Chapter 24
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
EMMA
C harlie kicked my bedroom door open and strode in. He set me on my feet at the bottom of the bed before stepping around me. My eyes instantly zeroed in on the mirror. I’d never thought anything of it before now. It was just a mirror. But as his fingers grazed my spine and tugged at the zipper on my dress, its positioning bothered me.
I pressed a hand to my chest, stopping the dress from sliding from my body, and turned to face him. “Can we cover the mirror?”
His brow wrinkled as he considered my request. “No, I want you to see yourself the way I do.”
“But, I?—”
“Shh, love. Trust me.” He turned me gently to face the mirror. He stood behind me, his chest pressed against my back, bending so that his chin rested on my shoulder. “Remember what I said in the store?”
He pressed a kiss to my shoulder, just above the neckline of the dress. My eyes fluttered at the caress.
“Remember?” His teeth grazed my neck, prompting me to focus.
His words from earlier echoed in my mind, taking on new meaning. When he’d talked about men noticing me, he hadn’t been speaking hypothetically. He’d been describing himself.
I nodded, my breath catching as his lips trailed along my neck. “You really see me that way?” I whispered, meeting his eyes in the mirror.
“God, yes,” he breathed, his gaze intense. “You were irresistible in New York, love.” His hands moved to my hips, fingers splaying across my belly. “Carrying my baby didn’t change that.”
I swallowed hard, trying to see myself through his eyes. The woman in the mirror stared back at me, her cheeks flushed, eyes bright with desire. Charlie stood behind her — behind me — his tall frame dwarfing mine, his hands possessive on my body.
He tucked his fingers beneath the neckline of my dress and dragged it off my shoulders. I fought it for a second, but then I focused on the desire burning in his eyes, shining back at me through the mirror. I let go, and my dress fell to the floor, leaving me in just a pretty bra and underwear that didn’t hurt my skin.
“Beautiful,” Charlie murmured, his hands skimming my sides. “Absolutely beautiful.”
His touch felt like electricity against my skin, chasing away my insecurities. I leaned back against him, revelling in the warmth of his body. I turned into him, my head tilting back, lips searching for his. He kissed me deeply, one hand cupping my face while the other splayed across my belly.
It quickly turned desperate, needy. His tongue slipped into my mouth, dancing with mine, heightening the desperation. Each touch sent sparks of anticipation spiralling through my veins.
I whimpered into his mouth, my hands clinging to his hair while his hands roamed my naked body. The touch of his fingers on my bare skin made me shiver, reminding me of how much I’d missed this.
With a desperate moan, I deepened our kiss, my hands clawing at his chest, tugging his t-shirt up until my hands could splay across his abs. He groaned against my lips before pulling back to reach behind his head and tear the t-shirt off. He flung it away from us.
“Better?” He lowered his head again with a tiny smirk twisting his lips.
I nodded, busy ogling his naked torso. My hands caressed him while he claimed my lips again, trailing lower and lower until I hit his waistband and decided that patience was not a virtue I currently possessed. I popped the button on his jeans.
“Slow down, darling,” Charlie said, chuckling. “We’ve got all night.”
“I don’t want all night. I want you now.” I opened the zipper and shoved the jeans off his hips with very little grace. I just needed them gone.
“Okay, love.” He kicked them off, abandoning them on the floor with my dress. “Have it your way.”
My gaze wandered down his chest, to the obvious outline of his arousal straining against his boxers. His eyes never left mine as my fingers hooked into the waistband and pushed them down, freeing his cock. It stood at attention, long and thick, glistening with pre-cum. I couldn’t help but stroke it, enjoying the way it felt in my hand. I might have also enjoyed watching him strain for control, his neck taut and the vein in there popping.
I loved the weight of him in my hand, the velvety texture of his skin against my fingertips. His hand came to rest on my shoulder, squeezing as I continued to stroke him, building a slow rhythm.
But it wasn’t enough.
I needed to taste him.
“Are you sure about this?” Charlie asked, his voice laced with concern as he watched me lower myself to the floor. My pregnancy had made a few tasks more challenging, but I refused to let it stop me now.
“I’m fine.”
I wanted this. Needed it.
Once settled on my knees before him, I leaned forward, my hand still wrapped around him. When I finally closed my lips around the head of his cock, he let out a low groan. That guttural sound urged me on and I sucked him harder, my lips sliding up and down his length. I teased him with my tongue, flicking it over the head and then tracing the vein that ran along the underside.
I took him deeper, gagging slightly as I pushed my limits. He moaned, panting, his hips jerking against my face.
“Emma, stop,” he grunted, sounding strained and desperate.
I took him deeper again, using my hands to massage his balls.
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.” His hands tangled in my hair, gently tugging but not forcing.
I smiled around his girth, enjoying the power I held over him. “That’s kind of the plan.”
“Well, it’s not my plan.”
He pulled away with a strength I couldn’t resist. As I panted for breath, staring up at him with wet, glazed eyes, he swept me up in his arms, lifting me easily off the floor. I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling delicate but powerful at the same time.
“Perfect,” he whispered against my ear as he placed me on the edge of the bed. “Someone was looking out for me when I knocked over your champagne stack.”
“Pyramid.”
“Hmm.” He pressed a kiss to my jaw. “Can’t say I care what it was right now, darling.” Another to my neck. “I’m otherwise preoccupied.” One to my shoulder.
He kept going, pressing soft kisses against my skin, his breath hot as it freed the butterflies in my stomach. He moved slowly, almost reverently, from my collarbone to my breasts. He inched closer, drawing circles around my nipples with his tongue, never touching, just driving me insane. My breaths quickened and my heart raced while my fingers dove into his hair and tugged hard.
“Charlie,” I panted.
He hummed, the tone vaguely questioning.
“Can we speed this up?”
He chuckled but then his warm lips finally captured my nipple. A low moan escaped me as a bolt of pleasure shot straight to my core.
“Oh, fuck, like that, yes!” I hissed, my voice trembling with pleasure.
As he alternated between my nipples, using his lips and teeth to tease me, I let my head fall back, my eyes growing heavy with need.
His hand snaked down my side, gently nudging my thigh. “Lean back on your elbows, Em,” he said, his voice rough and his Canadian accent thickening.
I did as he asked, shifting my weight so that I was propped up on my elbows, my breasts thrusting forward for his eager lips. He kissed his way down my stomach and I bit back the demand for him to return to my nipples. It helped that each tender touch of his lips anywhere on my body sent a jolt of electricity that intensified my need for him.
He nudged my legs wider on the mattress while his fingers encircled my ankles. I protested as he lifted them, forcing me to spread even wider before he placed my feet on the edge of the bed besides me. One panicked glance at the mirror confirmed my fears. Every intimate inch of me was on display.
He made a satisfied sound, his hazel eyes sparkling with desire as they raked over me.
“Can we cover the mirror?”
Charlie shook his head, pressing two fingers against my clit and kissing the protests away. Once I’d melted against him, he dragged his lips along my jaw again and let his fingers reduce me to a quivering mess.
“Watch yourself in the mirror,” he whispered, his voice full of passion and intent. “I need you to see how beautiful you are, how much I worship your body.”
The gravelly edge of his voice and his teasing fingers made it next to impossible to deny him. I didn’t want to look, but I was helpless against the sight of Charlie’s large hands on my body, his fingers parting my thighs and stroking through my folds. My unease about my body faded away under the relentless dance of his fingers.
“Alright,” I said, though the bitter edge of self-consciousness lingered, gnawing at the edges of my pleasure.
Charlie stared up at me, his eyes focused on mine with an intensity that stole my breath.
That wasn’t the look of a man taunting me or trying to make me uncomfortable. He truly wanted me to understand, to see what he saw when he looked at me.
His pace increased, his thumb pressing down on my clit as he slid two fingers into my pussy. My response was instantaneous, my hips jerking forward, seeking more friction.
And he gave it to me, adding his mouth to the mix.
His stubble tickled my sensitive skin and his tongue lapped at my clit while his fingers thrust in and out of me.
In the mirror, all I could see was his taut body kneeling before me while he clutched my shaking thighs, holding me open at all costs. One of my hands threaded into his hair, locking him to me as my eyes glazed over with need.
Watching myself lose control of my body to the waves of pleasure he invoked would never be normal. But I could acknowledge that there was a certain erotic quality to watching his head bobbing between my legs with such rapt attention.
My moans filled the room and staying upright quickly became a problem. I collapsed onto the mattress shaking as he drove me higher and higher. My pussy clenched around his fingers as the coil tightened inside of me.
He didn’t let up, he merely picked up the pace until my body convulsed at the first wave of the orgasm washing over me.
Because that wasn’t good enough apparently, Charlie’s lips engulfed my clit, sucking hard and catapulting me higher.
Another rush of pleasure washed over me. I bucked against his face, my fingers digging into the sheets. When he finally released me, I was nothing more than a contented, quivering puddle on the bed.
Seriously. I couldn’t even keep my eyes open.
“Fuck,” I panted.
He shifted around but I didn’t bother opening my eyes. The bed dipped beside me and he stroked my cheek. I turned my head, enjoying the soft sensation.
“Look at me, love.”
I forced my eyes open and found him hovering over me with a smug look of satisfaction plastered across his face.
“You like that?” he asked, grinning.
His fingers drifted from my face, caressing the swell of my breasts with a barely there touch that made my nipples harden even more.
“Yes,” I moaned, gripping the sheets tighter.
“You’ve got that satisfied look on your face that only I can give you.” He leaned in, whispering in my ear. “I’m the only one who knows how to make you feel this way.”
“Fuck, Charlie,” I groaned, my body still trembling from the aftershocks of my orgasm.
“You’re so eager.” He brushed a stray strand of hair from my face.
I raised an eyebrow, my protest dying on my lips as he yanked me into a sitting position.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going to fuck you long and hard from behind,” he said, his voice hoarse and his eyes dark with lust. “And when you’re screaming for me to stop, I’m going to turn you around, throw your legs over my shoulders, and fuck you until you can’t form words.”
The very thought of it sent a wave of lust crashing over me, rendering me speechless.
“How does that sound?”
“Yes,” I said, my tone far too eager. “To all of that. Yes.”
“Good.”
But instead of doing just that, he got up and walked around the bed.
“What are you doing?” I asked as he started collecting pillows.
“Making sure I don’t hurt you.”
He arranged them in a pile in the middle of the bed. Once satisfied with the arrangement, he instructed me to get on all fours over the pillows. I did as told and tried to ignore the fact that if I glanced to my left, I’d see myself in the mirror with my ass in the air.
But again, he didn’t take me like I desperately wanted. Somewhere behind me, he opened a drawer and started rifling through it. What he could possibly need from my dresser, I couldn’t say.
“What are you doing?”
“It’s a surprise,” he said, his tone cryptic. “Don’t move.”
Curiosity burned through me. Somehow I did as told.
When he returned, he pressed a soft kiss to my lower back. “Good girl.”
His fingers brushed against my clit, making me jump. Only it wasn’t just his fingers. He attached something cool and smooth to the sensitive nub. It suctioned to me and I tensed.
“What is that?”
“You’ll love it,” he said, pressing a kiss to my lower back before straightening up.
Then he leaned over me, his hard cock nudging my entrance until my pussy clenched with need. Instead of slamming into me, he wrapped his arm around my waist and tapped the thing between my legs. The sudden hum of a vibrator sent me cross-eyed, a choked cry tearing from my throat.
“Fuck!” I screamed, bucking against the relentless stimulation, my body shuddering with an instant orgasm.
“See?” He gathered my hair back from my face and used it to turn my head, forcing me to meet his lust-filled gaze in the mirror. “I said you’d love it.”
“You’re insane.”
He chuckled, but didn’t comment. He straightened up and nudged the tip of his cock against my entrance. Before my brain could string two thoughts together, he thrust into me, filling me to the brim.
I groaned and Charlie swore.
“It’s been too fucking long.”
My eyelids fluttered as he filled me completely; the sensation of him inside me after so long was almost too much to handle. My back arched, my breasts grazing against the mattress as I let out a needy whimper. He leaned over me, his grip on my hips tight as he began to thrust. Each movement of his hips sent a wave of pleasure through me, my muscles clenching around his cock.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he grunted, his face twisted with lust.
“Yes, Charlie,” I moaned, my voice strained.
As he began to fuck me in earnest, the intense pleasure of his thrusts mingled with the mind-numbing sensations of the vibrator, pushing me to the edge of sanity. I was incoherent, cursing him, pleading for mercy, but also more. The tension within me coiled tighter with each passing second.
“You feel so good,” he groaned. His fingers tightened on my hips, pulling me back with more and more force. “It's been too long. Don’t know how I resisted you all this time.”
“Me. Either,” I panted.
He reached around and grabbed the vibrator, pressing it harder against my clit as he continued to fuck me. The intense stimulation was almost too much to handle, my body tensing as the orgasm began to build inside of me.
“You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?” Charlie growled, his rhythm increasing.
“Yes,” I moaned.
And then the coil snapped and I lost control of my body. It hit me so hard my vision blurred and my body shook. I couldn’t move as he pulled out of me. He released the vibrator and set it aside while his fingers caressed my lower back with soothing circles.
“That was incredible,” I said, still catching my breath.
“I’m glad you liked it.” He helped me turn over until I lay on my back. I stared up at him, taking in all the tiny details I’d missed. Like the look of pure need that claimed his expression or the way his pupils blew so far the black almost consumed the hazel. “We’re not done yet.”
Charlie propped my hips up with a pillow or two. “Is this okay?” he asked, his tone serious.