Regret immediately takes hold of me when her eyes well with tears. Fuck. I shouldn’t have said anything.
“Is that the only reason you want to stop? Because you believe I’m not thinking straight?”
I nod, afraid if I open my mouth, I’ll say another stupid thing.
She captures my face between her hands. “I’ve never been more certain about anything, Troy. I’m tired of fighting my feelings. If anything, what happened today has made things clearer to me.”
I see nothing but determination and sincerity in her gaze.
“Then fucking kiss me like there’s no tomorrow. Don’t hold back.”
She heeds my words, covering my mouth with hers. I tangle my fingers in her hair, pulling her even closer to me. Risking pain, I reach for her waist with my right arm. I want her pinned to my body until she’s molded to me. I’m about to combust on the spot, but when Charlie begins to grind her pelvis against mine, I lose my mind completely.
“These clothes need to go,” she says before I can.
“Fuck yeah.”
Thanks to my injured shoulder, the process of getting rid of our clothes takes longer than I’d like. She helps me first, pulling my T-shirt off carefully and then lobbing it aside. She stops for a moment to take in my naked chest, staring with hunger in her eyes.
“You can touch if you want,” I tease.
“Oh, I will.” She traces her fingers over my pecs, then leans down to run her warm tongue over them, making me hiss.
I grab a handful of her hair to bring her devious mouth to mine. I don’t kiss her; I brand her with my tongue and teeth before pulling back. “You’re not playing fair. I thought you wanted our clothes gone.”
“What’s the hurry? I’m not going anywhere.”
“What’s the hurry, she asks. Woman, I’m dying here. I need to see you. All I had to hold me over for these past weeks was a little sneak peek of your pussy.”
She gasps as if she were offended, then hits my shoulder—my injured shoulder.
“Ouch!”
“Oops. Sorry, I forgot,” she apologizes sheepishly.
“Let me see your tits and I’ll forgive you.” I smirk.
“Patience is a virtue, you know?”
“Never had any, ain’t gonna start now.”
With a shake of her head, she helps me take off my jeans but keeps my boxer shorts on. Her eyes linger on my erection straining against the fabric, and I can guess what she has in mind.
“I do want your mouth on my cock, sweetheart, but let’s level the playing field first. Clothes be gone.”
She pouts. “You’re no fun.”
My lips curl into a grin. “Oh, I’m loads of fun. You’ll see.”
She reaches for the edge of her turtleneck, but before she takes it off, she says, “If you laugh, it’s game over.”
I’d believe her if she could keep a straight face, but I indulge her. “I won’t laugh. Promise.”
She finally pulls her sweater off, sitting in front of me in her panties and bra only. Even blue, there’s nothing laughable about her appearance.
“Damn, you’re breathtaking.”
“Really? You dig the Avatar look?”
I don’t reply right away, too busy thinking of the ways I plan to worship her body.
“Troy?” she asks.
I bring my eyes to her face. “Sorry. What was the question?”
She shakes her head. “Never mind. I got my answer.”
I snake my left arm around her back, and with deft fingers, I unhook her bra. Her glorious tits spill free from their restraint, and before the scrap of fabric drops to Charlie’s lap, my mouth and hands are on her. I circle one of her nipples with my tongue, teasing the nub mercilessly while I knead her other breast. I don’t care about the pain in my shoulder—this is an all-hands-on-deck situation.
Charlie’s fingers thread through my hair, and then she yanks at the strands while arching her back. I let go of her breast for a second to pull her onto my lap again. A deep groan escapes from deep in my throat when her pussy rubs against my shaft. She’s already soaking wet, and her heat combined with the friction of our underwear grinding together, is sending me careening to the edge faster than I want. Shit. I can’t pull a quick-draw move on her.
I let go of her nipple with a soft pop, then kiss her lips again, fast and deep. “I’m going to eat your pussy now, darling,” I murmur against her lips.
“I want a taste of you too.”
I grow harder at the idea of a sixty-nine, but I stomp on it for now. There’s a real danger here that the moment Charlie’s lips touch my cock, I’ll explode in her mouth.
“In good time. Patience is a virtue, remember? Your words.” I push her off my lap. “Now lie down and let me feast on you for a bit.”
Her cheeks turn an adorable pink shade. I don’t comment on it, not when she does what I asked without a fight. She’s not as blue as before, but it’ll take several washes to get rid of the dye. It doesn’t bother me in the least. She’s beautiful no matter what.
I peel her panties off with eagerness, almost tearing them in the process.
Charlie chuckles. “Are you that hungry?”
“For you? I’m starving.” I sprawl my fingers across her hips, taking a moment to admire her pussy. My mouth waters at the sight.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, a hint of insecurity in her tone.
“Babe, there’s nothing wrong.”
Then I dive in, going straight for the kill. My tongue sweeps over her clit, eliciting a cry from Charlie. Her hips buck toward me, but I keep her in place as I eat her like candy. She tastes like peaches, velvety on my tongue, sweet in the back of my throat. I’ve never had anything better.
“Oh my God,” she moans.
I pull back to insert two fingers inside her while pressing my thumb against her bundle of nerves. I’ve barely started finger-fucking her when she cries out, and her pussy clenches around me. I increase the tempo, trying to prolong her climax and not think about the tightness in my balls.
“That’s it, babe. Come for me.”
Her tremors cease, and then she goes utterly still save for the rise and fall of her chest. “Holy fuck,” she breathes.
I laugh, then jump off the couch.
She leans on her elbows. “Where are you going?”
“I need something.” I run back to the kitchen and look for the extra box of condoms I keep there. It takes me a few seconds to find it and then run back to Charlie.
“You keep condoms in the kitchen?” She raises an eyebrow.
“I lived alone before. Any room in the house was fair game.”
I only realize my error when Charlie’s gaze darkens. “I see.”
“Fuck. That made me sound like a horndog, didn’t it? I swear that wasn’t the case.”
She sits up and takes the box from my hand. “I don’t care.” Without breaking eye contact, she retrieves a foil packet from the box. “As long as you fuck me like one now.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
My boxer shorts disappear in the blink of an eye, and the condom goes in place just as fast. Charlie then pulls the same move I did before, making me lie down and then straddling me.