Chapter 9 #2
Bending down, I wrap my lips around her left nipple and suck. Charli cries out, her available hand moving to my head and holding me firmly in place. Her back arches as I lap at her nipple, her pussy rocking forward as if desperately seeking friction.
“Oh God,” she whispers, squeezing her hand around my cock and almost making me come. “Hurry.”
She moves back, dislodging her nipple from my lips and dives back into my pants.
She pushes down my boxer briefs and licks her lips when she zeroes in on my cock.
Anticipation races through my veins, a lightning of desire so fierce and reckless, at the thought of her dropping to her knees right now.
If she did, I’d explode, unable to last more than a single lick of her warm, hot tongue against the one place I’ve ached for her for too long.
But that’s not what she does.
Faster than I’ve ever seen a woman strip, she kicks off her slip-on shoes and slides her leggings and panties off together, tossing them to the side. Then, she hops up on the table and spreads her legs.
In invitation.
As much as I’d love to just sit and stare at her smooth, shaved pussy, that’s not going to happen right now.
Using a firm fist around my cock, she pulls me forward, sliding the head of my dick across her soaking wet core.
My God, she’s dripping with need, the wetness gliding down her spread thighs.
I want nothing more than to lick it away, to make her come with my tongue, but not now.
Charli leans back and the head of my cock breaches her pussy.
That’s when it hits me.
“Fuck,” I mutter, placing my hands on the table and halting her forward movement.
“Yes, exactly.”
“No, I don’t have a condom.” The words barely push past my dry throat as realization sets in.
“It’s fine,” she states, sliding my cock through the wetness. “I’m on the pill.”
She lines me up at her entrance and my hips buck forward, entirely on their own.
“Charli,” I mutter, my eyes closing as the glorious sensations course through my body. “I’ve never…”
She stills as a gasp slips from her lips. “You’re a virgin?”
“What?” My eyes open and meet her wide ones. “No, I’m not a virgin. I’ve never done this without protection before.”
“Oh,” she replies, visibly relaxing. “I’m on the pill, and I haven’t been with anyone since Richard.” Her words fall off, and I almost don’t hear the tail end of her statement. Clearing her throat, she adds, “I was tested after him, after he…”
I bring my hand up and run my fingers across her soft cheek. “He’s the biggest fucking douchebag I’ve ever known.”
She lifts her chin and nods. “He is.”
“He fucked up bad,” I tell her, taking my cock from her hand and gliding it across her clit. “He’ll regret his mistake for the rest of his life, I’m certain.”
“I don’t want to talk about him,” she murmurs, licking her lips.
“Me either,” I state, slowly pushing forward. I do my best to ignore the overwhelming feel of her tight, hot pussy wrapping around me, but it’s so fucking hard.
No pun intended.
When I’m fully seated, we both pause, taking deep breaths.
For me, I’m just trying not to lose it like the virgin she thought I might be.
How embarrassing would that be, finally balls deep in the woman you’ve fantasized and jacked off to more times than should be legal, and you blow your load the moment you finally slide inside her body.
“Move,” Charli demands, trying to rock her hips.
“I’m giving you a second,” I tell her, not wanting to hurt her in any way.
“I don’t need a second, Quinn. I need an orgasm. Now.” Her internal muscles squeeze around me, as if letting me know it’s time to move.
And just like that, the thread of control I was hanging on to snaps.
I pull back and thrust forward, slamming into her and causing the table she’s sitting on to shift backward.
Grabbing the underside of it, I pull her back toward me and do it again.
Her legs wrap around my waist, her heels locked at my lower back as my hips start to move.
I focus on her body, on the smooth skin, her hard nipples as her tits bounce, on the way she rolls her hips. Then, I look down between her legs. The sight of her pussy taking my cock is something I’ll never forget. Like a tattoo, this moment with her will be written on my mind forever.
She wraps her arms around my neck, as if holding on for dear life. I can feel her muscles tighten around me, and as much as I’d like to drag this moment out for hours—days, even—I know I can’t. My balls are already tight, my spine tingling as my release builds.
But I need to get her there first.
Sliding my hand between us, I keep pumping my hips as I glide my finger across her swollen clit. Charli cries out, her eyes pinched closed tightly as I manipulate her clit. Her muscles clamp down on me, and I know she’s close too.
“Get there, Charli,” I instruct, trying to keep my motions smooth. My entire body is sweating now, a combination of the exertion and trying to hold back my release.
“So close,” she whispers. “Oh God.”
I focus on her clit and rolling my hips while I’m buried deep inside her. Leaning forward, I claim her lips with mine and thrust, sending her spiraling over the edge.
“Quinn,” she proclaims, her pussy squeezing me so hard it’s difficult to move.
Pausing, I just feel the spasm around me, which triggers my own release.
I come hard, pumping my hips as the euphoria sweeps over me. It’s like free-falling through the clouds, a blissful peace surrounding me. Nothing else exists except me, Charli, and the way I feel right now.
Her lips are soft as we both come down from our release. “Damn,” I mutter, her warm breath fanning my face as she chuckles.
“Yeah.”
I pull back, gazing down at her gorgeous face. She’s wearing a smile and glowing like I’ve never seen before. It makes my cock jump, eager to keep that look on her face for as long as I possibly can. She finally meets my gaze, looking completely satisfied and well fucked.
A wave of pride washes over me.
I did that to her.
And dammit, I want to do it again.
“What do you say, Charli? Round two?