Oh, such a sweet fall

It was crazy! It was wrong, it was risky and it was a sin, but Charlotte didn't care. After her encounter with Jason, many of the beliefs that she had held to so firmly were badly shaken. That a gentleman courting could behave like a coarse villain, while the outlaw who terrorized her family lands – perhaps with good cause – had sent her home with her virtue intact, was impossible to put aside. In fact, Mr. Fuller’s timely arrival was in truth the only reason she still had this precious jewel to offer at all.

The inconvenient truth that Mr. Fuller was so far beneath her station would surely have given her father an aneurysm even if Fuller had not been a wanted Highwayman. As far as Charlotte was concerned though, if Mr. Worthington's claims were true, then her father could burn in the deepest level of Dante's Hells.

Mr. Fuller moaned softly and his arms pulled her even closer as his tongue teased her with practiced skill. It was as if he knew her even better than she knew herself; every caress, every touch, every kiss made those ingrained values and beliefs meaningless. Her body fit against his in a way that she never believed possible and for the first time in her life Charlotte forgot that she was a peer of the greatest Empire the world had ever known. In Mr. Fuller's arms she was a woman, his woman. Another moan, but this one came from her.

"Don't leave yet." Randy heard her words, but in his befuddled state he couldn't fathom her meaning. She pulled him from the window and half carried him to the wrought-iron framed bed, he could feel her hands pulling at the laces of his shirt and was surprised to discover that his hand had found its way under the long skirt of her night-gown and was grasping the soft flesh of her thigh.

"Lady Marlton." Randy groaned into her ear; his other hand was at the back of her neck with his fingers buried in her hair. Randy knew just how little control he had when he held her in his arms and with what small resolve he had left he tried to warn her. "Miss Charlotte," his thumb found the soft skin just under her ear as he pulled her head away, "I won't be able to stop."

"I don't want you to stop Mr. Fuller." Her answer was soft but determined. "I want you to take me right here, right now and teach me how a man finds pleasure in a woman's body." The front of his shirt was open down almost to his navel and like a mischievous child she slid her hands across the bare skin of his chest sending waves of pleasure from his nipples to the tips of his toes. "You have already shattered my intention to honour my future husband's expectations," Lady Marlton teased his ear with gentle kisses as she spoke, "now I want to see just what I've been missing."

"I don't kno-" Lady Charlotte interrupted his weak protest with a kiss and with the shifting of her position the hand that had rested on her round hip now slipped into the small gap between her inner thighs. Randy felt what little strength he had left evaporate like dew in the summer sun. Her eyes open wide in surprised delight when his hand cupped her sex fiercely and then as his middle finger found the slick opening between her labia they half closed and a content smile curled the corners of her wide mouth.

"Oh Gracious Lord, forgive me." She gasped even as her legs opened in an unmistakable invitation. Randy was now able to run his finger along the length of her slit from the small island of skin between her two most private apertures to the hard nub that quivered at the other end. The effect on Miss Charlotte was nearly instantaneous; her back arched and she moaned in wonder, "How can something so wicked feel so good?" Her hands tugged weakly at his shirt and he freed his other hand from her hair and helped her pull the garment over his head all the while stroking and teasing the tender flesh with his fingers using every trick he'd ever learned.

The thin cotton nightgown was next, pulled over her head - she was naked and open before him. His woolen trousers were now painfully tight against his erection trapped inside, but the way she lay stretched out before him running her hands up and down her belly and breasts suggested all sorts of uses for his hand other than freeing his laces.