16. Charlie #2
I follow her out of the hot tub, grabbing towels from the nearby lounge chair. We make a halfhearted attempt to dry off, but it's difficult when we can't seem to stop touching each other. I wrap my towel around her instead, using it to pull her close for another kiss.
We stumble back into the suite, leaving a trail of damp footprints across the floor. Tess's laughter turns into a gasp as I lift her, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carry her to the bedroom.
"Show-off," she murmurs against my neck.
"You like it," I counter, setting her down beside the enormous bed.
"Maybe a little."
In the soft light, with her hair wild and her skin flushed, she's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I tell her so, watching pleasure and surprise flicker across her face.
"Are you always this smooth?" she asks, reaching behind to unhook her bra.
"Yes, actually," I answer and then wink again.
She pauses, studying my face, trying to figure out whether I’m fucking around with her.
“And have you always been so pompous?” she asks coyly.
“Of course. I thought that you liked that about me.”
“Good point,” she replies, giving me a small smile before she lets her bra fall to the floor.
I draw in a sharp breath. "Damn, girl..."
"Back at ya," she says while admiring my chest. Her fingers trace the waistband of my boxer briefs. "These should probably go, though."
"Ladies first," I counter, hooking my thumbs in the sides of her underwear.
She lifts an eyebrow. "Always the gentleman."
"I have my moments."
Slowly, I slide the fabric down her legs, kneeling as I do. She steps out of them, standing naked before me, unashamed and breathtaking. I press a kiss to her hip, her stomach, working my way back up her body as I stand.
Her hands do their thing, pushing my boxers down until I can kick them away. We stand there for a moment, skin to skin, just looking at each other.
We climb into bed together. There's no awkwardness, no hesitation—just heat and hunger and surprising laughter when I nearly knee her trying to position myself above her.
"There’s that Mr. Smooth again," she teases, her voice breathless as my hands explore her body.
"You’re very distracting," I defend myself, lowering my mouth to her breast.
Her laugh turns into a moan as my tongue circles her nipple, her back arching off the bed. I take my time, listening to her body—what makes her gasp, what makes her dig her nails into my shoulders, what makes her vibrate.
When I finally move between her legs, tasting her, she cries out, her hands threading through my hair. The sound shoots straight through me, stoking the fire burning inside me. I work her with my tongue until she's trembling, until she pulls me up her body with desperate hands.
"I need you," she demands, her voice hoarse. “But first…” She makes her way down to my cock, slowly flicking the head with her tongue.
She stops suddenly and her eyes lock with mine, dark and hungry,
She doesn’t move. Not yet. She’s savoring the power, the control, and it’s driving me insane. Her hands are on my thighs, nails digging in just enough for me to feel it. My cock is throbbing and she knows it.
I finally feel her tongue flick across my cock again. I groan, my head falling back. I need more and she knows it. “Patience, Charlie. I’m just getting started.”
And then she’s on me, her mouth closing around the tip of my cock, and fuck, fuck, fuck. Her tongue swirls, hot and slick. She pulls back, leaving me aching again, and chuckles softly. “You taste so good,” she murmurs.
She takes me fully in her mouth now, her lips wrapping around me in a wet, tight seal that has me groaning her name.
Her tongue is fucking everywhere, sliding along the underside of my shaft, flicking at the sensitive ridge just below the head. She’s relentless, bobbing up and down with a rhythm that feels so fucking good.
“Tess,” I choke out, my voice breaking. “Fuck, Tess, I’m gonna?—”
But she pulls back before I can come, her lips popping off my cock with a wet sound that makes my stomach clench. She’s grinning up at me, her lips swollen and glistening. “Not yet,” she says, her voice husky. “I’m not done with you.”
She’s a fucking tease, and I love her for it.
Her hands are on my thighs again, her nails scraping lightly as she leans back in.
This time, she takes me deep, her throat opening around me in a way that has me seeing fireworks.
I can feel every inch of her mouth, every flick of her tongue, every tight squeeze of her lips, and it’s too much.
She pulls back again, leaving me gasping, and looks up at me. “You like that?” she asks, her voice dripping with faux innocence. “You like it when I make you wait?”
I don’t answer—I can’t. She doesn’t need me to. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me. Her hands are on my hips again, guiding me deeper as she takes me in her mouth once more. She’s fucking relentless, her lips and tongue working in perfect harmony to bring me to the edge again and again.
And when she finally pulls back for the last time, leaving me on the brink of explosion, she smiles up at me with a look that says it all.
“Are you ready to come?” she asks, her voice low and sultry, and I’m already reaching for her, pulling her up to me so I can kiss her deeply.
I can’t wait any longer. I position myself at her entrance. Our eyes lock, and for a moment, everything slows down.
When I push into her, we both moan—a harmony of pleasure that seems to echo through the room. I begin to move, slowly at first, then faster as she urges me on with her hips, her hands, her whispered encouragements.
"God, Tess," I breathe against her neck, already feeling like I might come apart at the seams. "You feel amazing."
"So do you," she gasps, meeting each of my thrusts. "Don't stop."
I have no intention of stopping, not when she's looking at me like that, not when her body is tightening around mine, not when every nerve ending in my body is singing with pleasure. I shift slightly, changing the angle, and she digs her nails into my back.
"There," she pants. "Right there."
I continue to drive into her, watching her face as she climbs toward release. I'm close too, holding back by sheer force of will, determined to see her fall apart first.
When she does, it's glorious—her body arching, her eyes squeezing shut. The sight and feel of her coming undone around me sends me over the edge, my own release crashing through me in waves that leave me gasping and shuddering above her.
For a long moment, we stay like that, connected, breathing hard, my forehead pressed against hers. Then I carefully roll to the side, keeping her close, unwilling to break contact completely.
"Well," she says finally, her voice deliciously husky. "A fantastic end to a kind of rough day."
I laugh, the sound rumbling up from deep in my chest. "Wish we could have skipped everything else today and just done this."
She props herself up on one elbow, looking down at me with a softness in her eyes that makes my heart jump. "Maybe next time that’s exactly what we should do."
I reach up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, letting my fingers linger against her cheek. "You got it."
We lie there in comfortable silence, our breathing syncing, our bodies cooling off.
“Are you still hungry? We have half a bottle of ridiculously expensive cognac and at least three unopened bags of chips."
"You truly spoil me," she murmurs, and I can feel her smiling against my skin.
"Only the best for you," I say, half joking but excited to give her everything she wants and more.