Chapter 32 #2
I hover above her, kissing her while I run my hand up her side, slowly, gooseflesh pebbling her skin, to her breast. She arches into my touch and gives a soft groan.
I take my time caressing her over the fabric of her bra, until she’s panting and her nipples are tight knots between my fingers.
Kissing down to her neck, I suck the tip of her earlobe into my mouth, the tiny beads of her earring slipping past my lips.
She strokes up my back and tilts her hips, her soft pussy pressing into my boxer briefs.
I reach down and pin her hip to the bed before her grinding pushes me over the edge.
“Patience, baby,” I purr in her ear.
She combs her fingers into my hair and gives it a tug. The tight burn only heightens my lust, a sign I’m dangerously close to losing control.
Not that I care. I’d stay right here forever if I could.
I kiss my way down to her breasts, nipping at her over her sweater, until I can’t stand it anymore and slip the hem up and over her head.
She raises her arms, stretching for me in a way that inspires a hundred fantasies at once.
Of her wrists tied to the headboard while her hips writhe against me.
Of her tits bouncing with my thrusts and her head thrown back, her needy cries shattering the silence.
Once the sweater is on the floor, I drink her in. The deep blush working up her chest, her silky hair splayed on my pillow, the curvature of her shoulders and the lean muscles in her arms. The white cotton bra adorned with a tiny bow at the center.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” I say, emotion chewing at my throat. I rub the backs of my knuckles up her bare stomach to the center of her chest while I fall into the hidden universe of her eyes. “You always have been, but you’re even more beautiful now.”
She grips the back of my neck and pulls me to her for another kiss.
Her tongue flicks out, catching mine, and we play a lazy game of chase before I break away and kiss down, tugging the strap of her bra as I go.
I find the clasp behind her back and flick it open, then slip it from her body.
Her nipples are tight and dark with need but it’s the scattering of tiny freckles in the center of her chest that has my attention.
I trace each tiny cluster with my lips, like it’s the map I’ve been looking for. The one leading me home.
Charlotte combs through my hair as her body bows off the bed, like she wants me closer.
I suck each of her nipples into my mouth, savoring how incredibly soft she is, how perfectly needy, until she’s panting and clenching her thighs together, looking for friction.
Kissing my way down, I try to hold onto my sanity, but it’s shredding a little more with each gasp from her lips, each caress from her fingertips, each thump of my desperate heart.
I kiss the now soaked patch of her panties and she makes that cute little growl of frustration. God, I’ve missed that sound. Missed the way she begs. My little blackbird, so eager to fly.
We’ve wasted so much time. Is this the beginning of us? Or a moment of weakness that will ruin us for good?
I peel her panties off and stroke up her thighs, urging them open. “So wet, sweetheart.” I circle her already hard clit with my thumb. “So needy. ”
“Will,” she groans, jolting at my touch. I kiss the inside of her thigh and sink two fingers inside her.
She cries out, one hand flying to grip my hair. I move in with my mouth, caressing with my tongue while I thrust with my fingers. The taste of her while her body tightens around me floods all my circuits at once. I let her quickening breaths and the tug of her fingers in my hair keep me grounded.
“Oh my god,” she huffs out.
I suck her clit, and she shudders. “Whose mouth is on this pretty pussy, hmm?”
“Please, William,” she begs.
Fucking right. After tonight, she better think twice about walking out of my life again.
I curl my fingers, stroking that sensitive place inside her as I feast with my mouth. She arches off the bed, her fingers tightening in my hair, her breaths turning sharp in the quiet room. I ride the steady rocking of her hips as she lets go, each cry of her release vibrating inside me.
With a groan, I kiss up to her hip and wrap my arms around her, holding her tight while our breathing slows.
I pepper her body with little kisses as I slowly work my way up, pausing to gently tease each nipple.
She caresses down my back and beneath the fabric of my briefs, warming every inch of my skin.
We kiss again, our mouths hungry. Closing my eyes, I savor the softness of her little tongue and the urgent grip of her fingers on my ass.
She slips the waistband of my briefs down, reaching to free my cock, the shock of her touch making me suck in a breath.
I brace on one knee and kick my briefs to the floor, then reach for my bedside table drawer for a condom. In the soft glow from the lamp, her tense expression and flushed cheeks make me pause. I set the condom down and caress her face.
“You okay?”
She holds my gaze and caresses up and down my back. The raw vulnerability I saw just seconds ago is gone, replaced by a soft smile. “More than okay, QB.”
“You’re going to have to find a new nickname.” I rip open the condom wrapper with my teeth.
“You’ll always be my QB.”
There’s no trace of teasing in her tone, and I swallow the sudden clot of emotion forming at the base of my throat while a hot sting rolls down my spine. Because I can’t be her QB. anymore, but I can be hers, and that’s more than enough.
I nip her shoulder with the edge of my teeth, and she yelps in surprise.
“What was that for?” she asks, laughing.
Because you’re mine. “So I can kiss it and make it better,” I tease, planting a wet kiss on the spot.
She hums her reply, then draws me to her mouth again.
I flick my tongue against her lips, and she moans.
The kiss turns heated, filling the room with our quickening breaths and the soft crush of our lips embracing, teasing.
I pull back and roll on the condom, grimacing at how fucking painfully hard I am.
At least the condom will give me some measure of control.
Fucking her bare—I wouldn’t last ten seconds.
A mix of apprehension and lust fills her eyes as I rub the head of my cock against her, getting good and soaked, before I notch at her entrance.
“Nice and slow, okay?” The restraint I’m trying to hold onto roughens my tone, and I suck in a steadying breath.
She traps her bottom lip with her teeth and gives me a nod.
I kiss her once more, then push inside.
Her lips part in a breathless gasp, her eyes tense with desire, matching the desperation running hot inside me.
I thrust a little more, her body stretching so tight around me.
A whimper escapes her lips. I arch down and suck her nipple into my mouth, teasing, savoring the desperate edge to her breaths and the tremor vibrating up her body .
With one final thrust, I work deeper, trapped by her heat, until I’m all the way inside.
Charlotte gives a soft cry, her body so tight around me I can’t get a breath.
“Will,” she exhales like a whisper.
“I know,” I manage while sensations erupt from every nerve ending, blasting away my lingering fears and insecurities, consuming my core in a burst of heat that licks up my chest and ignites my skin. I kiss up to her neck as I move inside her, slow and firm, so she feels what I do.
We belong together.
We were made for each other.
This is how we were meant to be. Connected in mind, body, and heart. It’s how it was then and it’s how it should be now.
Forever.