Chapter 29
CHAPTER 29
C HARLIE
I’m fucking done for. Emily Flynn has broken any control I had left. Her mouth is warm and willing as I make it mine. A need to possess the lush sweetness of her sexy lips overwhelms me, and I don’t even try to be gentle. I can’t. Nor does she seem to want that, as she’s got both hands in my hair, tugging to draw me closer. She bites down on my lower lip, and it fucking makes my cock twitch with need. I groan in her demanding little mouth as I deepen the kiss.
We go on like this forever, seemingly unable to get enough of each other. But eventually, our pace slows, growing less frantic as our tongues entwine in a sensual dance. God, the taste of her. I could do this for every minute between now and the moment I die. Emily’s soft whimpers are such a turn-on. I’m surprised I don’t come just from kissing her.
While I keep one hand wrapped in her hair, I allow the other to explore, moving lower until my thumb brushes the edge of her breast. Her response spurs me on as she nudges her groin into mine. I fondle one of her hard nipples as I slowly trail my kisses from her mouth down to her chest.
“So fucking perfect,” I whisper. I draw one beaded nipple into my mouth while I hold her other breast in my hand. She cries out when I bite down just hard enough to straddle the line between intense pleasure and mild pain.
“Harder. Bite harder,” she begs.
I swirl my tongue around her flesh, teasing her before I bite down again, with a little more pressure this time, and her ensuing moans are my reward. Her body writhes under my mouth and my cock grows even more rock hard for her.
I’ve wanted Emily for the better part of a decade, dreaming of what this would be like, but never thinking I would get the chance to know. It’s so much better than anything I could have imagined. And I’m going to take my damn time and wipe out any inkling in her pretty mind that I don’t want her. She’ll have no doubts by the time I’m through.
I pull back from her and her eyes momentarily fill with panic, as if she actually believes I could walk away from her after starting this. She watches as I pull my shirt over my head, then push my shorts and boxers down my legs before I step out of them. I take her hand in mine, and I lead her to the shower I built for her. The shower I’ve fantasized about fucking her in. I only take my eyes off of her long enough to turn the water on and reach around to the counter to grab her shampoo from the vanity, then a washcloth from the shelves next to the shower.
“Get in and face the shower head.”
She doesn’t hesitate, and my dick throbs at her willingness to trust me. I watch as the water runs down her gorgeous back in thin rivulets, mesmerized as the streams trace the curve of her perfectly rounded ass.
When her hair is wet enough, I put shampoo in the palm of my hand and spend the next five minutes working it through her long locks. Her moans are so damn erotic it sounds like she’s orgasming. If this is how she sounds now, I can’t wait to hear her when she comes.
After I rinse her hair, I grip her shoulders lightly, turning her to face me, then I step back under the second shower head. I hand her the body wash to use while I quickly wash my hair and beard, so I miss as little of the show as possible while she rubs the washcloth over her delicious body.
“Don’t wash that pretty pussy. That’s mine to take care of.” Her eyes flit up to mine and flare with desire. I grin at her and her cheeks blush.
I grab the bodywash and quickly clean my body. When I’m done rinsing, I step to her and back her up against the tile, then squirt bodywash into my palm before slipping my hand between her legs.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I tell her as my fingers glide over her smooth skin. I take care cleaning her, then use the washcloth to squeeze warm water over her to rinse the soap away.
“Jesus, Charlie,” she pants. “Everything you do feels so fucking good.”
“Yeah? How about this?” I slide a finger into her hot pussy and use a finger from my other hand to caress her clit. “Does this feel good, baby?”
“God, yes,” she pants. “So fucking good. Please don’t stop.”
“Oh, I’m not stopping. Believe me. I’ve been dreaming of this for far too long to quit now.”
She reaches out to touch me and I stop her with my words. “Not yet, Emily. Palms against the wall. This is about getting you off. We’ve got all night to explore after that.”
When she does as I tell her and splays her palms against the tile, resting her head back as well, I add more pressure to her clit and slip a second finger into her. “You’re fucking perfect. Everything about you.”
She moans in pleasure. Whether at my words, my hands, or both, I don’t know.
Within a minute or two she’s grinding against my hand, crying out with pleasure just before she screams my name and her pussy clamps down around my fingers. She falls over the edge into the first of many orgasms I plan to give her tonight. And, fuck, I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than Emily as she comes.
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EMILY
Holy hell. I’m half unconscious from the pleasure Charlie just drew from my body, so I can only stand here in a blissful daze as he dries me off after our shower. I can’t take my eyes off his thick cock, wanting it in my hands, my mouth, my body. I’m sure I’m grinning like a drunken fool as he chuckles while drying himself off, never removing his eyes from me.
He takes both towels and tosses them down a laundry chute I didn’t know was there, then saunters toward me, appraising me with his eyes. When he gently cups my cheeks in his hands and lowers his alluring lips to mine, my heart bounds in my chest. With our history of having kissed twice before—both times ending with Charlie stopping things—a part of me is afraid that, despite what just happened in the shower, he might change his mind. But there is no hesitancy in this kiss.
His expert tongue explores my mouth tantalizingly slow, each stroke increasing my need for more from him. He caresses my bare skin with his calloused hands.
I pull back from the kiss and reach for his hand, taking it in mine, then lead him into the bedroom.
Charlie stops me just before we get to the bed.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m positive. I have thought about this more times than I care to admit.” I walk the rest of the way to the bed and lie on it. Charlie positions himself on his side next to me. Over the next several minutes, propping himself up with one arm, he uses his free hand to stroke up and down my body, as if he needs to touch as much of me as possible in one night. I watch him as he plants kisses in random spots. The inside of my wrist. My hip bone. My rib cage just below my breast. Spots I never knew could feel so good. But when he kisses them, nerve endings shoot pleasure to my core and an aching desire for him grows within me.
“I can’t believe I get to touch you like this.” His voice is hushed, reverent, and he never takes his eyes off my body.
“You’re making me crazy. Please,” I beg.
He doesn’t stop his sensual exploration of me but whispers against my shoulder, “Please what? Use your words. I want to hear exactly what you want. Feel free to use that filthy mouth I know you have.”
Okay, Charlie. You want my words? You’ll get them.
I place my hand over his to stop it from moving, which draws his gaze back up to mine.
“Charlie, I’m clean and I’m on the pill, so if you’re clean, then I want you to take that hard cock of yours and fuck my aching pussy until I can’t see straight. And I want you to do it bare.”
His eyes are so wide, I swear they’re going to pop right out of his head. His pupils dilate until only a tiny fraction of the gorgeous hazel color is visible on the edge of the darkness.
“Jesus, that mouth of yours.” He kisses me and moves over top of me. “I fucking love it. Always have, but especially now.”
I spread my legs for him, making room for him to fit between them, and we both groan when his dick presses against my bare skin. When he takes his cock in his hand and teases me, rubbing it along my slit, I nearly jump off the bed.
“Shit, you’re already so slick for me,” he groans out.
He bends down and draws one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking and scraping his teeth against my skin as he continues stroking between my warm folds with his swollen cock. My nails dig into his back and my hips push up into him, needing more.
“Please,” I beg.
Without hesitation, he gives me what he knows I want. What I need. The sensation of him filling me as he slides into my pussy makes me cry out with pleasure. Our gazes fix on each other as our bodies join and find their rhythm together. And the pleasure, it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. No words cross our lips, but our eyes speak volumes as we continue to bring our bodies together in an expression of not only our physical need and desire, but of deep emotional connection as well.
We’re making love. There’s no question in my mind that’s what this is.
As the intensity builds within me, Charlie must read it in my eyes because he moves faster and pushes harder. I thrust my hips up to meet his.
“That’s it, baby. Take what you need. Let me watch that beautiful face of yours while you come again. I didn’t think you could be more stunning until I saw you come in the shower. You’re so damn beautiful, Emily.”
I cry out in pleasure as my orgasm explodes through my body. It’s like every nerve ending in my entire being is firing with pleasure. And as I’m coming, I feel his cock spasm inside me and his warmth filling me, our mutual moans filling the air.
When we come down from the high, Charlie holds himself up with one arm and wraps the other around my waist, then flips us over so I’m on top of him. Most impressively, he does it all while we’re still joined. I rest my head on his chest, and he rubs my back with one hand and strokes my hair with the other. The only sound is our panting as we catch our breath.
I feel so many things right now. Cared for, protected, cherished, and loved. But there’s something else that I haven’t felt in a long time, and I can’t quite place my finger on what it is. I don’t know how long I lie here thinking about it, but when Charlie places a kiss on my head and wraps his arms around me even tighter, it comes to me.
I feel at peace.