically hear your brain working trying to figure out whether you should say it back,” he said and hugged her tightly.

Charlotte smiled. Somehow, he seemed to know her better than anyone else and more importantly he accepted her.

“So, what’s it called?” she asked again.

“What?” James asked disoriented.

“The... substance that you spilled,” she felt herself blush fiercely, but it was important for her to know.

“There are many names for it,” James murmured as he lowered his lips to hers, kissing her tentatively, reigniting the fire. Charlotte felt helplessly wanton as she thought that it would now be her turn to be touched by him.

“Tell me one of them,” she panted as she tore her lips away from his.

“Seed,” James answered, immediately capturing her lips again. “Cum,” he mumbled as he kissed his way down her neck at the same time as his hands started to open the buttons at the back of her gown. “Semen,” he murmured as he pulled the dress from her shoulders, making it pool around her waist and his hand cupped her breast.

He seemed annoyed with her stays and made quick work of unlacing them and threw them on the floor. His hand on her breast felt burning hot through the thin fabric and Charlotte pressed against it. His other hand rose to cup her other breast, both hands playing with her nipples. Charlotte could not help a sharp moan and felt her inner muscles clench in anticipation.