I open my mouth, but nothing intelligible comes out. “I… uh…”
Charlie comes nearer. This close to me, I can see the desire in his eyes. It almost melts me where I stand.
“I was thinking…” he says, brushing a coppery lock of my hair back behind my ear. “About the other night, at the festival.”
His chest is almost touching mine now. I can feel a tingle of anticipation begin there, hardening my peaks.
“Oh?” I whisper breathily.
His big hand caresses my shoulders, warm fingers kneading my muscles. My eyelids flutter closed as he touches me. It’s all I can do not to moan.
“Mmmhm. I think you need to unwind,” he says. “You’re so tense all the time.”
“And you have an idea of how I should unwind?” I say, opening my eyes. I already know what his idea is. I had the strength to walk away at the park… but like a moth to a flame, I came right back.
A wicked grin lights up his features. It makes my toes want to curl.
“I do. I think you just need to get laid.”
I suck in a breath, looking up at him. His eyes are searching mine, looking for an answer.
“Maybe I do,” I barely breathe knowing I’m the one caving between the two of us.
The second the affirmation is out of my mouth; his lips are on mine. He spears my hair with one hand, and puts his other hand on my lower back pulling me to his chest, and taking what he wants from the kiss.
I press myself to him, molding us shoulder to hip, feeling the faint beginning of pleasure running through my heated blood. I’ve wanted him for days. He gives me a little of what I want with firm sweeps of his tongue against mine.
It’s not enough, though. It can never be enough with Charlie.
“More,” I demand, my voice rough. I know what I’m doing and there isn’t a piece of me that doesn’t know what this is. I want him. Plain and simple. Regardless of what happens tomorrow.
In a swift motion, Charlie picks me up, his hands wrapping around my thighs and making me squeal in surprise. He knocks over a cup of pencils in his haste to settle me on the desk. I hear papers drifting to the floor, but I’m too wrapped up in him to look.
I’m breathless, nervous, but more than anything… I’m wanting. Skin on skin, more of his lips on mine, more of him, taking me.
He fits himself between my legs, pulling down the straps of my dress. I'm busy trying to get his t-shirt off. He finally growls and steps back, ripping the t-shirt over his head.
Running my hands all over his warm muscles, over his shoulders and down his back, I knew he’d feel like this. He pulls the top half of my dress down and nearly rips my white lace bra off; he’s so eager. I guess we’re both wanting.
In only a minute, I’m naked from the waist up, completely bared to him. My breathing comes in ragged. This is so wrong, but I don’t care anymore.
“Fuck,” he says, cupping my breasts with his hands. “You’re so damn beautiful, Grace.” There’s a sense of awe in his voice that I wish I could focus on, but his deft fingers have my head thrown back in an instant.
When he tweaks my nipples, sharp shocks of pleasure and pain shoot straight to my clit and I gasp, thrusting myself deeper into his hands as my back arches.
“Yes,” I moan. How long has it been? Too long. Far too long.
I only look back at him when he bends down to take my nipple in his mouth. I grip his head and groan, unable to process the sensation of his tongue on my flesh any other way.
Rucking up my skirt, he reveals the white lace thong I’m wearing. He kneels and kisses my knee as he pulls down my panties, casting them aside.
I try to close my knees, but he tsks at me.
“Open your legs for me,” he commands, glancing up at me.
The hunger in his eyes is undeniable. I slowly part my thighs, holding his gaze. There’s something so erotic about it, something taboo. It sends goosebumps down every inch of my body.
Charlie pulls my ass to the edge of the desk, and I tense a bit. Nerves pricking along my skin. Using a hand on my stomach, Charlie gently reclines me, whispering to ‘relax’. He trails kisses up the inside of my thighs raising heat everywhere on my body. Scorching me and forcing my hips to undulate. His splayed hand warns me to stay still.
He teases me before his kisses reach my pussy, trailing down the seam. I shift in place as he uses two fingers to part my lips. I’ve never been like this with a man. So close and intimate. With my eyes open, I stare at the ceiling, barely seeing a thing and feeling every single thing. When he stops, I glance down at him, my lips parted and my chest rising with heavy breaths.
He looks up at me, like a tiger looking at his prey. There’s a self-satisfied look on his face.
“You’re so wet for me,” he says. “That’s so fucking sexy.”
I blush and nearly cover my face but my hands close into fists instead. In the next heartbeat, Charlie kisses me right on my clit. It’s electrifying, the feel of his lips like hot lightning running through my whole body.
He flicks his tongue over my clit a few more times, each flick making my body spark with need, then he swirls his tongue over it. Finally, he seals his mouth over my clit and I cry out, my hands flying to his shoulders.
“Charlie! Fuck!”
He moans, the vibrations forcing my toes to curl, and he does it again and again. I close my eyes. I grip his shoulders, his hair. It feels so goddamn good, I never want him to stop.
But before the heavy wave of my release crashes, he stops.
My gaze whips down to him, needing more and not knowing why he stopped. Charlie eases back from me, wiping his mouth. I open my eyes and look at him, wild-eyed. He chuckles as he stands up again.
“Relax, sweetheart,” he says. “I’m not done with you yet.”
I pull him to me, kissing him hungrily. As I take my kisses, he unbuttons his jeans, pushing them down part of the way. I gasp and pull back; he’s freed his cock, and it's massive. Long and thick, and resting against me.
I look him in the eye, awestruck. He smirks.
“You thought I couldn’t back up my teasing?” he says.
I bite my lip and reach for his cock. I can’t close my fingers around his girth, that’s how big his dick is. I know two things right this second.
I’m going to feel this tomorrow.
I have to tell Ann. Don’t kiss and tell isn’t a rule when you’re with someone who’s… well got something worth telling.
I caress him, feeling the warmth and steel of his cock beneath my fingers.
Mostly, I’m wondering how the hell he’s going to fit. I hear crinkling, then realize he’s unwrapping a condom. He kisses me, distracting me while he puts it on.
I lick my lips and almost remind him. The odds of me getting pregnant are slim to none. My throat starts to close with the emotions creeping up on me. All this bullshit that’s been making me so crazy is getting in the way of my happiness yet again.
I won’t let it. I don’t have to tell him, and I’m not ruining this.
He takes his cock in his fist, and the sight of him touching himself gets me hotter than ever. As he positions himself snug between my thighs, my heart beats faster. I part my legs wider as his cock pushes against my entrance. He stretches me slowly and my head moves from one side to the other with the stinging pain.