Chapter 6
Blythe
T he hottie that’s all mine just made me cum on the kitchen counter. On the same counter where we prep all our food. The same counter that our little Wren colors at while we make dinner. It was exhilarating . Our sex life has always been incredible—the best I’ve ever had—but this was next level. I didn’t have time to process because he lifted me up and gently laid me down on the floor between the kitchen island and the refrigerator.
Charlie tightened his grip around the base of my neck. Our lips were erratic against each other, our mouths fighting for dominance. He hovered over me, slowly lowering himself to close the gap between our bodies. Our mouths danced a perfectly choreographed routine.
Charlie pulled away abruptly, his voice dripping with desire. “Are you sure you don’t want to head to the bedroom?”
“I couldn’t be more sure.” I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him flush against my body. “The pants need to go. You’re way overdressed for this party.”
A devious smile spread across Charlie’s face, “Is that so?”
“Mmm.”
“Well we can’t have that, now can we?”
I reached down; he was already stiff and throbbing. I rubbed him through his sweatpants, and a small moan escaped his mouth.
Charlie stood up to remove the material that was keeping him from being inside of me. A wide smile spread across his face as his boxers fell to the floor. “Now we’re on the same page.”
I took in the man that made me weak in the knees. He grabbed himself and ran his hand up and down his length. “Tell me what you want.”
My mouth went slightly agape and I was hypnotized.
“Blythe?”
I snapped out of it, responding to his question. “I need you.”
Charlie gave a satisfied nod, “Then you just enjoy all the things I’m going to do to you.”
He lowered himself back over me, resting on his left elbow while perfectly aligning his dick to my clit before sliding it back and forth. Teasing me slowly. I hooked my right leg around his back to pull him even closer, but he backed away.
“Patience.” He growled from the spot he was nipping on my neck. “You’re going to come at least once before I put my dick in you.”
I whimpered, “But…”
“We never have this much time. Let me do all the things I want to do for you. You deserve to be fucked like the queen you are.”
I capitulated. I wasn’t about to argue with the man who just ate me out on the kitchen counter and is solely responsible for my orgasms.
Charlie departed from my swollen clit and teased my entrance. “It’s not wet enough yet.” He grabbed my right hand and slid it to my clit, “Rub,” he commanded.
I did as I was told, no questions asked. There was something so hot about taking care of my pleasure while Charlie watched. I felt empowered—like I was on top of the world. I rubbed my swollen bud while he went to town on my hard nipples.
“You have the most incredible titties.” He was pinching my right nipple and sucking hard on the left, all while still teasing my entrance.
“They’re all yours to play with.” Between his licking and pinching, I couldn’t help but pick up the pace with my rubbing. I felt the familiar feeling start to build up in my lower stomach. I was about to come unwound.
“Come for me, baby. Show me what you can do for yourself.”
That was all it took for me to come undone. “Charlie!” I yelled, waves of pleasure rippling through me.
“I need to be inside you.”
“Do your worst,” I challenged.
Charlie braced his elbows on both sides of my head and slowly glided himself into me. “You’re so tight,” he grunted as I stretched around him.
One thing I love about Charlie is that he never treated me like I was fragile and going to break. From the first night we ever had sex, he flings me around like there’s no tomorrow and it drives me wild.
Charlie slid in and out of me effortlessly, hitting my sweet spot with every thrust. Our foreheads were touching, and his eyes were dark and hungry.
“That feels so good,” was all I could muster.
“ You feel so fucking good.” Charlie’s thrusts got faster and I could feel another orgasm blooming. “Don’t come yet.”
In one smooth motion, Charlie lifted me and placed me on the couch. “My knees couldn’t handle being on the wood floors. Now I can fuck you from behind.” My favorite .
I switched positions and folded my arms under my head while sticking my ass up in the air, aligning myself with his cock. “Put it in me. Now.”
“You’re so demanding.” He placed a kiss at the base of my spine before squeezing my ass. “This is so perfect.” He slid himself back inside of my wet slit. He moved quickly and deeply, driving me crazy. Charlie put one hand around the base of my neck while the other reached around to my clit.
“I’m close…” I trailed off as all of my erogenous zones were being tantalized.
“Do you want to come together?”
I nodded furiously, practically begging, “Yes.”
With the green light, Charlie picked up his pace. Two deep pumps were all it took to finish each other off—collapsing into a pile of sweaty bodies on the couch.
“I can’t wait to ravage you again and again this weekend.”