Thomas Seymour's bedchamber

In my eye's Charlotte couldn't cause any problem. The only person who caused a problem was our Father. I gently pulled her on top of me, giving in to the soft sensual texture of her lips. "No my love you can never cause any problem. I love you and nobody can change that not even my family. Since you have come into my life I feel like a faithful man. You have bewitched me." I joked, as my hand reached down to cup her breast.

Catherine smiled to Thomas when he pulled her on top of him, a loving and tender smile and her eyes shone with pure love. She'd never really thought of what they looked like together. Her pale skin against his. His strength against her softness.

No, my love, 'tis you who have bewitched me.

When his hands skated over her skin to caress her breasts, she shivered—both at the deliciousness of the touch and the sight of it.

"I bewitched you!" I asked as my lips curved. My fingers gently touched her buttocks. Her shivers were a thrill to my body senses. "When I first met you I never planned to bewitch you. I thought you would never give me the time of day."

Of course, you bewitched me.

She whispered softly while looking tenderly into his eyes.

Anne was right about that. You have bewitched me, you most handsome of man. And of them all, there is only you in my heart, in my thoughts, in my dreams . . .

She sighed and smiled gently.

Your eyes haunt me . . . Your lips  captivate me .

Catherine captured his lips in a passionate kiss filled with love she'd in her heart.

His groan against her lips made her tremble. She whimpered against his lips, unable to express her need, but in the end she didn't need to; he felt it for himself. She quivered against his searching fingers, the engorged pearl of her womanhood responding with a heady rush, triggering a volley of panting cries from her throat as the waves of delight crashed in and over her.

He serenaded her body with kisses; moving his lips around her ample bosom. Softly; he took one of her nipples within his mouth gently suckling. Thomas still moved his fingers deeper and deeper into her flower his other hand roamed free down her enchanting hips.

All she knew was that the world was tilting and her only solid ground was this magnificent man and his mouth, his body touching every inch of hers. Then inhaled sharply when his mouth covered her already hard nipple with his mouth. The heat made her body ache and she couldn't think, only pull him closer, needing him more and more.

Please!

She demanded, her thighs aching for him.

Thomas grinned like a cheshire cat he wanted to see how far he could push her body to it's ultimate pleasure. Releasing his tongue from her bossom; he kissed the inside of her thighs whilst he pushed his hand under her buttocks. Slowly he removed his fingers from her replacing them with his tongue. As his tongue first touched her flower he dag his nails deeply into her buttocks; pulling her down to his tongue.

Catherine whimpered at the feel of his warm wet mouth against her tenderness, and when he ran his tongue over the nub once, twice, she gripped the sheet, put a foot to his shoulder and gritted her teeth against the exquisite sensation which was so new to her.

Thomas laid between her as he slid inside her. He gently pulled her hips up as he began to thrust feeling a sense of power that over whelmed him in this moment of pure ecstasy.

She moaned slightly as he entered her, thrusting in a slow rhythm as Catherine wrapped her thin legs around his waist kissing him passionately, as her hips matched his thrusts with her own.