Charlotte explodes in Randy's arms

For a timeless interlude Charlotte lay on the grassy bank panting and moaning as Black Brand's fingers slid under her panties and skillfully played with her sex. His fingers seemed to know just where to stroke to build the need in her core.

“God, forgive me.” She gasped as his skilled fingertips danced on the tiny nub she had thought no-one but her knew about. Charlotte had discovered this particularly sensitive spot herself and for several years she had secretly rubbed herself late at night as she read her romances and pictured herself in the fate of the heroines. But how had this outlaw known about her most intimate secret? What dark magic had he used to find just the right spot to make her lose her mind?

Charlotte writhed under his touch gasping like a fish out of water as he teased her with his fingers and his mouth toyed with her breasts. The waves of pleasure that shot from her nipples to her womanhood and back again as he suckled and nipped at her with his teeth made her ache with need. She pulled his mouth from one teat to the other trying to satisfy her desire to have every sensitive spot on her body satisfied at once. Her hips thrust against his fingers desperately trying to reach the magical moment of release that she could sometimes achieve when she stroked herself in the dark.

Randy knew exactly what Charlotte was longing for. Unlike most of his shipmates, Randy tried to please the women of the portside brothels and perhaps sensing his unselfish nature several of the working girls took the time to teach him how to satisfy a woman. In the South Pacific his education advanced even further when he spent almost a week living with a lonely widow who despite being twice his age had the energy of a teenager and the skills of the most highly trained courtesan in the Ottoman courts. Randy prided himself on his skill with the fairer sex, and as willing and sensitive as Lady Charlotte was he knew exactly how to bring her over the edge.

Miss Charlotte was as easy to please as any woman he could remember, there was something about the way she responded to his every touch that excited Randy as much as it excited her. Her breasts smelled sweet and clean and when his lips captured her puckered nipple and tasted her he almost exploded in his woolen trousers.

Randy had thought to play her, slowly bringing her to the edge and then back again several times before finally letting her have the release she was begging for. However his need and her sensitivity foiled that original plan and in less than four minutes the proud Lady Marlton was crying out in passion. Her orgasm lasted almost thirty seconds and was one of the most intense that he had ever seen. He wondered if she always came like that. What would it feel like to have her explode like that with him buried deep inside her?

Was she like that with her other lovers? Did she have other lovers? How could a woman this sexual not have had multiple lovers? The idea that she had been with other men irritated him in a way that he neither understood nor liked.