4. Charlie
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Charlie
I hadn’t planned on having sex with Ana so soon. I knew she was hesitant about meeting, and I wanted to make sure she felt as comfortable as possible. Yet, I still craved being close to her. I thought a cuddle would help her relax, that maybe she’d open up more without having to look me directly in the eye; I knew I was staring too much. But maybe the cuddle was actually more for me than for her. I wanted her in my arms so badly.
But she was so determined to make it clear why she was there and it stung a little. I knew we were both attracted to each other; I could see it in the way she looked at me. But I wasn’t the kind of guy looking for a one-night stand. I craved her attention in every possible way, and when she looked at me, I wanted nothing more than for her to stay. I feared that if we had sex, she’d leave and never talk to me again. But I couldn’t pass up the chance. I had to try.
Now, as we made out on my bed, her ample ass grinding against my hard cock through my jeans, I forgot everything else. Her full lips parted, and her hazel eyes burned with desire as she tugged on my hair, pulling my head back. I was ready and willing to drop to my knees and feast on her, make her come until the sun came up. When she slipped her sweater over her head, my hands immediately found the hook of her bra. She tossed the lacy black bra to the floor, arching her back as she rested her hands on my thighs, revealing her beautiful, big tits right in front of me.
My mouth instinctively found her nipple and she let out a soft moan as I teased her with my tongue, our eyes still locked on each other. Her hips continued rolling over my cock, and the tension built to an almost unbearable point—she was easily the sexiest woman I ever laid eyes on, and with her tits in my mouth, I was ready to come right then and there.
I grabbed her waist and lifted my hips, rolling us over until she was on her back. She watched me with a smile as I tugged her jeans down over her thick, irresistible thighs. My hands glided over her soft skin, gently grazing her thighs up and down, while I trailed kisses along the way, slowly working my way back up. I couldn’t help but grin as I saw the desire in her eyes, eagerly watching me. Then, she hooked her thumbs into her black, lacy underwear and slid them down, scooting back to sit upright against my pillows. My cock strained painfully against my clothing as I took in the sight of her completely nude body—her big tits softly bouncing as she laughed, the gentle rolls of her stomach so refreshingly natural and real—a reminder she wasn’t a stick-thin woman that this industry constantly celebrated, but a woman with curves, full and stunning.
I smiled back, though I wasn’t sure what she found so funny.
“What are you waiting for? Get naked for me,” she said playfully, clearly enjoying herself.
I immediately stood up, yanking my shirt over my head while kicking off my shoes at the same time. My eyes never left her as I quickly pulled off my jeans, and I watched in awe as she slid her hand between her legs, gently circling her middle finger against her clit. Her eyes widened slightly as she took in my body, finally settling on the outline of my hard cock straining against my boxer briefs.
“Naked, I said,” she ordered, her voice playful but demanding, snapping me out of my hesitation. It wasn’t that I wasn’t eager to fuck her—fuck, I was—but her gaze left me feeling unsure of myself for the first time in a while. She was so fucking beautiful, and now I was the one on display. I’d never gotten complaints before, but her opinion of me suddenly meant more than anything.
I slowly lowered my boxer briefs, letting my cock spring free, carefully watching her reaction. She bit her lip as she stared, clearly pleased. Her eyes met mine, full of desire, while her fingers continued to play with herself.
“Stroke yourself,” she commanded, her voice low and breathless.
I instantly spat into my palm, wrapping my hand around my cock and stroking slowly, afraid I wouldn’t last long. It was like watching the best fucking porn on the planet with her lying on my bed, touching herself.
Her finger moved faster as she watched me. “Do you want to fuck me?”
“Yes,” I answered without hesitation. “ Please ,” I begged.
She giggled, clearly pleased with my desperation. “Tell me how badly you want to fuck me.”
I felt precum gathering at the tip of my cock, throbbing with the need to be inside her.
“I’d do just about anything to fuck you,” I breathed, my heart pounding with desire as I watched her.
Her eyebrows lifted slightly. “ Just about anything?” she asked teasingly.
“Anything,” I clarified, my voice strained. “I would do anything to be inside you. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” I added, desperate but completely sincere.
She bit her lip with a smile. “You sweet boy,” she said, her other hand now squeezing her tit, teasing me. “Beg.”
I didn’t even hesitate. I fucking loved this. “ Please , Ana. Please let me fuck you.”
She narrowed her eyes at me. “I’m not sure that’s good enough, Charlie,” she said with a disapproving tone, and my heart dropped, right before I dropped to my knees.
“Please, Ana,” I continued. “I’ll worship your body, I’ll make sure you’re completely satisfied. I swear I’m gonna die if I can’t at least taste you.” It may have seemed over the top, but I sincerely felt that way.
She smirked, clearly satisfied with my answer. “Okay. Why don’t you come taste me, and if you can make me come, I’ll let you fuck me.”
Fuck yes . “Yes, ma’am,” I blurted out, but she quickly corrected me.
“No. You’ll call me mi diosa .”
Her accent, the Spanish, and the way she looked down at me with such confidence—it was so fucking hot. I didn’t know how I wasn’t going to fall in love with her; it may have even been too late.
I got onto my knees on the bed in front of her, and I took in her body once again.
“Yes, mi diosa .” I licked my lips. “Thank you,” I said as I leaned down as she spread her legs wide for me. “Fuck. Thank you,” I repeated, then hungrily pressed my lips to her soft slit, sliding my tongue in.
She moaned softly before gripping my hair with her hands, lifting her hips as I took in her mouthwatering cunt. I pulled her legs over my shoulders before I clutched onto her fleshy thighs, and I looked up to find her watching me intently, her soft moans growing louder.
“ Ay, dios mio, ” she breathed, then I slid a finger inside her as I started to flick her clit with the tip of my tongue. “Yes, baby. Like that,” she praised, parting her lips as her breathing sped up.
I continued, determined and basking in her praise, slipping in another finger, furiously teasing her clit. I watched as her eyes rolled back, her face contorting in pure pleasure, and she pressed her thighs tight against my face, letting out the sexiest fucking moan I’d ever heard.
Even as her hips slowed, I kept going, desperate to see her come again and again—all because of me.
“Yes, baby. Keep going,” she breathed, her voice trembling with pleasure as her fingers tangled in my hair.
And I did it again, making her come over and over, basking in the sound of her moans and the way her body trembled for me, completely lost in the pleasure I was giving her. I would have been satisfied making her come all night, but after I lost count, she pulled me up and pressed her lips hungrily against mine. She lay back, letting me take control, and I squeezed her tits as my mouth trailed down to her neck.
“Fuck me now,” she ordered urgently.
I didn’t hesitate; I aligned my body perfectly with hers as I thrust my cock inside of her drenched pussy, and it felt like I had taken a hit of the best fucking drug I ever had.
“Fuck! Mi diosa , you feel so fucking good,” I breathed as I looked down at her full, parted lips. I caught a glimpse of her tits bouncing up and down, but I only wanted to stare into her eyes; I wanted to get lost inside of her, and more than anything, I wanted to make her crave seeing me again after this night was over.
I wanted to hold off for as long as I could, and I was determined to make her come at least one more time. I rolled us over, keeping our bodies connected, and positioned her on top of me. She didn’t hesitate to move her hips, finding pleasure on my cock, and I gripped her hips hard as she picked up her speed.
“Baby, your cock fills me perfectly,” she moaned as she pressed her palms to my chest, pushing her tits together, making them look even more glorious.
“You were made for me, my love,” I blurted out, instantly realizing I’d given her a nickname that revealed more than I intended.
But she just smiled down at me, clearly enjoying the ride. “Come for me now, baby. I’m close,” she breathed, her voice trembling.
Those words were all I needed to finally let go. As I watched her lips part and her eyes close in pleasure, I lost control, coming inside of her with an orgasm more intense than anything I’d ever felt before.
Her hips slowed, but I couldn’t let go. The intensity of what just happened left me craving more, not just physically but for something deeper. I needed her to stay, because in that moment, I realized I wasn’t just hooked on her body—I was addicted to her , and to everything she made me feel.