Chapter 21
CHAPTER 21
Lillian
I t happens so fast I don’t see it coming.
A punch in the mouth.
His kiss is like a punch in the mouth, landing on me hard, and it hurts, the way his lips twist against mine, how he grabs my head in his hard grip. His tongue forces its way into my mouth, slithering between my teeth. I’m so taken aback that the kiss just happens to me.
As I spilled the events of that day to Charlie, something loosened up in me and dropped away, a heavy burden untied.
But this kiss, it’s cracking me open. If I thought I bared myself before, Charlie is prying into layers I didn’t know were there.
And I yield.
I let myself melt into his grasp and open my mouth, allowing our tongues to meet. He groans and wraps his arms around me, crushing my body to his. He lifts me up and out of my heels, and I wrap my arms around him, too, clinging as tears continue to sting my eyes. My sob breaks the kiss, my mouth crumpling with anguish.
“Charlie!” I cry, utterly limp in his arms.
“Shh,” he murmurs, kissing me urgently all over my face, along the tear tracks, the corners of my eyes, down to my jaw. I just keep crying, letting everything out until I feel him lower me to the bed and push me back.
“Lillian, my Lillian,” he’s saying against my skin, kissing my neck as his hands wander my body, pulling at my clothes. He’s impatient and gentle at once as he frees me from every scrap of fabric, stopping here and there to find my lips again, look into my eyes. I can’t see him clearly through my tears, but I eventually blink them away, and by the time he’s stripped his own clothes away, I can see the intensity burning in his gaze.
“My Lillian,” he repeats, then blesses me with those plush lips. Our mouths melt together, and I moan into the kiss, my heart swelling. His warm touch traces my curves, and for the first time, I feel his firm body pressing against mine, skin to skin. I shudder and cling to him with another sob.
“Charlie, you feel too good,” I say against his neck, more hot tears staining my cheeks. “Don’t— I can’t?—”
“I’m not going anywhere,” he assures me, somehow making sense of a thought I couldn’t even articulate. “And neither are you. You’re mine, Lillian.”
He kisses and licks his way down to my breasts, taking my nipple into his mouth with something like reverence. He moans as he tastes me and gently suckles. I gasp and arch into him, my fingers tangling into his hair. His tongue slowly teases me to attention, first one then the other, his hands kneading and massaging me.
“No one’s ever t-touched me—” I start and finish with a whimper.
“I know, Lillian,” he replies, grinning against me and kissing down along my ribs. I cover my face, embarrassed. “I like that about you. I’m the only one who’s ever made you feel this way. No one else will, just me.” He licks my belly button, making me jerk, and he laughs. “Oh, my Lillian…”
Lower, lower, lower still, he finds all my sensitive spots with his lips, kissing and pausing to acknowledge my reactions with a grin. He turns me into a quivering mess of anticipation, the ache between my legs growing so strong that it hurts. I feel his breath between my legs as he exhales.
“So pretty,” he whispers, dropping a sweet kiss on my slick lips.
“Nn,” is all I can manage. My face is still covered, growing hotter beneath my hands, then I feel his tongue running along my lips, collecting my juices. “Don’t!”
I look down in a panic. He’s content to ignore me, his eyes closed as he continues to run his tongue up and down. He looks like he’s savoring the taste of me, like he can’t let a single drop go to waste. I shudder and let my head drop, feeling unworthy. How can a man like this accept someone like me?
The tears well up in me again, but he dips his tongue between my lips and takes my clit into his mouth, tasting me with a muffled groan. It’s pure sweetness, and his hands are communicating the same, rubbing over my thighs and stomach soothingly.
I may not deserve it, but I can’t bring myself to ask him to stop. I want his sweetness to pour over me.
Charlie gives it all to me, stroking me with his tongue, covering me with his mouth, filling me with mounting pleasure.
“Charlie… Charlie…” I chant, opening my legs to him, willing him to continue and never stop. I feel like he’ll push me over the edge. My hips rock against him, I can’t help it, and I mewl and cry for him, as if I’m his kitten.
Oh, if I can only be his, I’d be anything.
“Don’t stop, Charlie, don’t let me go,” I whisper between breaths.
“Never,” he whispers back. “Will you come for me?”
“Yess, Charlie,”
“Again and again?”
“Yes, yes!”
He suckles me, and I press myself into his mouth, eager for more of him on all of me. I hold his head to me, feeling the wave crest, and with a shuddering cry, I feel it crash, hard. My cries fill the room. He doesn’t stop, groaning and riding out my orgasm with me, not letting me get away, either. I try to scramble back, pushing at his shoulders, but that only makes him laugh and finally come up for air.
“You can’t get away from me,” he chides lightly. I don’t react, can’t react, my body is so spent. I struggle to catch my breath, my limbs feeling so heavy yet my chest light.
He’s moving over me, touching his skin to mine, his thighs on the outsides of mine, then his torso is pressing down on me. He cups my face, and I look up into his eyes, sweetest chocolate.
“Come for me again, Lillian,” he says softly against my lips. I taste him, tasting myself on his tongue, and moan my assent.
“Take me, Charlie.”
“I can’t wait.”
His voice is lost in my hair as he buries his face against my neck and presses his stiff length against my welcoming entrance. He eases himself inside with a shaky sigh, inching back and forth, burrowing deeper and deeper. I’m so sensitive I can only gasp and cling to him, my legs wrapping around his waist tightly.
“I love to be inside you,” he says, and I don’t doubt him for a second. His voice is thick syrup, crawling down my neck and raising goosebumps in its wake.
I can make a man feel this way about me.
“Will you come inside me?” I hear myself saying.
Charlie raises up to look at me, then rests his forehead on mine.
“I don’t want to come anywhere else,” he says with a little laugh, and the sound of it penetrates my heart.
“Charlie, I?—”
But he silences me with a kiss and gives me long, deep strokes. My mouth opens to release a cry, but he keeps kissing me, stealing all of my cries of pleasure, letting them fuel his thrusts.
We fall into rhythm, my hips working to meet him thrust for thrust, each of us rolling into the other, picking up speed, losing ourselves to each other. He holds me tightly, breaking the kiss only to let his groans mingle with mine.
“Lillian—”
“Yes, Charlie, I’m close, too. Let’s come together.”
“Fuck, Lillian, I can’t hold back.”
He shifts and grips my hip firmly with one hand, stilling my movements, then adopts his own pace, something urgent and hard. I hold on and let him take us there. He’s so hard for me, almost there.
“Charlie!”
“Come for me,” he commands and looks into my eyes. The haze there makes my heart leap.
“Oh god, Charlie!”
“Come for me!”
It’s so much, almost too much to take. I’m about to tell him I can’t when his expression falters and he grunts. The raw desire in his eyes, how it’s taking him completely over?—
“Oh fuck, I’m coming, coming!”
“Me too, come for me!”
I let it all go and scream his name, my hips jerking hard on his dick. He plunges in as deep as he can and releases, too, giving me a few final, hard pumps.
“Aah, fuck,” he groans, still trying to push in deeper.
“Yes, Charlie, yes!” I gasp out, and at the same time, we lose the last strength we had and drop heavily into the bed, Charlie rolling beside me.
I’m still fighting for breath when he scoops my limp form to him so I can lie on his chest. I nestle onto his damp, heaving chest and hear his heart beating, hard and fast.
This sound is mine.
A warmth steals over me like a blanket, and I relax against his body.
“I’ll protect you, Lillian,” he whispers after a while, stroking my back and hair. “I’ll protect you.”
Tears well into my eyes again.
Oh, let this be true.
Let me keep Charlie Carter.