Chapter 27 Dave
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
DAVE
As we enter my bedroom, it isn’t lost on me the scale is over the top.
I don’t make eye contact with her but can only imagine what she’s thinking.
This room is enormous and has glass walls similar to that in the great room that overlook the tree-lined incline below.
There are no drapes to obscure the view of the glistening snow-covered mountainside or night sky, but why would I need them?
Not really worried about a bear getting a good look at my junk.
If she’s feeling out of sorts by my place, she’s certainly not letting it show.
There’s a large, king-sized, four-poster bed along one wall with an oversized couch at the foot of the bed.
Along the opposing wall is a row of mahogany bookshelves flanking a large wood-burning fireplace.
It’s not as imposing as the one in the great room, but it’s still big, given the size of this room.
It has to be in order to keep things warm in the winter months.
There’s no gas fireplace happening here.
As I unzip and remove my sweater, I let it fall to the floor before reaching behind my neck to remove my T-shirt.
We went at it so hard and fast the night of the wedding, I completely missed out on being able to watch her undress.
And as much as I’m dying to see her naked again, I have no intention of rushing this.
She’s standing, quietly watching me, arms hanging loosely at her sides.
She wets her lips as her eyes travel down my torso.
Her dark hair falls loosely about her shoulders as she reaches for the hem of her sweater.
I’m tempted to remove it for her, but I’d much prefer to let her set the pace of this evening.
Wherever this goes, I’m fine with it. So long as she’s here with me.
Her soft breasts appear to be straining against the smooth fabric of her lacy bra, begging to be set free. I drag my tongue across my lower lip, dying to bend down and bite each nipple, right through the satin material.
Gliding my hand down, I palm my straining dick to ease the ache.
I’m so hard it hurts. As if she can see the shape I’m in, literally, she removes her heels and reaches back to unhook her bra.
I can’t help but devour her breasts with my eyes.
Placing her thumbs in the sides of her leggings, she slowly drags them and her panties down her legs before dropping to her knees.
“Fuck, Char.” My heart rate is beating at the speed of light. I swallow hard. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I groan, my voice gravely and deep.
Reaching up for my zipper, she slowly glides the teeth down.
The metallic clicks of the fastener make my over eager cock jump in anticipation.
She slowly pulls the waist of my pants down low enough she can reach into my black boxer-briefs and withdraw my erection.
It’s weeping precum, being so close to her luscious mouth.
She examines it closely, licking her lips.
“Holy hell, Char. You’re killing me.”
Darting her tongue out to my tip, she teases the droplet from my slit before swirling her tongue around the head. My body shakes in anticipation of feeling her glide her warm, wet mouth over me.
She slides her tongue back and forth across the underside of my cock, sliding her hand up and down the length as she goes. I can feel her groan around me and look down to see her hand between her legs.
“Fuck, baby. Please spread your thighs. I need to watch you play with your pretty pussy.”
She groans once more, spreading her legs for me as requested, fingering her swollen clit as she slides her mouth down the length of me until I hit the back of her throat.
“Jesus. You’re so fucking perfect.” I grab her head, slowly pushing my cock in and out of her throat, all the while enjoying the sight of her fingers disappearing between the apex of her thighs.
I’ll never last like this. All of this pent-up frustration, dreaming of her night after night.
Now she’s here, in the flesh, playing out my every fantasy.
I quickly withdraw and bend to remove my boxers before pointing to the bed.
“Get on the bed, right on the edge, on all fours. I need your ass in the air, beautiful.”
She quickly turns to comply, and the sight of her before me nearly makes me come on the spot. Dipping my fingers inside, I shake with need. “Fuck. Your swollen pink pussy is making me come undone.” She glances over her shoulder at me.
I remove my fingers, sliding them into my mouth, moaning as I close my eyes.
I can practically feel the heat of her stare as she looks on.
As much as I’m dying to sink inside her, I can’t help having another taste.
My mouth drops down to kiss each ass cheek before dragging my tongue from her clit to her opening in one quick swipe.
She cries out, “Dave.”
Hearing her call out my name is turning this fire into an inferno.
Placing my hand on the center of her back, I push her forward until her cheek is flush with the bed.
Pulling back, I spread her ass cheeks until I have a clear view of her swollen flesh.
It’s glistening for me. Without a second’s hesitation, I bury my mouth in her wet pussy and lick and finger her until she’s reduced to a cacophony of erotic sounds.
Her hums of delight echo about the room creating a playlist I’ll have on repeat for all eternity.
It irritates me that I can’t recall the noises she made our first night together. Why am I considering this, of all things? But suddenly, it feels essential that I’m able to replay her cries of passion alongside the visuals I’ve had in my head night after night.
Thwack!
“Oh, god,” she calls out as a pink handprint gradually develops on her right ass cheek. The sound makes my cock stiffen even further. Thwack! She cries out again as I spank the other cheek.
A chill travels down my spine. Wait… I was so caught up in the moment, remembering how good we were together, that I totally lost sight of the woman she’d become recently. I still. What if… what if she’s not comfortable with this? Fuck.
Char can sense my hesitation, looking over her shoulder. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes wild but concerned. “What’s wrong?
“Shit, baby. I didn’t ask if it was okay before I—”
She nods vigorously. “It’s more than okay. I trust you. I know you’d never hurt me.”
Letting out a heavy exhale, relief washes over me. I start to thank her until she rocks her hips back and forth in invitation. It’s as if she’s begging me to get back to it. What had she said that night? Keep that shit up.
Forcing down a chuckle, I immediately drop back down, reaching in front of her to play with her clit while I bury my tongue inside her. Lapping and nibbling on her delicate flesh, I revel in the long awaited taste of her on my tongue. “Oh, please. If you keep doing that I’m going to—”
Needing to see her when she goes over the edge, I flip her over onto her back and slide two fingers deep inside her soaking wet pussy.
Clamping my lips over her swollen bundle of nerves, my eyes lock onto her beautiful face, and suck.
Char gives in to her rapture, thrashing back and forth on the bed as her body quakes against my mouth.
I remove my fingers, replacing them with my tongue as she continues to shudder.
“Give it to me,” I bark into her soft, slippery skin as she quivers against my mouth. “You taste so damn good. I could eat this sweet pussy all night.”
She groans beneath me.
I crawl over top of her and place my face between her perfect tits before turning my head to lick and suck from each peak.
Reaching down, I lift her legs around my hips before teasing her folds gently.
She’s gloriously wet for me. I hear little whimpers escape her as I drag the head of my dick back and forth across her clit and her tantalizingly swollen flesh.
Unable to take this torture any longer, I press inside carefully. “You need my cock, baby?”
“Oh, god,” she pants, and I echo the sentiment with an inaudible moan of my own.
Her tight, wet heat is gripping me perfectly.
I’ve seriously never felt anything this good.
I’m dying to be completely inside her, yet I notice I’m only halfway, and her whole body is trembling at the invasion.
I still, waiting on her body to accommodate me before proceeding any deeper.
Holding myself up on my forearms, I groan as her tight pelvis slides back and forth as if making room for me. Trying to take cues from her, I slowly press forward. Inch by delicious inch, I thrust and retreat until I’m fully seated.
Her body is straining around my cock, sucking me back in with every withdrawal from her wet center. The erotic sounds of our bodies’ intimate dance are pushing me ever closer to the edge of my release.
There’s something so alluring about this woman. It’s so much more than physical. I’m not sure what makes her so different. But whatever has me so enthralled with her makes the physical connection between us even more intense.
I pull back, angling my hips to stroke her clit with each thrust. I can feel her tighten further. The sensation is indescribable.
“I’m going to come again.”
“Oh, my perfect girl,” I groan. Looking down at her, I manage to see the moment her ecstasy has taken control of her.
Her eyes roll back in her head, her mouth is slack.
Char throws her head back just as her entire body starts to convulse around me.
Her rosy skin is covered in a sheen of sweat as she writhes beneath me.
As if the sensation of my cock being milked by her tight body isn’t enough, the sight of her coming undone is. She’s the most intoxicating vision I’ve ever experienced. With the starlight twinkling against the snow-covered trees out my window, this moment almost feels dreamlike.