Chapter 24
Charlotte
The scent of my arousal permeates the air between us. Zach’s nostrils flare as the robe falls limply off of my shoulders. The weight of the material eliminates the remaining coverage off the rest of my body. I sit, completely open and exposed to him, with moisture pooling between my legs.
Bright green eyes darken to a dangerous piercing jade. Zach’s focus falls on the heaving of my flushed chest. His tongue darts out to moisten his plump lips. I want to taste them. I want them to taste me .
Zach’s earlier promise of going down on me in front of the fireplace has me creating my own friction by moving my thighs tightly against one another. Desperately chasing the pleasure he vowed to inflict on me.
My hands itch to reach out and touch his exposed skin. The tautness of his muscles seems to stand out on display like the true Adonis he is. The tightly wrapped towel around his waist leaves little to the imagination, a clear outline of his desire etched into the linen.
Bravery replaces self-doubt with the clear display of Zach’s hunger before me.
I bring our joined hands to my breasts, hoping like hell he doesn’t notice how much life has faded from them. The appreciative groan that bubbles up from his throat gives me a renewed confidence that he does, in fact, still find me desirable. I squeeze our fingers against my hardening nipples. A jolt of pleasure lands right on my clit. I unconsciously glide forward on the towel, seeking the pressure I urgently need .
“Fuck, darlin’,” he breathes out in a low timbre between our bodies. He steps closer. His hard cock presses against the robe-covered edge of the counter. Small thrusts against the hard material tell me he is equally searching for relief.
Zach leans forward and places a kiss on the area just above where our hands are joined on my nipple. His tongue draws a path down and stops just before he hits the place where I desperately want to feel his hot mouth. He places two more soft kisses before pulling back, “You’re kinda distractin’, sweetheart. Come on, our bath is gettin’ cold.”
He tugs the towel off of his waist, letting the material fall to the ground before scooping me up and setting me down in the still-hot bath. He climbs in behind me and pulls me into his chest. We snug into each other, and muscles begin to ease immediately. Fuck I needed this.
Zach dips a washcloth into the soapy water and gently rubs my chest. Skipping my still-peaked nipples, he travels down to my soft middle, stopping just above the mound of my pussy. A huff of annoyance leaves my mouth. He picks up his movements over my hip bones, up my side, and out to my left arm. Across my chest to repeat the process on my right.
I let my hair loose from the messy bun, letting the locks dance across the top of the water as I settle myself further in Zach’s chest. He lifts his legs and locks them around my center.
My hands run down his soapy, thick thighs, smoothing the soft hairs that line his legs. We lay, contented to be in each other’s space. The feeling of belonging envelopes me, lighting up the dark cloud that trails behind me. Somedays, the skies are clear. Somedays, the storm rolls in, and I prepare to batten down the hatches.
Between the anti-depressant that we finally got sorted out– into something that didn’t make me feel entirely numb to the world– and the regular therapy sessions, things in my head have gotten a bit quieter. The darkness hasn’t completely abated. I know it never will, but when I think about sliding down and letting the water fill my lungs until it displaces the last trace of air… It doesn’t bring me peace.
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Zach
I cup my hands in the tub and bring water over her free-flowing hair, getting it saturated enough to take the vanilla-scented shampoo. My fingertips knead the aromatic liquid gently into her scalp. The small mews coming from her let me know that she’s enjoying it.
The vibrations from the sound reverberate against my cock, which is pressed firmly against her back. Surely, she can feel the rigidity setting in. Calm it down, kid. This is about her, not us . I tell my dick internally, hoping he’ll take the hint and chill the fuck out before we make her uncomfortable.
I don’t want her to think I only want her body.
I want everything.
Her mind. Her soul. Her love.
I’ve had superficial. I’ve had purely physical. I don’t want that for us. I want her to crave me as much as I crave her. I want to be her peace as much as she is mine. I want to fill the dark void in her heart and tame the beast that lives within her mind.
She wiggles her body as she adjusts her position in the water, pressing into me. I’m unsure of her intent, but I’ve vowed to let this all go at the pace she sets. My hard-on be damned.
I press gently on her shoulders, moving her down enough that her head can tilt backward into the water. I cup the water over her hair, rinsing the shampoo. My fingers thoroughly resemble prunes from the time we’ve spent in here. I lean her forward so I can reach the towel bar behind us.
I step out first and quickly dry off, wrapping the towel around my waist before reaching a hand out for Charlotte. She takes it and brings her glorious, naked, wet body to a stand. My eyes greedily take in her smaller but still present curves. Heat blooms on her cheeks. It pisses me off that she’s lost all confidence in herself. Regardless of her size, she’s perfect to me. Now and always. It’s time I show her that.
She wraps the towel around her body, sliding her wet hair over the front of her head to squeeze the excess water out. I help her step out of the tub and lead her to the living room, where she lies on the plush blanket I laid out in front of the fireplace earlier.
Nerves and hunger fight for dominance in her gaze as she looks from the blanket to me and down to the hands gripping for dear life on the towel. She needs to understand. I meant what I said. This is her show. I’m merely a supporting character.
Something inside of her is broken. I may not know how to repair everything, but I do know what she needs at this moment: control.
Over her life.
Over her body.
Over… me.
I flip the switch on the overhead light, walk over to the fireplace, turn my back to it, face my girl, and drop the towel. Firelight fills the dark spaces of the room. Standing before her, naked as the day I was born, I do something I’ve never done in my life… I fall to my knees– for her. My head bowed and palms resting openly, facing up on my thighs. A full picture of submission.
She has to believe that she truly holds all the cards here. I am hers. I trust her implicitly. I am giving myself to her in the most vulnerable way I can.
Her voice is soft, unsure, “W-what are you doing?”
My gaze remains on the floor before me. “Waitin’ on you, sweetheart. Tonight is yours. I am yours . Tell me what you want me to do.” I answer her in a muted, urging tone.
She stands in silence for what seems like hours before timidly making her way to stand in front of me.
With my head in its current position, all I can see is the towel hanging at her shins and the bright green of her toe polish. With a whoosh, the towel falls, and she steps closer. Her delicate finger rests under my chin, and with gentle pressure, she raises it up until our gazes clash.
“Are you mine, Zach?” she asks. Her brow rises as a mask of dominance slides into place.
“Forever.”
She nods and drapes her right leg over my left shoulder. The urge to run my hand along her smooth thigh and bite the supple flesh there hits me like a tidal wave of lust and want. Wait .
I watch her face closely, waiting for the command to come out. My Little Bit is a stubborn one, though. She does what she wants, and when she finally allows herself to take what she wants… She is a stunning picture of broken perfection.
The finger under my chin glides to cup the right side of my jaw, which she firmly pulls forward at the same time that she moves her pussy right in front of my face. Wait.
Her scent drifts in the air, and my mouth waters. I pause with a barely restrained compulsion to bury my face in her delectable cunt. Wait.
“Stick your tongue out.” She commands. I obey. She leans down and sucks my tongue into her mouth. I stay stock still. I dare not move a single muscle until she tells me to. But I can’t control the twitch of my cock. She works my tongue like she would my dick, and he notices.
My girl pulls back and places her hand on the back of my head, bringing me forward so my nose is against the lips of her pussy. Wait .
She glides her hips slightly, up and down. Her juices coat my lips, nose, and chin. “Tongue.” She demands. I instantly lay my tongue flat against her opening and wait for the next instruction. Grinding her pelvis in my face, she begins using my tongue to give herself pleasure. Wait .
“Stick two fingers inside me while I ride your face, Zachariah.” The use of my full name sends shivers down my spine, and a heady pleasure courses through my body as I comply and insert my fore and middle finger into her wet heat.
Charlotte rides my face, using her hand to grip my hair, bringing the exact pressure she’s chasing forth. I curve my fingers into the pleasure button inside her, and her legs begin to shake as her orgasm takes hold. She rides faster, her moans and pants filling the silence of the room. I finger fuck her with equal fervor and lap at the essence as it slides out of her along my fingers as they plunge in and out.
“E-enough, please. It’s too much.” She breathes as her legs quake from the sensitivity. I smile and place a featherlight kiss on her clit, relishing in the full-body shiver that results, and pull my fingers out of her.
They glisten with her release in the firelight, and I want to suck it off of them. Before I can finish the thought, Little Bit lowers to her knees in front of me and brings my fingers to her mouth. With her eyes locked on mine, she inserts each digit singularly and sucks them clean. Fuck me. I am seconds away from blowing my load and making a damn fool of myself like a pre-pubescent boy.
“Lay back,” she instructs as she guides my body down until I’m flat on my back. She straddles me and grasps my chin firmly in her hand, her eyes intent on mine, “You will not come. Nod if you understand.” I nod as she works her way down my body and settles between my thighs. I pray to every sex God out there that I don’t embarrass myself right now. My cock is already leaking pre-cum, and not letting loose when her luscious mouth lands on it is going to be a feat fit for Hercules himself.
Warm breaths hit the tip of my dick, and I fist my hands, digging the nails into my palm. The hot tongue that darts out and licks the bead at the tip nearly sends me over the edge. Thankfully, she doesn’t tease me much before taking all that she can deep into her mouth and working the bottom of my shaft with her hand. Filthy, sloppy sounds thrash around the classy room. Their juxtaposition embeds itself deep inside the lavish walls. Never to be unmarred again.
Her free hand cups my balls, and I feel them tighten instantly. She pinches the sensitive flesh, and the jolt of pain alongside the pleasure of her mouth has me gripping the blanket with all my might. Wait .
Her cheeks hollow, and she sucks me down with renewed vigor. I’m going to come, and there ain’t a damn thing either of us can do about it. My dick begins to pulse, and she pinches my balls again. Fuck . The pain makes the pulsing recede. She sucks harder again, and when the tell-tale pulsating begins, she pinches. Over and over until my chest heaves with desire and frustration all in one. I’m ready to flip her over and fuck her into this floor.
She lets my cock go with a “pop” and crawls up my body, straddling my waist. My skin shines in the firelight with the sweat of restraint and yearning. My breaths pant hard as my chest rises and falls rapidly .
Charlotte places her hand over the unyielding thumps of my ticker. A smirk curves her lips as she brings them down to mine. A chaste kiss punctuated by a hard bite to my bottom lip. My dick jerks at the pleasing sting.
“Have you ever fucked someone bare, Zachariah?” she asks in an emotionless tone.
I pull my face back and twist it in disgust, “Fuck no. I always wrap it up, Little Bit. I ain’t no dummy.”
“Are you clean?”
I nod my head, furrowing my brows in confusion. I had my physical when I got to UA—clean as a whistle.
Her hand runs from my chest, down my abs, and underneath her pussy to grab hold of my rock-hard cock, lining it up with her core.
“Do you trust me, Zachariah?” she asks, her voice seeming smaller. She is trepidatious about the possibility that the answer could be anything but yes.
“With my fuckin’ life, Little Bit,” I confess, meaning every damn word. This woman has everything of me.
“I’m on birth control, and I was tested when I was in the hospital–” Her confidence is wavering as she worries that I don’t want to take her raw. She couldn’t be more wrong. I want my girl with nothing between us. I want our bodies to intertwine as tightly as our souls have.
And even though it’s not remotely the time, the thought of her belly swollen with my child has me feeling animalistic. She has unlocked a breeding kink I never knew I had. I’m ready to lay her down and fill her full of my babies. Claim her as mine forever. One day, Little Bit. One day.
I reach up and cup her chin, gently pulling her face down to mine. I place a tender kiss on her lips, “With my fuckin’ life, my love.” I reaffirm, giving her the permission she’s searching for.
As she sinks down, we both moan our pleasures.
This . This is what love is: two people coming together in the most human of ways, pain and broken pieces on display for the other, two jagged edges fitting perfectly into each other’s fragmented hearts.
“I love you, Charlotte.”
“I love you, too.”