Chapter 29
SAM
Sam forgot how to form words, so instead of trying, she raised herself up on her toes and pressed her lips urgently against his. Needing him to deliver on that promise as quickly as humanly possible.
Charlie yanked her into his arms, lifting her effortlessly from the ground and trapping her against his body. The warmth of him like fire pressed against hers like this, and she wanted to burn with it. Burn with him.
She wrapped her legs around his hips, needing to ease the ache there. The slippers Sam had on dangled from her feet, one slipping precariously low as she lost herself in his kiss. In the fire consuming her from head to toe.
Their lips were frantic at first, each kiss heated and demanding. The only sound in the air coming from their lips crashing together over and over again. Desperate sounds ripped from both of them in their need, the urgency that had been long denied apparent.
Charlie caught her bottom lip with his teeth, slowing them down for a moment. This time softer, gentler. Savoring each touch, each glide of their lips against one another, as if they had all the time in the world.
Electricity crackled up and down her body. They did have all the time in the world, and she was damned sure she’d spend all of it drowning in him.
Each kiss became exploratory, testing to see the exact way they could angle their lips to taste, to drink in the sensation of one another.
A clatter reverberated behind them as Sam’s slipper finally slid off the end and fell uselessly to the floor.
The sound seemed to startle Charlie as he stopped.
He pulled his lips away, much to her annoyance, but the thickness in his voice when he spoke stirred something feral in her blood.
“I want to, so fucking badly, but we can stop if you don’t want to.
We can stop here tonight if you need some time.
I’ve waited this long for you; I can wait a bit longer. ”
As incredibly romantic as the notion was, such a Charlie thing to offer that her lips tugged into a kiss-swollen smile, that wasn’t in her plans for the night. Unless Charlie indicated otherwise, she was sticking with her original plans for the foreseeable future.
All of which included Charlie’s body.
She shook her head, trailing her hands up to capture his face. “I want you to make love to me, so unless you want or need to stop, please don’t. Don’t ever stop.”
His fingers dug into her hips. “Hold onto me, baby. I’m taking you to bed.”
He adjusted his grip and carried her into the bedroom, as if she weighed nothing. His time at the gym was paying out in spades, and she made a mental note to join him the next time he went.
Her feet barely touched the ground before she was grabbing his shirt, pulling at it to expose the toned muscles of his stomach. Desperation licked at her heels—she wanted to touch him, to feel him against her in the ways she’d only ever dreamed of late at night.
The flat expanse of his stomach flexed under her hands as she lingered.
The steely muscles beneath her fingers were firm to the touch, with only a slight tremor indicating how much he was trying to hold on to his self-control.
She had no interest in that. She wanted him feral, absolutely ravenous for her.
Her fingers grazed his skin there, following the trail of hair as it led down further and disappeared into the waistband of his pants.
They undressed one another, coming together in gentle, teasing kisses between each garment that was removed. It was a slow and sensual dance that felt almost as intimate as the act they were about to do together.
When she finally removed Charlie’s boxers, she took a moment to admire him.
She’d always imagined what his dick would look like, not that she’d ever admit that aloud, but nothing beat the real thing.
Long and hard with a slight upward curve, Sam’s mouth watered.
It had been quite a while since she’d last had sex with anyone, and his size made her briefly wonder about the logistics of fitting it inside of her, but the burning need in her demanded she try.
Charlie pushed her back onto the bed, the image of a dark god of pure masculinity as he stood there in the shadows of light from the bedroom lamp behind him.
Every bit of him was highlighted starkly against the light, showing off every inch of his glorious form.
Sam had known Charlie was handsome, but he was downright divine without clothes on.
Openly ogling him felt dirty in a way that was unexpected, but she liked it.
But she liked the way he was looking at her almost as much.
Charlie hovered there in front of her, his broad shoulders blocking out the light and casting a shadow over her.
His chest rose and fell as if labored—as if he were having a hard time holding himself back, forcing himself into a statuesque state as he drank her in like he was sipping on a vintage wine.
She splayed against the sheets, unable to hide her nakedness from him.
Not wanting to hide it from him. Normally, she would have clasped at the sheets to cover herself, found something to shield her body.
Anything to hide the embarrassment at being so open and vulnerable in front of someone like this.
She did none of that in this moment.
In fact, she wanted him to see her, to touch her, to taste her. She wanted it all, and she wanted it now—nearly delirious with need and desire.
Sam had never felt like she was a particularly sexy or sultry person, but she felt like the sexiest woman on earth with the way Charlie watched her. His hungry eyes roved over her from head to toe, his nostrils flaring at her exposed breasts and the soft curls between her legs.
“Fuck, if you’re not the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he rasped before falling to his knees before her. He crawled to her, hovering in a way that caused the hair on his chest to tickle her nipples, pebbled and begging for his touch.
First, she wanted to touch him. She’d spent far too many years imaging what his body would feel like, and she wanted to touch him before she lost all sense of reason.
Before he had time to process what she was doing Sam’s hands trailed and took his cock in her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. She luxuriated in the way it felt, the shaft pulsing with need.
Charlie squeezed his eyes shut, his mouth agape with a silent Oh.
She’d replay that image in her mind for years to come, the sheer lust and desire etched into his features at her doing.
He was making these expressions, these delicious sounds, because of her.
She was drunk on that knowledge as she stroked his length, watching carefully from beneath him.
The velvety hardness of his erection felt magnificent in her grasp.
The length of it was impressive enough, seeing it stand so erect and at attention, but the feeling of her hand barely encapsulating around it made her only that much wetter.
Sam knew that she would formulate many, many plans with what she wanted to do with Charlie’s cock in the time to come.
He allowed her a few slow, languid pumps of his heated flesh. Testing, teasing. His body shuddering under her fingers was the most incredibly arousing sensation she’d ever known. Sam squirmed underneath him as she fought her own arousal just so she could continue watching.
A low groan rumbled through him when she picked up speed and tightened her grasp. The sound made her feel like a queen, but when he let out a low “Fuck” next to her ear, she felt like a goddess.
Teasing him, she angled his cock to rub the tip of him against her slick core, but he immediately grabbed her hand and wrenched it away, appearing almost pained with desire as he did.
“Baby, I’m not gonna last very long if you keep doing that,” he rasped, the little breathless hitch at the end of his statement more arousing than Sam expected. His bare skin against hers was wholly divine when he finally pressed her down into the mattress, and she wanted more.
But the sensation didn’t last long when he immediately pulled away and started to lower himself down her body. His lips pressed gentle kisses along her heated skin as he slid lower and lower.
How she had not already exploded at how incredible it felt for him to touch her like this, she’d never know.
A soft gasp left her unexpectedly when Charlie’s tongue trailed from her navel down toward her soaking pussy. Fire danced along her skin with each movement of his teasing tongue along her all-too-sensitive body.
He easily spread her legs and settled between her thighs—opening her like a feast for him to devour. She bit her lower lip to fight the protest she was about to make. No one had ever gone down on her before, but the hunger and voraciousness in his eyes had her losing the will to argue.
Words couldn’t explain the feeling of his tongue burying itself in her pussy other than bliss.
He swirled his tongue around her sensitive clit, lapping at it with enough pressure for her to already start panting in need, her toes curling.
A twinge of jealousy coursed through her at whoever taught him how to do that.
At the same time, she wanted to thank whoever it was.
When he suckled and growled against her, she decided she might send whoever it was a basket of roses, as well, just to be safe.
A moan escaped her lips when she gazed down at him between her thighs. He looked like a man starved, his sandy-brown hair tousled wildly and his blue eyes sparkling as they met hers, watching her every reaction as if he derived pleasure from just watching her.
He greedily yanked her back to him when the movement accidentally pulled her away. The sound of his hungry growl vibrated through him and up her nerve endings. She was dangerously on the edge, and she knew she wouldn’t last if he continued.