21. Bea
21
Bea
I’m having serious flashbacks to my teenage years. My parents are in the house, Charlie’s scrambling to undress, and I lie on the bed watching him roll a condom on.
The differences are that I’ve just had the most intense orgasm of my life and that we’re all grown up.
Charlie climbs back onto the bed, lining himself up with me. His forearms rest on either side of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair. He presses a sweet kiss to my lips.
“Ready?” he asks.
I grab his arms, my fingers sinking into his biceps, which strain from holding himself up. I hitch a leg up over his hip and I can feel him right at my entrance.
“Yeah,” I whisper, and he eases in. His dark eyelashes flutter in pleasure and my head tilts back, my mouth falling open as he slides all the way in.
“Oh, Bea...”
Charlie kisses my dimple. He kisses his way down my neck, his warm breath tickling my skin. The fullness of him becomes unbearable, and I need him to move.
He does, and it’s a long slow drag in and out. And another. Then another.
My heel digs into his ass to spur him on, but he ignores me. These slow, steady strokes border on torture. I’m still holding on to his biceps, and they flex beneath my fingers.
I squeeze, and then shift to dig my nails in.
Charlie grunts.
He shifts slightly so he isn’t going as deep inside me, but his cockhead is rubbing just the right places inside me. His tempo picks up too, and I squeeze my eyes shut.
He groans over me and then lowers his mouth to my ear and whispers, “Is this new too? Can you come on my dick?”
I don’t know. It’s rare for me, but the pressure is building, and it helps that I’ve already come hard on his fingers. Sweat blooms over Charlie’s skin and the muscles of his jaw shift against mine as he clenches his teeth. His chest brushes against mine with every pump of his hips, pressing our bodies closer together.
My core winds so tight it aches.
“I’ve got you, beautiful. I’m here. You can let go.”
I’m so close. Charlie keeps talking to me, low murmured whispers that take on a desperate tone. He feels so good, and as the pressure builds, I put my mouth on his shoulder, the meaty part, to muffle myself. I’m still not sure if I can...
My orgasm rips through me. With Charlie’s body pinning me down, I have nowhere to go and I bite back a scream.
Literally. My teeth dig into Charlie’s muscle as my pussy clenches around him. Charlie’s fingers tighten in my hair and he slams into me. I’m still coming and Charlie’s telling me to bite him harder and I do and he hisses and fucks into me. He was holding himself back before, and now he’s wild.
With one last thrust, he stays embedded in me. I’m still in aftershocks, but I can feel his cock twitching as he pulses into the condom.
And then it’s all heavy breathing and loose muscles and a deep, sinking relaxation.
I let go with my teeth, sucking slightly as I pull away, and he shudders.
“Fuck,” he says into my hair.
I let go of his biceps too, and run my hands down his broad back, enjoying the shift of muscle and the feel of his sweat-slicked skin.
Charlie pulls back and removes his fingers from my scalp. He smooths my hair away from my face and presses light kisses over my cheeks and chin.
We’re quiet for a long time, just soft kisses and stroking hands, until Charlie’s chest bounces with a chuckle.
“God damn,” he says, still breathless. “Beautiful, I always knew you’d ruined my heart, and now you’ve ruined my cock.”
I wake Charlie up by curling my tongue around his cock and get a thrill when my name is the first thing he says. When he gets close, I dig my nails into his thighs and swallow him deep as he comes.
When he tries to pull me up the bed, I shy away.
“Bathroom,” I whisper, and I throw my pajamas on before sneaking out the door. I don’t know what time it is, but the house is quiet and there’s gray light coming through the bathroom window.
When I finish rinsing with mouthwash and peeing, I open the door and jolt when I see Naomi standing in the hallway.
“Pajama delivery,” she says, and hands me a package.
Ah, right. It’s Christmas Eve, and it’s pajama day. The stack of soft cotton in my hand is bright red with...yes, that’s little reindeer leaping around on the fabric. There are two pairs and...oh no. This year, they’re onesies.
“Naomi—” I start with a half whine, half laugh, but she throws up her hands.
“You know I didn’t pick them out!”
She huffs back to our room and I go back to Charlie’s. He’s sitting up in bed on his phone, but he puts it down as I close the door behind me.
I keep my hands and the pajamas behind my back. “Special delivery.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Is that what we’re calling it now?”
I laugh and he throws his legs out of bed, stalking toward me. He cups both of his hands on either side of my head and smooths my hair back.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
I saw myself in the mirror, of course. My hair’s in a messy bun, tufts sticking up haphazardly and darker hair poking up in bumps through the lighter blond. My face is bare, and without any eye makeup, I always look half-asleep.
I let the pajamas fall from my hands as Charlie pushes me against the door, his tongue in my mouth and his hands tilting my head back. He’s put pajama bottoms on, but his chest is bare, and I run my hands up the ripples of muscles on his sides. His body curves against mine, and he breaks his mouth away to kiss my neck, and he drops to his knees?—
Bang, bang, bang.
The door behind us shudders, and I jolt.
“We’re waiting for you,” Yvette yells through the door.
Charlie’s head presses into my stomach, and we both shake with laughter. When my heart stops racing, Charlie sits back on his heels and looks up at me. “Later,” he suggests.
“Later,” I agree, and while Charlie goes to the bathroom, I put my onesie reindeer pajamas on and head downstairs.