Page 44 of Charity

Agatha curled her hand about his head and brought his lips to hers as they traversed the dark hall. The light pressure soon blurred into possession and compliance. Each of them giving and taking what they needed from the exchange. Darkness faded as Oscar swept her into his candlelit bedchamber and locked the door to keep the world away.

Slowly, he dropped her to her feet, but Agatha wouldn’t let go. Not yet. Not completely. She needed him too much to lose his touch so soon.

She wriggled her hips against him and his breath hissed through his teeth. She silenced him with more kisses. He need not say a word. They both wanted and they both could have. She’d share this last night with him, and she intended to burn the memory of their passion deep into his soul.

But that wouldn’t happen if he controlled their pleasure. His habit of seeing to her needs first went against her plans for the night. He had his own needs he’d rarely asked her to fulfill, and by night’s end, she’d do her best to meet every one.

Gently, Agatha pushed against him until a foot of air stood between them.

Oscar’s face had flushed a hot color and his chest rose and fell in a harsh rhythm.

“Sit on the bed, my love,” she whispered.

His brow rose, an amused smile tugged his lips, yet he did as she asked, dangling his long legs over the side. She admired his legs as she raised her hands to her hair. Oscar liked to play with the long strands over his chest, so she slowly removed the pins. As the pale mass fell, Oscar moaned.

Agatha smiled and drew the locks forward to cover her breasts then slowly worked the knot at her waist free. The dark material of her robe pooled at her feet, and Oscar bit his lip. She loosened her nightgown and inched the material down a bit at a time.

Oscar met her gaze. “Resorting to torture, are we?”

“I’m hoping to seduce you.”

He smiled. “You have me, precious. You have always had me.”

As her nightgown slid down her legs, she smiled. His gaze roamed up and down her body hungrily, his robe tented by his hidden erection. She had him for one last night, and if one night was all she could have, then she would make it count. She took a step forward and played with the ends of her long hair, conscious that when she did, her nipple would appear to him then disappear. She took another step until she stood before him.

Agatha gestured to his robe. “Take that off.”

Still smiling, he shucked the robe and sat before her in all his naked glory.

“Beautiful,” she whispered, running her fingers over his exposed thighs and upward to brush his cock lightly with her fingertips. He shuddered.

Agatha widened his legs so she could get closer. Her gaze rose to his. As she leaned in to kiss him, she also gathered the strands of her hair and swiped the ends over his erection. A rough pant passed his lips. She smiled at how simple their lust could be. A touch, a brush of warm breath, and they were both gasping.

Oscar cupped her face and kissed her. She knew she should resist just a little longer, but the pleasure of being completely naked with him left her body too restless to protest. She climbed onto the bed until she straddled him and thrust her tongue into his mouth time and again. Oscar’s fingers dipped into her body. She arched as a hard shudder rocked her. He knew exactly how to tease her in return. Although she’d like nothing better than to let him into her body, she wriggled her hips away from his fingers until she could touch his cock with her lips.

She swiped her tongue over the head then pressed little kisses to the soft skin. Above her head, Oscar moaned her name. She smiled and wrapped her hand about him.

A drop of fluid beaded on the head and she lapped it up eagerly. Opening her mouth wide, she struggled to take him in. He grunted as his head settled on her tongue, and she licked the shaft to help his progress. She rose and fell again, taking more, slicking him with her saliva, and did her best to ignore the ache between her legs. Her nipples hardened to points as his fingers stroked over them and pinched. Agatha sank lower, and then bobbed up and down, tightening and relaxing her grip on him until he moaned again.

Oscar twisted, one hand smoothing over her bottom, the other penetrating her from beneath. Agatha moaned around the cock in her mouth, but didn’t stop, despite the distraction. She slipped a hand to his bollocks and rolled them.

He pulled her hand away. “You do that and I’ll come too soon.”

His cock popped from her mouth and she twitched her bottom to dislodge his fingers. “Then you have to promise not to make me come too soon either.”

He grunted and tossed her onto her back. “Can I help it if I’m irresistible?” He covered her breast with his hand and kneaded. “Or that you love everything we do together?”

He drew the peak into his mouth and sucked hard, then lapped the nipple tip quickly. Agatha threaded her fingers through his hair and kept him there, but her body quivered, her pulse raced. She curled her leg around his hip, opening herself to him again. “I do love you. I couldn’t do this with anyone else.”

Oscar buried his face in her neck, his breath harsh and hot against her skin. “And you won’t. I’ll see to it tomorrow. You’re mine, now and forever.”

A few tears stung her eyes. Her final fall. His mistress.

The die was cast, the deed done. Why fight the inevitable anymore?

Agatha sought his lips again and plunged into her new life. She’d tease and please him so he never considered casting her aside for another.

Oscar appeared very ready for her change of heart. His hands curled over her bottom and squeezed, pulling her against his erection. She tilted her hips and he slid in a little. When she rocked against the intrusion, he claimed her a little more. She was desperate for his pleasure to take over hers. She closed her eyes and pinched his nipples. Oscar rose up above her and his strokes grew in strength, forcing her to grip him tight with her legs to keep them connected.