Chapter 57
Blythe
“I ’m exhausted.” I stripped out of her matching pajamas.
“I promised a relaxing weekend, but it wasn’t.” Charlie had already stripped down to his boxers and sat in bed with his head against the headboard.
I shrugged, a devious smile playing on my lips. “It was fun, though.”
“You’re sure?”
I slipped into my favorite T-shirt of Charlie’s. “I’m positive. It was a blast.” I paused as I climbed into bed beside him, lying on my side. “Especially today, it was perfect.”
“Is that one better than the paper one I gave you last night?” He motioned towards the ring on my left hand.
I held it up to the light and admired it. The cushion cut, the rose gold—absolute perfection.
I refused to remove it once he slipped it on my finger a few hours ago. I’ve caught myself multiple times already just staring down at it, wondering how I got so lucky.
Does he remember?
I turned towards him—my fiancé. “You remember?”
Charlie nodded slowly. “Yeah.”
I scrunched my brows. “You said you didn’t.” I slapped a hand over my mouth. “You lied!”
There was mock horror in my voice.
“I mean, technically, yes. Only because I didn’t want to ruin the surprise.” He paused. “Wait, that means you remember as well.”
My eyes went wide. Caught .
“I… um… no.” I was at a loss for words.
Charlie rolled on top of me. “You lied, too.”
The sudden weight of him on top of me soothed me…or maybe it was a lack of oxygen because he was a giant, and I was small compared to him.
A wide smile tugged at my lips. “I thought that it was just a joke. I was afraid of getting my hopes up.”
“Oh, so you did want to be my wife.” His face was close to mine. I could feel his breathing quicken.
“Obviously,” I answered honestly.
“If we’re going to be the Mr. and Mrs. Hannigan everyone assumed we were this weekend, no more lies, no matter how small.”
“I agree.” I adjusted underneath Charlie, pressing myself against his boxers. I knew exactly what I was instigating. “Why so hard?”
“Because you look incredible in my T-shirt and I want to have sex with my wife.”
A blush crept up my cheeks and I refused to make eye contact. “I’m technically your fiancée right now.”
He pressed his lips against mine. “You and your technicalities.”
His sparkling blue eyes met mine.
“I think it’s pretty damn cool,” I admitted.
“What is?”
“Being able to call you my fiancé. Calling you my boyfriend made me feel like I was in middle school again.” I said with a smile.
A small laugh rumbled in his chest. “What we’re about to do you weren’t doing in middle school…I hope.”
“Ha! I didn’t even have a boyfriend. I was a straight-A student who was involved in a bunch of extracurricular activities. I didn’t have the time.”
A smile tugged on his lips and he peppered my neck with kisses. “Wanna celebrate?”
My eyes met his. “How did you want to celebrate? Did you want some ice cream?” I teased, knowing precisely what he was suggesting.
“I was more in the mood for pie.”
“Oh. I’m sorry, sir, but we don’t have any pie in the house.” I was going to go along with this.
“We sure do.”
Charlie propped himself on his left elbow while his right hand slowly traced down my body to my leg.
“Your leg is so smooth.” He complimented. His eyes fixed on the hem of my shirt. He knew there was nothing underneath except for a lacy thong.
“I got everything waxed before we left on our little getaway.”
“Real talk?” Charlie asked.
I nodded, knowing he was going to take us out of the mood for a minute while he said something not related to sex.
“Getting waxed sounds awful.”
“Oh, it’s terrible.” I let out a giggle. “It was worth it, though, because everything is so smooth.” I rubbed my legs together like a cricket. They’re soft when you shave, but this was next level.
“You didn’t have to do that, though.”
I pressed a peck to his lips. “I know. It wasn’t just for you. It was a treat for me.”
“Immense pain is a treat for you?” A smirk played on the corner of his lips.
“Not getting it done, but the after-effects. It feels great and is one step less in the shower.”
Charlie’s eyes grew dark. “Means we have more time in the morning for other things.”
I arched a brow. “You mean for sleeping in?”
He arched one back. “Kinda.” His lips found the soft spot by my collarbone. “I was more thinkin’ we could do something else.”
“Hm?”
Charlie’s lips continued to work the spot he knows drives me feral. “I was thinkin’ maybe we could start with this?” His lips met mine and our mouths fought for dominance.
He tasted like mint and smelled like Palo Santo—an intoxicating combination. I wove my fingers through his hair as his right arm slid under my T-shirt and gripped my back. I broke the kiss, gasping for air.
“Clothes off.”
“You’re so demanding,” Charlie whispered. “We’re doing this celebration right.” He spoke against my ear. “I’m going to fuck you slowly and make you writhe underneath me.”
In between my legs was aching for him already. I grinded my pelvis against his boxers, eliciting a small moan from him.
“Do you like that?” My gaze locked with his.
“You tell me.”
He was already rock-hard. “Seems like it.”
Charlie lifted himself and slowly slid his hands down the sides of my body. “You’re perfection.”
My confidence was boosted.
“Lay back on the pillows and make yourself comfortable.”
I did as I was told. I see a little bit of vacation Charlie came home with us. Or maybe this is Fiancée Charlie?
“Are you comfy?” His eyes were dark as he sat in between my knees.
“Mhm.” I nodded.
“Now let me have my fun.” He slid my thong down my legs. The way he looked at me sent a shock to my vagina.
Before he was in my life, I hated everything about myself. I thought I was average on my best days. Charlie has made me feel special, loved, and appreciated like I was the most beautiful thing in the world. The funny thing is that you don’t believe it until one day, you do. He’s made me a more confident woman.
Charlie ran his hands down my leg, landing on my knee. He lowered himself between my legs and wrapped his arms around my thighs. His head hovered over the area, begging for attention. A moan escaped my throat.
“What’s wrong?” Charlie’s eyes met mine. His breath tickled my sensitive bud.
His tongue slid over my clit, and my back arched.
“It’s sensitive tonight.” He praised.
Charlie worked my sensitive bundle of nerves before lowering his mouth to my wet slit. His hands gripped my legs. My body was already writhing under his touch.
“More,” I begged.
He slid his thumb up to my clit and rubbed circles while his tongue slipped in and out of my pussy. He knew exactly the right rhythm that got me to my final destination.
“I told you we had pie at home.” He moaned against me.
I ran my fingers through his hair and pushed his head against me.
“You’re a bad girl, you know that?”
“What are you going to do about it?” I challenged.
He sat up and freed himself from his boxers. “This.”
Charlie sat back on his knees and reached for my nightstand drawer. He pulled out my new blue friend.
“Put this,” he moved the vibrator to my clit and waited for me to take it. “There.”
Charlie grabbed his dick and stroked it. Two of his fingers slid slowly and deeply into my pussy. Charlie deliberately stroked the spot that sent electric shocks throughout my body.
“Come for me.”
Four motions sent me over the edge. I came unwound under his touch. I rolled my head to the side to muffle my moans.
“Good girl.”
He positioned himself between my legs and slid his length up and down, teasing my clit.
“Tell me what you want.” He demanded. Charlie lowered himself and teased my slit.
I inhaled sharply at the sudden change. “I want you.”
“What do you want me to do to you?”
“I want you to slowly slide into my pussy as I stretch around you.”
“Like this?” He slid the tip in and slowly pushed forward.
I moaned. “Just like that.”
Charlie thrusted, careful to hit the desired spot. His tongue found my nipple and he had his fun. As his tongue swirled and licked my sensitive bud, I was losing my ability to keep myself together. My body was begging for me to give in and come.
“I’m close,” I admitted.
Charlie took that as his sign to go faster.
“I don’t want to come yet.”
He snapped out of the moment. “You don’t?”
I shook my head. “I want to come together.”
A grin spread across his face. “I like where this is going.”
“I want to ride you.”
“Yeah?” His blue eyes sparkled at the thought.
I nodded excitedly.
Charlie slid out of me to lay down and I whimpered at the sudden empty feeling.
“Give it a minute. I’ll be right back there.”
I positioned myself on top of him and slowly slid down his length, bracing myself against the headboard. My head fell back in ecstasy when I had him right where I needed him. I rocked my hips back and forth—first slowly, then faster.
Charlie’s large hands found my ass and squeezed as I bounced up and down.
“That feels so good, baby. Please don’t stop.” Charlie’s begging underneath me made me feel powerful—and like I was doing a good job.
I moaned in response.
I rocked my hips faster as the familiar feeling built in my lower belly. My motions got sloppy as my orgasm exploded. Every nerve ending in my body was standing at attention. Charlie grabbed my hips and one sloppy pump later spilled inside of me.
“What a way to celebrate getting engaged.” Charlie laid back on the pillow with his eyes closed. His chest was heaving.
“I couldn’t agree more.” I could feel my heart racing in my chest.
We stayed in our little world for a minute before we heard feet running towards our bedroom door.
“Oh shit!” I threw myself down next to Charlie and threw my discarded T-shirt back on.