Charlie rose and took the smaller woman in her arms, tenderly kissing her. As Rebecca lay there, dazed and trying to catch her breath, Charlie strapped the phallus onto her own body.
Rebecca opened her eyes and looked to her mate. "That was amazing, Charlie." She smiled and tentatively placed her hand on the soaked implement projecting from Charlie’s hips. "Now how can we make it work for you?"
Charlie rolled over onto her back and spread her arms. "Here I am, beloved. Anything you want, any touch you give me will please me."
She smiled. "I know that. But how can I make this pleasurable for you? Surely there must be a way."
Charlie smiled. She pulled Rebecca into her arms and urged her to straddle her body. "Take it into yourself. Move in whatever way is pleasurable to you. I assure you, it will pleasure me."
Rebecca smiled, when she realized what Charlie wanted. This was new and just a bit scary, but at the very same time exciting and exhilarating. Carefully and very slowly she lowered her body down onto the phallus, hissing with pleasure as she did. She looked at Charlie and let her hands travel up the woman's stomach to her breasts as she started a slow rocking motion with her hips.
Charlie's eyelids drooped to half closed and she drew in a sharp breath. As Rebecca's hands closed on her breasts, Charlie arched up into them, offering herself to the woman above her. With each slow, considered movement of Rebecca's hips, the muscles in Charlie's stomach rippled.
Rebecca watched Charlie's face for any signs that she was not enjoying what was happening. Seeing nothing but pleasure, she moved on. Mimicking the things Charlie had done to her in the past, she rolled tight nipples between her thumb and finger as the pace of her hips increased. "I love you Charlie. So very, very, much."
Charlie threw her head back and her body arched shamelessly up into Rebecca's. Her hips started rising to meet Rebecca's movements and Charlie settled her hands around Rebecca's waist, as much to ground herself as to steady Rebecca.
"Yes, Charlie, oh yes." Rebecca felt no shame in this pleasure and the look on Charlie's face made it more wonderful. She felt, for the first time, like a success as she loved Charlie. She loved the feel of Charlie's hands on her body and the rhythm they were once again creating. Her head fell back as her rocking grew faster and Charlie's thrusts grew harder.
Charlie was going insane. This was more intense and incredible than she had imagined. It was almost as if she was inside of Rebecca's body, as if the two were melding and merging into one entity. Charlie's hips rose to drive into Rebecca, and she bucked harder and harder, reaching to bring the two of them together into one. In an instant, Charlie's whole body thrust high up into Rebecca. Charlie’s body formed a rigid arch, balanced shoulders and heels. A deep, guttural cry broke from Charlie's lips. "Becca!"
Rebecca could only fall forward into Charlie as yet again she was overcome. She pushed down one last time as her hands grasped Charlie's shoulders and her teeth bit gently into her shoulder. She could not stop the tiny thrusts of her hips that happened automatically as Charlie pushed into her.
When they finally came down from the heights they had climbed to, Rebecca simply could not move. She listened with a great deal of satisfaction to the sound of Charlie's heart thundering in her chest.
Charlie cradled Rebecca in her arms, gently stroking her back and sides. As the smaller woman's breathing returned to normal, Charlie quietly pledged herself. "I am yours, Rebecca. Yours for the rest of my life. Whatever you want, whatever you need, I will do my best to provide. I love you, my dear heart, my love, my wife, my home."
"And I am yours, heart, body, and soul." A moment later when her muscles started working again, Rebecca moved to Charlie's side and stroked the still rippling muscles of her stomach. "Remind me to send Lizzie a thank you note."
"Ummmm. I will, love. Tomorrow. Sleep now, beloved."
"Oh yes, until late tomorrow morning if I have my way." She got as close to Charlie as she could. "Forever, my love. Forever," she whispered as she fell into a very happy slumber.
Charlie gathered her close and joined her in sleep.
--*--
Sunday, January 29, 1865
Rebecca rolled over and curled into Charlie's body. She hummed, still delightfully sated from the previous evening. She smiled as her hand rubbed over Charlie's stomach and up her chest. "Good morning, my love."
Charlie literally purred before she found her voice. "Good morning, darling wife." She stretched like a big, happy cat.
"So, would we be horrible people if we did not attend services today?" She continued to run her hand over Charlie's warm skin.
"Probably. Likely Mrs. Williams would say things like ‘‘Oh, Lord, he has taken her away to have his evil Yankee way with her. Poor Rebecca. I always said she should stay away from that damned Yankee.’"
Rebecca burst out laughing so hard the bed actually shook. "Oh, if she only knew the truth, she would explode on the spot." Then she rolled over and covered Charlie's body with her own. "I am very fond of your evil Yankee ways."
Charlie stroked her hands down Rebecca’s bare back. "And I love your sultry Southern ways, my love." She raised her head and nipped at Rebecca’s shoulder.
"Hmmm," Rebecca's body was responding to Charlie in the most carnal of ways and she knew if she did not get up soon, they would indeed miss services. "All right, Charlie, I am going to be good and get up now."
Charlie drew in a deep breath and sighed. "Yes, I suppose. We should be good. We should be appropriate. We should take Em to church." As she spoke, she continued to stroke Rebecca’s back, and then reached farther down to cup her bottom in both hands and pulled her close.
"Oooo, bad, Charlie!" Rebecca giggled like a schoolgirl and got up from the bed. "Now be good, Charlie!"
"Oh, all right. I will be. Shortly." She captured Rebecca by the back of the head and pulled her down for a resounding kiss.
Rebecca let herself get lost in that wonderful kiss and was almost ready to get back into bed and say to the devil with the services, when her conscience got the better of her. "Oh, Charlie, please be good and get up. Please?"
An insistent tapping at the door, accompanied by an obvious effort to turn the latch, over which Charlie had looped the stop, interrupted their conversation. "Well, it seems that the outside world wants in, so I suppose we must rejoin civilization.
"Papa. Want in!"
"Yes, I suppose we must."
Rebecca tossed her sleeping gown and her robe on and went to the door, waiting with her hand on the knob until Charlie was properly presentable in full 'Papa' mode. When she opened the door, Em stood there, looking at her for a moment.
"Mowin' Mamma 'Becca." The child stretched her arms out for a hug, which Rebecca was more than happy to give her.
"Good morning, Miss Emily."
"Papa, pwease."
Rebecca pointed at Charlie who was now sitting on the bed putting on his slippers. "Your Papa is there."
Em smiled and ran into the room, straight to Charlie.
"Good morning, imp." He picked the child up and gave her a bear hug, a kiss and a tickle. "So what are you doing here in your nightgown? Have you gotten away from Tess again?"
The question was answered not by Em, but by Tess, who stopped in front of the door and placed her hands on her hips. "There you are, Miss Emily. Now come to Tess and let us get you dressed."
"Go on, little one. It is church day, and you must look your best. You know, when you look pretty and are a good girl, people think that Mama, Mamma Becca and I are being good parents to you."
"Yes, Papa." Little Emily was learning very quickly that when Papa and Mamma 'Becca told her something was to be done; it was best to be a good girl and do it. She slid off his lap and went to Tess. "Em sowy, Tess. Em be good."
With Tess off to tend to Emily’s morning toilet, Charlie and Rebecca turned to their own morning rituals. Somehow, they managed to get in one another’s way under the guise of ‘‘helping’ so they were both very late in getting down for breakfast. Elizabeth, Richard, Samantha, Jeremiah, and Em were waiting for them. "So," Elizabeth drawled, "did you sleep well?"