Chapter 29 #2
Part of her wanted him to continue, to ride his tongue until she was at heaven’s gates—but that’s not how she wanted her first orgasm with Charlie to be.
She wanted the first time Charlie made her come to be when he was fucking her into the bed.
With his glorious cock plunging into her like a deranged beast so blind with pleasure that neither of them could stand it.
“Charlie… Please, I want you in me now… Please, put it in…” she begged. It didn’t even sound like her, despite knowing that it was. The words sounded desperate, the edges slurred from her own desire.
He moved without question, leaving her soaking pussy open to the cool air. A whimper of protest escaped her from his withdrawal, needing to feel his skin against hers once again. She felt so sensitive from his gentle, yet somehow bruising, touch that she wanted more. Needed more.
Charlie fished a condom out of the nightstand, his movements nearly as frenzied as her thundering heartbeat.
He tore the foil packet open with his teeth, something about the action feeling erotic.
Another moan ripped from her throat at the sight, surprising her that he wasn’t even touching her, and her body was literally crying out for him.
He flashed her a mischievous yet knowing smile as he rolled the condom down his length.
His fingers trembled just enough for her to notice as he sheathed himself.
The weight of him settled back on top of her, pressing her firmly into the mattress.
It was a sensation that felt both comforting and reassuring one moment, then fiery and lustful the next.
Charlie pressed his forehead against hers as he grabbed his cock and positioned himself.
“Last chance?” he whispered fervently, the last semblance of his self-control apparently on a thread.
Sam’s throat felt tight as her entire body focused solely on the feeling of his thick cock pressed at her entrance.
She couldn’t haven’t spoken if she wanted to, all she wanted was his sweet heat inside of her.
Her body was already lingering on the edge of bliss from his previous ministrations, so she simply nodded.
Those beautiful eyes of his were on her, watching her, gauging her reactions as he began sliding into her.
Inch by painstaking inch, he stretched her nearly to capacity.
Her body welcomed his length eagerly, despite his size and girth.
There was a dull ache as he pushed in, but it was well worth it.
It felt so right, so incredible, that Sam was simply gasping for air.
He paused whenever she tensed, her body accommodating him as if it always knew it belonged to him, but he didn’t stop.
Every inch that sank into her pussy was nearly her undoing just to watch the pleasure erupt across Charlie’s face as he pushed tortuously slowly into her. His eyes hooded over in pleasure.
A groan escaped him when he finally buried himself to the hilt, rolling his head back as if it were too much even for him to experience such pleasure.
His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, and Sam couldn’t resist the urge to touch him. She leaned up and ran her tongue along the length of it—wanting to taste his pleasure, to taste the sounds he was already holding back. To her delight, Charlie let out a helpless cry and bucked his hips against her.
He seemed to have liked that.
He began moving above her, with her, but she felt the dull ache inside her sting as she clenched around him. He was large, and it had been a while, so she let out a gasp.
“Fuck—Charlie,” she whimpered.
Upon hearing her, he stopped. “Are you okay?”
His gaze was intense beneath half-closed eyelids. He remained unnervingly still, with tender caution, as if he was afraid that he had hurt her. His arms trembled with the effort, and it only sent a little thrill of pleasure down to her core.
She nodded. “I’m okay. Don’t stop.”
She lifted her hands to cup his face, framing it with a loving touch as she kissed him.
Oh, the hours, days, weeks, she’d spend kissing this man.
She would make it her life’s mission to do so.
That and finding out more ways to elicit the sounds he was making, swallowing his moans of pleasure like the sweetest drink she’d ever tasted.
Charlie wasted no time before he began moving, the slow drag of his cock pulling from her body before pushing back in—their pace luxuriously slow and deliberate as their bodies acclimated to one another in a deliciously wicked dance that Sam couldn’t imagine ever doing with anybody else.
Her body was his—it always had been.
“More,” she begged as she started clawing at him. “Please, Charlie…”
Charlie lifted her hips with his hands, changing the angle and increasing his pace as he began thrusting harder, deeper, forcing a moan to barrel out of her.
Was this what sex was supposed to feel like? If so, she had been missing out on a lot. She held onto him, her hips greeting his in loud slaps of flesh against flesh, the sound dirty and passionate as they soon became frantic for one another, feverishly thrusting together.
It felt as if they were making up for the many years that they could have spent doing this together.
Lights flickered behind her eyelids when he adjusted her in his grip once more, his cock slamming straight into a particular spot that had her eyes rolling into the back of her skull.
It shocked the hell out of her, the pleasure blinding as the tip of his cock repeatedly pounded against this magical spot that she didn’t even know existed until then.
Holy shit. What the hell was he doing to her?
Her body was no longer her own, responding only to him. Spasming around him as if it were wild and wanton with the promises his body was making hers. Incoherent words spilled from her lips, though she wasn’t sure exactly what they were.
Charlie’s grin appeared through the haze of pleasure quickly taking over her senses, as if her delirium had been his goal the entire time.
“Charlie,” she cried out, arching into him as she began hurtling toward release, so close now that she could practically taste it.
She began clenching around him, gasping with each movement barreling her forward.
Charlie angled her hips to help him focus on the spot he’d found inside of her, continuing to hit it until stars began to shine beneath her eyelids.
She let out more helpless cries, unable to contain her voice as she moaned and cried out feverishly.
“You feel so…” His voice was quiet for a second before he exploded in a rough growl, “Fuck.”
That did her in. Her reaction was swift and violent as she came apart—crying out in ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure slammed into her with such an intensity that she had never experienced before.
Her entire body convulsed around him and sizzled through each nerve ending. Choked, helpless cries rang out of her. Her voice felt rough as she realized she had started chanting Charlie’s name, unsure how such a sound could be wrenched from her lungs without her knowledge.
He whispered praises into her ear as she rode out her orgasm—telling her what a good girl she was coming for him like that, telling her good her pussy felt wrapped around his cock, how close he was to his own release.
Like hushed, silent prayers honoring her very being.
His voice had never sounded so sweet—or so darkly sexy—before, but his words somehow extended the electricity pinging around her nerves, her orgasm lasting far longer than she’d experienced before.
Of course she’d gotten herself off plenty over the years, but all of that paled in comparison. And it didn’t stop there, as only a few more quick thrusts and Charlie followed, his body quivering around her with the force of his own release.
The sound Charlie made as he came was, by far, the most incredibly sexy thing she’d ever experienced in her life.
Her own orgasm still thrummed in her veins, her body threatening to send her barreling down the gauntlet once more.
His cock pulsed wildly inside of her as his hips lazily thrust into her once, twice more, before he slowed.
His head dropped to her shoulder, his breath so close to her ear that it caused her to shudder.
His eyes were on her as they recovered, both of their bodies still humming with pleasure.
“Am I…” Sam started as her heart slowed enough for her to speak. “Am I dead?”
Charlie chuckled breathlessly. “I don’t think so, but they do call it the little death for a reason, I guess. But… I’m sorry…”
She stared up at him with confusion. She was still returning to planet earth after such an out-of-this-world orgasm that she had no clue what he meant. Much less what the hell he could possibly be sorry about.
Giving her the best orgasm of her life?
Turning her into putty?
“What could you possibly—” she started, swallowing. “What could you possibly be sorry about right now?” He moistened his lips with his tongue, a tongue that had only moments ago been buried in her pussy, sending a flicker of the memory straight down Sam’s body.
“I didn’t—I mean, I didn’t last very long,” he panted.
Unable to contain her surprise, Sam burst into laughter, the sound nearly catching in her throat as she struggled to breathe momentarily.
She turned her head to the side, a hand pressed to her mouth to stifle it the best that she could.
“What, were you timing yourself? Or better, you thought I’d have the wherewithal to even think to? ”
“Don’t laugh!” he protested, though he couldn’t suppress his own laughter. “I was trying to last long enough to make you come again, but I couldn’t do it.”
This man was too cute for his own good, she was sure of it.
“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me,” she panted. “Besides, I was a little busy having the best orgasm I’ve ever had, so I was a bit distracted.”
“Is that a fact?” he hummed, his voice dangerously thick with renewed interest and seeming a little too pleased with himself for her liking.
“Shut up. You know it was.”
His pupils were dilated when they locked eyes again, appearing almost completely black with how blown out with desire they were, and she felt another wave of lust course through.
How the hell could she possibly want him again so soon afterwards? She was completely spent, but seeing the way Charlie was gazing at her again made her want to do it all over.
She really needed to pace herself, or she wouldn’t last the night.
“You will be the death of me, Charlie Backman,” she teased, giving him a quick kiss. “Give little Charlie a break first before you kill him.”
Wickedness flickered in those dark pools of his. “Little?”
She giggled. “You know what I mean. You can’t possibly have the energy for another round already.”
“You wound me. You think that’s all I have in me? I could do this all night long—will do this all night long.”
She grinned. “Is that so?”
“It is. I’ve wanted this for a long, long time—to be inside of you, feeling your pussy quivering around my cock,” he purred into her ear, kicking her pulse into high gear.
She was about to protest as he pulled away from her, but before she could react, he grabbed her and rolled her onto her stomach. With a firm grip, he yanked her hips upward, positioning her on her knees in front of him, ass in the air.
She gasped in surprise, quickly turning into a moan when he ground his pelvis against her ass, feeling the unmistakable length of his cock already pressing urgently against her.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he growled, toying with her entrance with a lazy finger. The feeling forced her face into the mattress as her pussy quivered under his ministrations, ready for them to start anew.
He circled her clit with his thumb, earning a groan. She pushed urgently into his hand as he teased her. Lust and desire had long overridden her, and she was needy for his touch, for his cock, for his lips on her skin once more.
He leaned away just long enough to reach into the nearby drawer to fish out another condom, holding her down with one hand like he was afraid she’d run if he didn’t.
As if.
She’d squirm under Charlie Backman’s touch for as long as he let her.
Despite her position, she couldn’t resist glancing over her shoulder to watch him.
A light sheen of sweat coated his chest from their previous round, and she had a mind to turn and lick it off him.
If only she could, but with her ass in the air for him, she decided to mark that in her to-do list for next time.
A list that grew with every passing second.
He took another foil packet and ripped it open with his teeth.
The heat in his eyes, the barely contained hunger, burned there as he rolled it on.
She took the moment to appreciate the length of him again.
Her teeth dug into her lips, knowing that something that big had fit into her and was about to be in her again.
She had a lot of ideas about what she wanted to do with that cock in the future.
Charlie returned to rubbing her entrance, replacing his finger with the tip of his cock. Her answering purrs of pleasured seemed to egg him on, continuing his torturous path against her.
“Tell me what you want, Sam,” he growled, the barely contained self-control once again teetering on the edge.
She didn’t want his self control, though; she wanted him to snap and plunge mindlessly into her like there was no tomorrow.
She let out a breathy laugh, amazed that she could form words at this point. “You really need to ask me at a time like this?”
Another gasp escaped her when he leaned over to run a string of kisses down her spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. “Communication is going to be important for us going forward, so I need to hear the words. I need to hear how much you want this. How much you want me.”
“Please, Charlie,” she whined, barely above a whisper.
“Please, what?”
She dug her nails into the sheets beneath her. “Please fuck me again.”
“Good girl,” he ground out, entering her in a fierce thrust that had her seeing stars again. She thought he would take her hard then, fucking her down into the mattress, but he didn’t. Each slow thrust was calculated and laced with desire. His. Hers. Theirs together.
When she whimpered, desperately wanting to feel more of him, he chuckled low in his throat. “Baby, I’m going to fuck you stupid tonight, so just hold on for the ride.”