Sweet slumber

Charlotte slept far better in this strange bed next to the bold outlaw than she did in her own chambers at Marlton Manor. At home she often read herself to sleep, or was troubled by fantastic dreams that left her dripping with night sweats and excited in a way that no young lady should feel. However the night passed in the blink of an eye and she woke feeling warm and safe; it took her a moment to take in the cave and remember just where she was. It took another moment before she understood that the firm body pressed against her from behind could only be Fuller and that it was his arm around her waist and (worse yet) his hand softly cupping her breast.

This was it! Mr. Fuller was finally going to finish what he had started the day before. Charlotte tried not to move, hoping that by pretending to be asleep she could postpone this shame for as long as possible. As much as a minute passed before she realized that while she was awake, Mr. Fuller was still deep in his own somnolent repose. With this revelation a new conundrum arose, in his sleep Mr. Fuller's fingers gently squeezed her flesh through the thin silk of her shift, the longer she allowed him this **** liberty the harder it became to ignore the pleasure that was radiating from her breast. She knew her nipple had puckered into a hypersensitive hard peak because even the soft silk felt like steel wool as it scraped the swollen tip, but did she dare try to move Fuller's arm?

Did she even want to? The feeling of being stroked like this by a man was so unlike what she had imagined, Charlotte didn't ever want it to end. She could sense the fire that was being stoked in her belly with each touch of his gentle fingers and against her better judgement she squeezed her inner thighs together in time with his fingers. Had she been alone on this bed she'd be rubbing herself shamelessly with her fingers, but she couldn't do that! Not with Mr. Fuller by her side.

Unable to protest, and afraid to wake this sleeping giant if she moved, Charlotte lay in Black brands embrace as he slowly stroked her breast and breathed softly onto the back of her neck. Worst of all, Charlotte could feel the need building between her thighs, it didn't seem possible that she could reach a climax with only this to stimulate her, but the slow building of pressure was unmistakable. Just when she thought she'd have to do something Fuller's hand froze. His strong fingers still cupping her swollen breast, but no longer moving and the breathing she had grown accustomed to ended with a single gasp of surprise that feathered the small hairs behind her ear.

Randolph Fuller had awaken, she knew it with absolute certainty, what she couldn't know was how he would respond to having her in his arms like this.