Chapter 24 #2
In a single move, I drop her onto the bed, and she bounces, releasing a surprised laugh.
I drink her in: blond hair fanned out against the maroon comforter, cerulean eyes peering up beneath thick lashes, a carefree smile, and flushed cheeks.
I capture the mental image, locking it away to cherish for eternity before I continue, her breasts rising and falling in time with her breath.
That dress has teased me for the last few hours, and I plan to rip it off her.
My chest buzzes with anticipation as she looks up at me with vivid desire. “Are you just going to stare?” she teases.
“I’ve been waiting two years for this moment, bruja. I plan to take my time.” I lean over her, my hands splayed on both sides of her head, my lips hovering inches from hers. “Savor every moment, taste every inch of your skin, worship every part of you.”
Her jaw falls, and she blinks as I tug at the small bow holding the top of her dress together. It falls open, leaving her breasts bare, a small pendant dangling between them.
I trail a finger down her breastbone to the iridescent stone, and her skin pebbles.
“Tell me, bruja , do you like it soft and sweet?” I ask, my dick straining in my pants as her breathing grows erratic and her pupils dilate. “Or do you want it rough and hot?”
Charlie pulls her lip between her teeth, chewing on the plush skin.
I’ve thought about this moment, imagined every debauched scenario, but the ones that replay the most are the ones where she’s begging for more, so desperate for my cock that she’s willing to beg me to please her.
My hand continues south until I’m hovering at the apex of her thighs, toying with the hem of her dress.
“If I slipped my hand beneath your panties, what would I find?” I hum. “Would you be wet for me?”
“I-I…uh,” she stutters.
It’s idiotic to find her bumbling sexy, but to know I affect her is powerful knowledge. Evens the playing field.
“Should we find out?” I ask, and she nods frantically. “ Use your words.”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.” I slip my hand beneath her sundress, dancing my fingers along the band of her white lace underwear. I dip my fingers and almost come undone from how wet she is for me.
Do not come in your pants, Mateo.
It’s a genuine concern as I slide my thumb over her clit and her head falls back, a moan tumbling from her lips. My heartbeat is an erratic thing, nearly bursting from my chest as she lifts her hips, seeking pleasure.
My hand pauses as her beauty overwhelms me. It shouldn’t be possible to crave someone the way I crave Charlie. I should be embarrassed by how desperately I want her. Scientists should study the effects she has on me, mind, body, and spirit.
Charlie’s eyelids crack open to find me openly admiring her, and her cheeks flush a rosy hue.
“Dress off,” I demand in a gravel-rough voice. She silently obeys the command, stripping the sundress over her head and leaving her bare from the waist up.
I can barely breathe, barely function with her lying on the bed, but my feet move and my knees fall until I’m kneeling on the floor, ready to seek my salvation.
Her ankles dangle off the mattress, and I wrap my hands around them and tug her to the edge. A loud, shocked squeal bounces off the walls, followed by a laugh-filled “Mateo!”
Lust strikes my cock as her giggles fill the air, and my hands move from her ankles, along her calves, up to the smooth skin of her inner thighs. She jerks when I grab the band of her panties and slide them down her legs.
My pulse races like a stampede of wildebeest barreling toward water after a long drought. I shake away the trembling in my fingers and toss her underwear over my shoulder. Charlie laughs again, but it’s quickly cutoff by a moan when I dip my head and drag my tongue across her slit .
She tastes better than I could have imagined, and desire knots at the base of my dick when she releases a soft mewl. For a split second, I have to pause to pull a ragged breath of air into my lungs.
I’d do just about anything to hear more of those needy little whimpers.
Her hips lift as I swirl my tongue around her clit, and I study every moan and sigh she releases. I want to commit every inch of her to memory.
“ Fuck, ” she groans when I slide a finger inside her, her walls pulsing as I continue my work.
I’m rock solid behind my zipper, so hard it physically hurts, but the pain morphs into deep pleasure as she squirms beneath my tongue.
But it’s more than her sounds that send me to the edge. It’s the open adoration in her expression and how her fingers snake into my hair and possessively grip the strands.
The pressure at the base of my spine is unbearable, and when I slip another finger inside and she clenches around them, I nearly lose control.
Timing my movements with my tongue, I drive us both to the edge of madness. When I suck her clit between my teeth, her hips buck wildly and she pulls me away from the apex of her thighs.
Shame. I’m still starving.
I swipe away her pleasure coating my chin before licking my lips, and lust compounds at the base of my spine when her grip turns deadly and her chest heaves with exertion.
“Do you need something, bruja?” I purr. “I’m trying to eat.” Her focus drops to my erection, which is straining against my pants, and when they reconnect with mine, they’re full of hunger. “Do you want my cock?” I ask, my voice vibrating with need. She nods. “Take what’s yours.”
Charlie rises, her hands shaking as she undoes my belt and slips it off. My breath hitches when she grazes my shaft as she pulls down the zipper. She tugs at the band of my underwear, and my cock pops out, so hard I’m resting against my abdomen, a small bead of pre cum forming on the tip.
Fuck.
I thought I was strong enough to last, but even without her touch, I’m ready to combust.
Her fingers gently wrap around me, pumping up and down a few times, before she lets go and rises onto her knees. The kiss she offers is probing and unsure as she unbuttons my shirt and slides it off.
Sparks shoot down my arms as her hands explore while we kiss, and I can feel the small tremble in her fingers as she passes along the planes of my skin. Heart slamming against my ribcage, I traverse the gentle slope of her spine and cup her ass, lifting her into the air.
Her legs wrap around my waist, and I spin to sit on the bed with her in my lap.
Charlie breaks the kiss and cups my jaw. The reverent touch sends a wave of warmth across my limbs, and I lean into the contact, savoring how a simple touch is capable of expressing so much.
“I’m breaking my rules,” she whispers.
“Rules?”
“No lights. No missionary. No sleepovers.”
Her inner thigh grazes against my dick, and I hiss. Soft curves mold to my palms as I slide them up until my fingers tangle in her hair. I wrap the honey curls around my knuckles, pulling her head back to expose her neck to me.
I suck on the column of her throat, moving left, then right, leaving angry red marks that scream mine .
Charlie whimpers, squirming in my lap. “Mateo, please .”
“Do you like breaking the rules, bruja?” With my free hand, I guide her palm over my cock. “Do you like knowing how badly you affect me?”
“I like breaking the rules with you,” she replies, nearly snapping the tether holding me back.
Releasing her, I lie back on the bed and grab her hips, lifting her up and guiding her to hover over my face. I can smell her arousal, and my dick twitches from the sight of her thighs slick and ready for me.
“Sit,” I command, digging my fingers into her skin. She gasps when I tug her down.
“Mateo…” She trails off, uncertain.
“I’ve dreamed of this, bruja . Make it my reality.”
She gulps but lowers her hips so she’s hovering right over my lips. Close, but not close enough. My hand collides with her ass, and she yelps, but her pupils enlarge with desire. There’s my girl .
Her thighs bracket my cheeks as she sits, and I drag my tongue up her slit to circle her clit.
“Oh, fuck ,” Charlie moans, one hand falling back to rest on my upper thigh, her nails imprinting half-moons on my flesh.
Maybe I’ll add a third tattoo—those small little marks to remind both of us who I belong to.
I nip and lick, chasing every breathy sound she offers me until I’m high on her, on this moment.
Peering up over hooded lids, I find her lost in the pleasure, tweaking her nipple between her finger and thumb, her head tossed back.
The view is fucking magnificent as she grinds her hips against my jaw.
Her breath hitches, and her thighs begin to shake. I drag her down by the globes of her ass, sucking her clit between my teeth.
“I’m gonna…” She trails off, breath shaky. “Oh, Neptune.”
Charlie’s grip tightens as she climaxes, grinding her hips against my five-o’clock shadow as she moans. I don’t stop my assault until she’s pushing off my chest and flopping onto the bed.
Her breath is erratic, but she chokes out, “Holy fucking Neptune.”
“Mateo,” I correct, leaning over her. “Not Neptune. Mateo. ”
I can feel the cocky smile tugging my cheeks upward as Charlie lies on the bed, sated and content.
Her hair is splayed along the pillow, and I lean down to place a kiss on her chest. One by one, I move from scar to scar, doing what I told myself I always would if I had the opportunity: pour admiration into each wound.
As I reach the long, straight scar on her hip, Charlie mutters, “Broke my pelvis.”
I move up to the curved one along her abdomen from her spleen removal. I continue my path, peppering kisses along her chest on all the small marks before I reach her face.
Starting at her temple, I offer languid kisses along the raised flesh. When I’m done, there are tears pooling on her lashes.
“You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever beheld,” I admit. Her hands fly to cover her face, but I peel them away. “Only the truth.”
“I…Thank you,” she says, her face flaming.
I lean down to kiss her when she grabs my shaft, squeezing slightly. She catches my moan with a kiss as she quickens her pace, tightening her grip at the base. Charlie nibbles at my lower lip, pulling it between her teeth, and it’s all it takes for the pressure at my spine to coil like a spring.
My muscles tighten as I barrel closer to completion. Is it a tad embarrassing that I’m about to come from a hand job? Maybe, but I thought I was going to come in my fancy pants. A win is a win.
Charlie kisses me, her hand picking up speed until I combust, spilling all over her chest, covering her with spurts of cum. My breath is uneven, ragged, and when I rise and realize she looks claimed, I lose my breath completely.
Regardless if she knows it yet or not, Charlie Bowen is mine. Mine to cherish. Mine to worship. Mine to keep .