Chapter 12 - Grant
“That felt so good!” Charlotte says, turning to face me. Her cheeks are flushed, eyes bright, smile intense. “I want you, Grant. I don’t want to go back home and that means ... I’m going to have you.”
I blink at her.
She walks to me, hooks her fingers in my belt, and tugs me against her. “I want you. Now.”
She’s panting, eyes dilating, her fingers quickly undoing my belt. I love that obvious sign of her desire. I pick her up and she wraps her legs around me while taking off her shirt and tossing it. She wraps her arms around me and kisses me hungrily.
I groan and kiss her back, hungrily licking into her mouth, swirling my tongue with hers. I can’t make it further than the couch. I sit down with Charlotte on my lap. She tugs at my shirt, only pulling away from the kiss to jerk my shirt off.
“Baby,” I groan. “You want me that much?”
“Yes.” Then I see an idea spark in her eyes. She grins and slowly kisses down my chest. “You said lots of positions.”
“I did,” I answer, not sure what she’s getting at.
When she gets on her knees while kissing down my belly, I groan. “Charlotte, you want to blow me?”
“So much. Will you help me? Tell me what you like. Keep your hand in my hair so I can please you.” she asks, eyes as innocent as her words aren’t.
I nod, sure I’ll choke on my words. She drags my jeans and boxers down to my ankles as my cock pops up to greet her. She slowly uses her hands on me, gently circling her thumb around the head of my cock. She licks her lips and I slide my hand into her hair.
Her eyes flick to me as she leans forward and gently licks over the head of my cock. I nod. “Just like that, baby. Explore me with your tongue, then open wide and let me slide into your mouth. Suck and see what you like.”
She licks me again. “It’s what we like, Grant.”
I can’t argue, won’t argue when she swirls her tongue, then slowly wraps her lips around the head of my shaft. I groan and let my head fall back for a moment. I open my eyes, unwilling to miss the view of her slowly bobbing on and sucking my dick. She takes me deeper each time, using her tongue, sometimes forgetting to suck, but her mouth feels so good, her tongue is so wet and perfect.
When she gags around my cock, I nearly lose my mind. “Charlotte.”
I guide her slowly, drawing her eyes. I nod. “Let me guide you. Suck and lick.”
She does exactly that, sucking harder on my shaft when it makes me moan. Her cheeks hollow as her face heats, but her eyes, those damn beautiful eyes. She moans before gagging on me again. I start to pull her off, but she does it again ... and again, until she fits me even deeper into her mouth.
I can’t take it. She can make me come like this another day. I haul her up in my arms and get her on my lap. “Ride me, baby. You can make me come down your throat in the morning.”
She makes a pleased sound and struggles to grip my cock, so I help her. She slides right down and the second I realize I don’t have a condom is when I can actually feel how wet she is from blowing me. She gasps and grips my shoulders as her eyes darken.
“Grant,” she moans.
“I’m going to lift you off before I finish. I didn’t put on-”
“I know,” she pants. “And I know you’re clean. You told me.”
I kiss her hungrily as she experiments on me. She rolls her hips, grinds on me, dragging moans from her throat, then bounces. I hiss as I watch her, then catch her breast in my hand so I can suck and lick her nipple.
Charlotte’s head falls back as she finds the rhythm she likes, bouncing and grinding on me as she chases her pleasure and mine. She strokes my chest, kisses me when she can, keeps riding me like she never wants to stop.
“Talk to me, baby,” I order gently as I kiss her neck. I gently bite her ear. “Tell me how you feel.”
“You’re so big, feel so good. I want more. Please, Grant,” she whimpers.
I thrust into her when she comes down on me and her lips part. “Yes.”
So I do it again, and again, then hold her down and pound into her as I rub her clit. When that doesn’t push her over the edge, I do it all while sucking and licking her nipple. I know how sensitive they are.
Charlotte braces herself on my knees and circles her hips on me until she comes, shaking and panting as she curls against my chest. I don’t stop, can’t. She’s too good, feels too right. “You’re mine.”
“Yes,” she hisses. “Oh, god, Grant.”
“Mine, Charlotte.”
I say it every time we have sex, but she’s chosen to stay and that’s more than proof I’m right. She’s been mine since our first message, mine since that first call, mine since she showed up at the bus stop, walked in, slept in my bed, showered here, cooked here, all of it.
“Fuck,” I hiss as I lose my pattern.
I lift her up as she nearly bursts for me and come on her belly. But I’m not leaving her wanting. I use my fingers to finish getting her off and she sighs and slumps against me. She looks at her belly and giggles.
“Charlotte,” I sigh. “You belong here.”
She kisses me softly. “I know.”
In the morning, I realize that she’s staying after all, but a knot forms in my stomach as I worry she might have changed her mind. She seemed certain yesterday, but what if she didn’t really mean it? What if she’s already thinking of leaving again? We’re almost to the end of the month and I hate thinking that she could be gone in a matter of days. I kiss her neck, rub her side, keep her cuddled against me until she hums, proving she’s awake as she grinds against my morning wood.
“Good morning, Grant,” she sighs.
“Morning, baby,” I hum.
She rubs my arm. “Work?”
“Not today.”
But she asks every day and smiles brighter when I tell her I’m free. We brush our teeth together, make breakfast together, then sit on the porch after filling the feeders. Charlotte climbs onto my lap and kisses me softly. “I like long mornings with you.”
I stroke her chin and run my nose over hers. She blushes and sucks her bottom lip. I love this woman. I love being able to read her, I love having her here. I love what she adds to my life and how alive she makes me feel.
“I feel like you know what I’m going to say,” she whispers.
“Tell me again that you don’t want to leave,” I fill in.
She nods. “I meant it when I said it yesterday. I don’t want to leave you. You said I can stay as long as I want ... so do I have to have an end date?”
“No, absolutely not” I soothe.
When she starts working on soap, I head into town and go to a pawn shop. I know I need a ring. I want Charlotte forever. Once I find a simple, delicate band with a sapphire – she said they were her favorite and so much better than diamonds – I buy it and head home.
Charlotte’s on the back porch again, her favorite place. She has her eyes closed, basking in the sounds of the forest. I quietly close the door, then get own on one knee, clearing my throat.
She opens her eyes, then looks at me, her lips parted, a hand on her chest as she looks at the ring. There are two small diamonds on either side of the sapphire, so my meaning is clear.
I take a breath. “Charlotte Aldridge, I love you. You understand me, we make each other better and I don’t want an end date for us. You’ve been mine from the moment you arrived. Let’s make it official.”
It’s simple, not flashy, not overly romantic, but Charlotte’s eyes water and she nods. “Yes. Yes, Grant. I do!”
I chuckle. “That line is for the altar, baby.”
The ring fits her perfectly, proof that what we have is destiny itself. She kisses me once, then again, and again. Charlotte Walker has such a nice sound to it, just like ‘husband’ is sounding like a damn good title. It’s what we both deserve and I’m going to spend every day making sure she’s as happy as she is right now.