The dress must go

Charlotte **** the tears from her eyes as she breathed in the musky scent of her desire. What power did this outlaw have over her that weakened her resolve like an opiate? She glared at her captor fiercely without saying a word; she doubted that her pleas would influence a villain like Black Brand, but also because she didn't fully trust herself and the words that might escape her lips.

The hunger in her captor's eyes burned fiercely as he pulled her lips to his again claiming her ripe mouth with his. The moan of desire could have been made by either or both of them Charlotte realized with a heady sense of understanding. As ludicrous as it might seem to any court of law in the land, Charlotte knew that even though she was the one captured and bound by this man, that her half dressed form hanging in the damp cave had a power that she had never experienced before.

Randy’s tongue danced in Lady Marlton's mouth and he felt her body responding to his. Her tongue pushed into his mouth tasting him and her body pressed its warm softness against his chest and thighs driving on his reckless need. As he kissed the captured daughter of his foe all thoughts of vengeance were replaced by his need to make this woman his. Miss Charlotte's kisses moved to his neck as he lifted his head from hers and untied the leather strap that bound her slender wrists above her head. With her hands freed at last she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself up to find his lips again.

She kissed him with the eagerness of a love-starved widow, but her gasps of wonder when he sampled a new erogenous zones and the way her body twitched like a year old colt each time he caressed her indicated that she had little or no experience with this kind of passion. As they kissed, Randy’s hands started pulling at her long skirt gathering it and lifting it until he held great handfuls of it in either hand. He lifted it higher pulling the dress up and over her head; Lady Charlotte made no attempt to restrict his efforts, instead she lifted her arms demurely allowing him to remove the riding gown that had covered her body from wrist to ankle.

After pulling the dress from her head and arms, Randy stepped away and tossed it onto a fireside stool. He made no attempt to hide the desire he felt for Charlotte as his eyes swept admiringly over her body from feet to head. He had seen and tasted most of her body during the previous minutes, but now for the first time he could take in all of her magnificent body at once. Charlotte’s tiny feet and legs were covered in a shear layer of silk that clung to her calves and thighs concealing none of her delicious shape. A pale gap of skin between the top of her stockings and the hem of her slip showed the lacy garters that held her silk hose. One of the small silver clasps had been torn from the stockings and now swung free dangling from the hidden garter belt around her thin waist.

The embroidered camisole hung as much from the swell of her round breasts as it did from the thin straps that rested on her shoulders and Randy licked his lips as the sight of her swollen nipples pressing against the sheer fabric sparked recent memories of how Charlotte pressed her teats hungrily into his mouth. Her neck was as long, pale and graceful as a swan’s, although Randy could see a spot along the left side where a red bruise from his teeth had marred the unblemished skin.

Her face was as beautiful as Randy remembered. Lady Charlotte’s cheeks were bright with color and her mouth was slightly open as her rapid breaths gave evidence of her level of excitement. Her nose was lightly freckled, and although her eyes dropped modestly to the ground as he studied her Randy remembered the soft hazel hidden behind her lashes. The strands of rich brown hair pulled free from the coif pinned under her hat now hung covering her left ear but the diamond stud in her right earlobe gleamed in the lamplight as he admired his prisoner.

Charlotte felt a wave of emotion sweep over her as she realized the outlaw was assessing her as she stood barely dressed before him. It was just like in the color plate from her romance - although thankfully only one man was examining her instead of a dozen leering sheikhs. Did he find her attractive? She looked down in panic as his eyes lifted from her bosom to her face and she blushed even more as she realized that she desperately hoped he did.

“Please.” Charlotte’s voice could barely be heard because of the constant roar of the falls, but she felt she had to speak.

“Please what Lady Charlotte?” Answered the highwayman as he closed the gap between them lifting her face with a gentle finger under her chin until her eyes met his. “Please let me go and pretend this never happened?” A knot of discomfort formed in her gut as she considered his words. “Please be gentle with me?” He continued “Or please throw me on the bed and ravage me like a marauding Viking?”