Chapter Eight
Nick
W ell, she was definitely not shy in asking for what she wanted.
That simplified my life. No guesswork. Just do what she said and don’t come before she did.
That was easier said than done when she was telling me all the things she’d fantasized about.
It didn’t help that my hands and mouth were roaming over her soft skin just the way I’d pictured when I’d taken myself in my hand and came all over my bedroom door.
A pang of regret hit me when I thought about the fact that my issue with Derek had meant she and I had drifted apart, too. We were making up for lost time now.
I was surrounded by her scent. That sweet cookie smell that made me want to bury my nose in her neck and mark her skin.
My dick was trapped between our bodies as we made out like teenagers.
Slipping over her skin in a way that would have me reaching the finish line before she even entered the race.
“Turn around.” My voice came out husky and low.
“What do you plan to do with me, Nick?” she asked, as she complied.
I pulled her back against my chest, my dick coming to rest against her lower back.
From here, I could let my hands roam over all the places of her body I wanted to get most acquainted with.
But I didn’t want to get distracted from my plan.
I reached over her head to grab her little purple vibrator off the wall and handed it to her.
“I want you to show me how you use this thing while I fuck you from behind. I want a front row seat to watch you make yourself come.”
“I like that idea.” Her voice was breathy as I brought my hands to her generous breasts and started to tease.
The shower was combined with a bathtub so she lifted one of her legs and balanced her foot on the edge of the tub.
She was leaning back into my chest a little, and focusing on not dropping us would hopefully keep me from getting so excited I embarrassed myself.
I brought my lips to her neck again and peppered hot open mouth kisses along her vanilla scented skin. She tilted her head to the side to allow me better access as she clicked a button on her toy and brought it between her thighs. She sighed, then shivered as she moved the toy in little circles.
I cursed under my breath. “I need to be inside you. Are you on the pill?” I was proud of myself for remembering something like that at a time like this.
She nodded against my shoulder as another shiver worked its way through her.
I fumbled to grab myself by the base, my hands slipping partly from the slipperiness of the water, partly from being so excited I could explode.
The mechanics of this position are far from ideal, but this was destined to be quick and dirty anyway.
Luckily, Charlotte was only a few inches shorter than I was.
I hunched down, wrapping an arm around her middle and bringing the head of my dick to her entrance.
With her leg up on the side of the shower and the vibrator having given her a head start, I slid all the way to the hilt in one smooth motion.
She let out a sweet moan, her wet hair plastered to my chest. I gripped her chin and turned her head, bringing her lips to mine. We made out in a sloppy, last call at the bar kind of way and then I started to move.
“Holy shit,” she mumbled as her lips fell away from mine.
She could say that again.
The warm heat of her was hugging me in the best way and I could faintly feel the vibration from her toy through my shaft. If it wasn’t for the burn in my thighs as I slowly worked my hips, I’d have gone off like a rocket by now.
I gritted my teeth, but still the sighs coming from her lips and the visual of her working her clit while I was inside her was better than any porn.
The tone of her moans got higher and more of her weight was pressed against my chest. I started moving faster, her sounds matching the rhythm of my hips.
She gripped my forearm, her short nails digging into my skin and then she was coming.
She bent at the waist, and I gripped her hips before she fell, still chasing the sensation of her inner walls pulsing around me. And then I was falling apart, too.
I moved to catch myself as my legs went weak and ended up stepping on her vibrator that was now buzzing and dancing against the porcelain.
She leaned down to grab it, clicking the off button and hanging it back in its place before letting out a laugh.
She turned to face me and buried her face in my neck, her hands wrapping around my neck as she continued to laugh. “I can’t believe that just happened.”
My hands wandered down her smooth back and cupped the curve of her ass. “Me either.” I kissed the top of her head, being a total sap in my post orgasmic haze. We stood like that, swaying like we were dancing until the water turned cold.