Chapter 27 #2
I’m also overwhelmed with love and tenderness.
I comb my hands through his hair, and as he raises his head to look at me I run my thumb over his cheek.
He turns his head and kisses the palm of my hand.
He keeps my hand in place, cupping his jaw as he stands up straight then leans in for a kiss, and I raise my other hand to the other side of his face.
I want to kiss him deeply and he opens up, letting me slide my tongue in.
As we kiss, his fingers unbutton my waistband and unzip the fly.
I expect him to pull down my trousers, but instead his hands move round to my back and he slips them inside my trousers and beneath my boxers.
He kneads my arse, squeezing my cheeks before pulling me forward and grinding into me.
I give a yelp of surprise, and I feel him smile against my mouth before taking my bottom lip between his teeth and sucking.
My head starts to spin with lust. His hard dick pushing against mine, his fingers gently kneading and spreading my cheeks, and my bottom lip held between his teeth is almost too much, and I moan with desire, barely remembering my own name.
He releases my lip, licking across it as it tingles.
He eases my trousers down and my cock bounces free, relieved of the confines of my underpants. He pushes my trousers down further and I step out of them.
“You’re gorgeous, do you know that?” he says as he takes a step back. I can’t form any words but I can manage a smile.
“I want you to get on the bed for me,” he says. “But first, where’s the lube?”
I lift an arm and wave it towards the beside table, then I take a wobbly step towards the bed.
I reach it and turn round to lie down, propping myself up on my elbows as he finds the lube in the drawer and takes it out.
I watch as he slowly undresses, uncovering his thick cock.
It might have nearly choked me but I really want to know if I can take it.
He stalks towards me and climbs onto the bed.
My eyes drop to the bead of precum on his tip and I lick my lips.
“Do you want to suck me?” he asks and I nod.
He shuffles forward until his dick is pointing straight at me.
I lap the precum before wrapping my lips around his slick and shiny cockhead, savouring the taste.
I hum and he tangles his hand in my hair, gripping me tight and giving a small thrust. He looks down at me.
“You good?” he whispers and I nod. He pulls back and thrusts again as I suck on him.
It’s restrained, never enough to choke me, but he’s still using my mouth.
I close my eyes and moan, bliss washing through me.
After a couple of minutes he moves back and my mouth pops off the end.
I want more of his cock, I want to beg him to use me again, but I’m also desperate to know what’s next, so I keep quiet. There'll be other times, I hope.
He leans down and kisses me, his tongue exploring.
“I love the taste of my dick on your lips,” he whispers. “It makes you mine.”
Yes. I’m definitely his, body and soul.
“One day I’m gonna lick my cum out of your mouth.” He leans back and looks down at me. “Would you like that?”
“Yes, please,” I manage to croak, the thought of him doing that to me after using my mouth again makes my cock ache and my chest heave.
“Not now, though. Today I want to come deep in your arse. I want you to turn round and kneel in front of me.”
I rush to do as he says, and he moves behind me.
He places his arms round my chest and kisses the back of my neck, breathing into the soft skin below my ear and nipping gently at my earlobe.
The sensual touches are driving me wild and I moan softly, almost vibrating as my arousal builds even more.
His cock bounces against the crease of my arse and I suck in a breath.
“Don’t worry, I’m going to prep you,” he murmurs, though I’m so on edge I nearly beg him to just go for it.
I want to know how it feels to have him fill me up.
“Lean forward on all fours, you might find it easier to rest on your forearms.” His hands caress my back as I prop myself up on my elbows.
He runs his hands over my arse, his thumbs gently edging closer to my hole.
I brace myself, ready to feel the coldness of his lubed finger, but instead something warm and wet and soft encircles my pucker, probing and teasing round the edge and dipping inside.
It takes me a minute to realise it’s his tongue.
Oh. My. God. I didn’t even know that was a thing.
I drop my head into my pillow, ashamed of my na?vety, my skin burning because it feels so naughty, while loving the delicious feel of it.
I push back as he licks and sucks, nips and teases at my sensitive pucker.
I could spend hours with him doing this to me, but again he moves, and I whimper as he pulls away, almost sighing as I feel the pad of his thumb press there instead.
He licks down my taint and across my balls.
A jolt of electricity shoots through me as he closes his mouth around one and sucks, gently at first but then harder.
My dick is aching and leaking so much, it almost hurts.
I want to grind myself into the mattress for relief.
Instead, I bury my face into the pillow and moan loudly.
When his thumb slips past my ring of muscle I nearly lose my mind.
“Ungh, fuck. Ungh.”
The pressure on my balls subsides and I feel a warm hand on my lower back.
“Are you okay, honey? Was that too much?”
“No, yes, no, I don’t know. I think I’ve gone blind,” I babble, and his hand moves in a soothing circle as I kneel with my arse in the air, my head on the pillow, and a big grin on my face.
“More, please,” I beg shamelessly and he laughs softly.
He eases his thumb out and I growl. I’d gotten used to it there and I liked it.
Then I do feel the momentary coldness of the lube as he inserts his finger.
He takes his time, pushing in as deep as he can.
It’s a different feeling to the attention he gave to the rim, and it stings a little. I tense up.
“Relax, Gabby darling,” he croons, and I take a deep breath and try to loosen up.
He murmurs praise and starts moving his finger, working it in and out of me.
I lean into it as he twists it round, slipping it in and out easier.
He adds a second finger, and after the initial stretch it goes easier too. It feels good but I want more.
“I think I’m ready,” I say and he chuckles.
“Not until I’ve added another, you’re not.”
I gasp as he adds a third finger, not going slowly this time. Okay, I get it, but it’s still not enough.
“Please, Charley,” I moan.
“Getting greedy, are we?” he teases, and I’m too far gone to care when I answer him.
“Yes, I want your dick, Charley.”
I regret my pleading when he takes his hand away and my hole is empty, fluttering around nothing.
A mewling moan escapes me and I nearly beg him to put his hand back, but within seconds I feel his cockhead against me.
He pushes in slowly. It burns a little, and I remember his advice to relax.
He gives me time to stretch to accommodate him, and I let out a laugh remembering I’d said I was ready after two fingers.
He inches in, little by little, as I get accustomed to him filling me and going deeper.
Eventually he bottoms out and I hear him let out a juddering sigh.
“You can move now,” I whisper.
“No I can’t.” His breath is shaky. “I’ve waited a long time for this moment. If I move now, it’s all over.” He breathes deeply, humming under his breath for a few minutes. I don’t mind, just the feel of him inside me is enough.
“Okay,” he utters after a few more quivery breaths, and then he starts to move.
“Fuck, Gabby, you’re tight.” His hands grasp at my hips as he picks up speed.
He thrusts hard and I bite down on my lip, hovering on the exquisite knife edge of pleasure.
I tangle my fists into the sheets and press my face harder into the pillow as he pounds me.
I can’t even think which way is up, I’m only aware of a wave of ecstatic pleasure building.
Charley is mumbling incoherently as I give myself over to the motion, living in the moment.
My whole skin feels alive, buzzing with elation, and his rhythm rocks us with every flick of his hips.
I want to come, but I also don’t want it to end.
All too soon I feel my balls tighten and I know I’m close.
He reaches for my cock. He barely has his hand around it and my orgasm hits hard and my cum splatters over the sheets.
With a guttural grunt he jerks forward, and I feel him come, his load filling me up. Euphoria bubbles up and I start laughing. He collapses onto the bed and giggles too. Then he grabs the back of my neck and pulls me towards him, resting our sweat-soaked foreheads together.
“I love you,” he whispers. I look into his light blue eyes and see the depths of that love. I want to swim in it.
“I love you too,” I say, and the best of all his smiles breaks out on his face.
“C’mon, let’s get a shower.” He releases my neck and jumps up, already halfway across the room. I scramble to follow him, pleased my legs don’t give way.
For some reason the memory of Celeste’s words from the night I lost Charley surfaces. Like a dog that comes running. It was never true; it was always the other way around. Charley owns me, and I’ll gladly give him the leash.