Chapter 37 – Charlie #2
“Please,” she begs. “I want this, I just…just don’t touch my neck?” My eyes widen, realising what she’s trying to tell me.
Her neck is a trigger. Fuck. “I’m so sor-” her lips slam down on mine, interrupting my apology.
“You didn’t know. I didn’t know.” She pulls back, smiling down at me, her hair falling over her shoulders, tickling my neck and effectively distracting me for a moment. But it only lasts a few seconds before reality comes crashing back in. Whether I knew it or not, I triggered her. Me.
“Hey, I mean it. I’m okay. I promise.” She continues pressing kisses against my lips and while I kiss her back, it’s tentatively.
“I want this,” she repeats between kisses. “I haven't been with anyone since…I want it to be you. I need it to be you.” She presses her forehead against mine and I breathe her in, relaxing at the confidence in her voice.
“I trust you, Charlie.” Kiss. “I-I love you.” Every single atom in my body freezes, zeroing in on those three words. “Always have, always will.”
My resolve snaps, and my jaw works in tandem with hers. The kiss isn’t frantic or urgent like earlier, the strokes of my tongue are long and relaxed as we come together, savouring it.
When she pulls back with a smile, her hands reach for the hem of my shirt and slip beneath it, brushing against my skin. My muscles twitch and spasm as she roams up, pulling my shirt with her.
Sitting up, I grab the collar at the back of my neck, pulling it over my head and let it pool beside us. I press a kiss to her collarbone, then another to the other side, my hands brushing down her arms and settling on her hips.
We share a look, and she nods at my unspoken question. Gently, I grip the bottom of her shirt and slowly raise it. Her arms lift, allowing me to pull it off and it joins mine on the floor.
My hand comes up, cupping her jaw and my thumb gently brushes over her bottom lip. My eyes trace a path down her body, taking in the grey cotton bra she’s wearing and the full breasts that fill them.
I take in all the changes I can see of her body since the last time I saw her like this. Her breasts are bigger, her stomach softer with light purple stretchmarks, likely from her pregnancy, but beneath that I can see the thin silver lines that create a map across her skin.
I swallow around the lump in my throat, tracing a particular jagged scar that sits just below her bottom rib and her hand comes up to cover it.
Hoping I’m not once again fucking up, I wrap my arms around her and roll us so she’s lying beneath me.
Her eyes open and she lets out a surprised gasp.
Holding her eye, I slowly make my way down her body, lowering myself until I can press a kiss to one of her scars directly above her hand.
Then I do it again for another, and another.
“Every version of you,” I whisper, repeating what I said earlier. “You never have to hide from me Bonnie.”
I watch as her throat convulses as she swallows, her chest stuttering on a breath and her hands close into a fist before she closes her eyes, takes a deep breath and moves her hand.
“While I hate how you came to wear these-” I continue pressing kisses across all of the silvery scars that run across her skin. “-They are beautiful. They are a road map of your strength.
“No one should have to endure what you were made to, but you not only survived, you got yourself out. These scars are proof of that. You’re here, living, breathing and where is he? He’s six feet under and long forgotten.”
She opens her eyes, and I can see tears in them, but the pain I caught a glimpse of earlier is gone.
She laces her fingers through the strands of my hair, and I feel the pressure she exerts on the top of my head. I smile against her skin and press another kiss to her stomach, before moving lower, going exactly where she’s directing me.
Stopping at the hem of her pants, I look up, my eyes meeting hers. “Are you sure?” When she nods, I quickly sit up, working the button of her jeans open, not looking away from her eyes.
At some point when she was working, she must have removed her contacts because they’re the gorgeous shade of green that I love to see.
Slowly, making sure the tips of my fingers brush against her skin, I pull her jeans down her legs. Her breathing picks up, goosebumps rising behind my touch, and I waste no time tossing them away as I part her knees.
I my finger across her kiss swollen lips, moving down to her jaw and skipping her neck as I trace a path that is featherlight across her skin.
Starting at her collarbone, I move down onto her breasts, circling her nipple.
My eyes follow the path, my forehead resting against her cheek as I watch her nipple tighten beneath my touch, stiffening into a hardened peak.
The sight captivates me, so I do it again until she lets out a little whimper and I finally move down her body.
Her stomach flutters, twitching and spasming at the barely there touch, and I chuckle wondering if she’s still ticklish there for a moment before moving on.
As my finger continues down through her curls, she lets out a groan. “Oh my God, wait.”
I immediately freeze, pulling back so her face comes back into focus. “What’s wrong?”
There’s a deep red blush creeping up her chest and cheeks, her eyes are scrunched closed and she’s hiding behind her hands as she mumbles out her answer, but it’s too muffled for me to understand.
Gently, I pry her hands away from her face and hold them in mine. Whatever this is, I don’t think I’ve triggered her again. She’s not upset or in pain either, she’s…flustered, embarrassed even. “What did I say about hiding from me? Tell me, Bonnie.”
She lets out another long-frustrated groan before she mumbles her answer, this time her lips not moving. Amusement fills me and it’s a struggle to keep a straight face. I think I know what she said, but just to be sure… “I’m sorry, what was that?”
Her nostrils flare in annoyance, and she glares at me. “I haven’t shaved. There I said it!”
The smile I was fighting breaks free, and I tilt my head to the side. “Okay, your point?”
“Are you serious? I haven’t shaved. Anywhere. God this is so-” I cut her words off with another kiss, which is quickly becoming my favourite way to silence her spiralling rambles.
“Do you really think that’s what I’m thinking about right now?”
“I um…” her brows pinch, her cheeks deepening an even darker shade of red which I didn’t think was possible, and I grind my jean covered cock into her.
“Trust me, you having not shaved your legs, or between them, is the furthest thing from my mind right now. You could be covered from head to toe in hair like some sort of Wookie-”
“Gross!” She laughs, but I keep going.
“-and it still wouldn’t make the top ten things going through my head right now. You know what is though?” I press a kiss to her lips.
“All I can think about right now is that I can’t wait to taste you, to sink my cock inside you.” I punctuate my words by thrusting against her centre. Her eyelids flutter, her eyes rolling back as pleasure courses through her body.
I smirk. I know that face.
Lowering myself down, I press a kiss to her core. Loving the little noises, it elicits as I run my tongue through her folds for the first time since we were teens trying to work out what the fuck we were doing.
She lets out a soft whimper at the first stroke and I look up, meeting her eyes with a smirk as I very deliberately do it again, slower this time.
Her pupils are blown wide, so much I can barely see the green of her irises, her lips parting and her thighs trembling beneath my hands.
Fuck her husband. He was the biggest idiot on this planet. He had her, all of her and rather than cherish and adore her, he tried to snuff her out.
I’m glad he doesn’t get to see her like this. He will never get to taste her arousal on his tongue, feel her body tremble in ecstasy with her head thrown back, hair splayed out around her when just the right amount of pressure is applied to her clit.
A breathless moan sounds through the loungeroom when I spear my tongue inside her, and her fingers tighten in my hair and her nails scraping along my scalp, making my eyes roll back in my head.
Fuck, I love it when she does that.
Her lips part, but nothing except a stuttered breath escapes her as she throws her head back, her fist coming up to grip my arse as she rides out her orgasm.
All at once she sinks to the floor, her entire body relaxing beneath me and her eyes, when they open are glazed with pleasure.
Removing my hands from her thighs, I place one next to her head, so close I could brush my finger across her jaw if I wanted.
I do the same with the other, then lower myself down so my forearms are all that are holding me up.
Her chin juts up, and I answer her silent question, my tongue immediately twining with hers.
The thought that she can taste herself on me has me grinding down against her sensitive core and she jerks.
“Please,” she begs. “I need you now, don’t make me wait.” Her words are a breathless plea, her eyes zeroing in on the painful tent in my jeans and I quickly unbutton them, shoving them down to my ankles so I can kick them off.
Running my hand up and down my shaft, I almost let out another groan, this one in relief but I manage to hold it in and line myself up with her core.
Notched at her entrance, I pause, and she glares at me.
“I swear to fuck, if you ask me if I’m sure one more time, I’m going to hit you with a shoe. Put it in, Charlie.”
God, I almost come from the demand in her voice alone. “No, that’s not why I…um, should I go get a condom?” I clear my throat. I’m clean, and I know she said she can’t have kids, but that doesn’t mean she’s comfortable with the idea of not wearing protection and I don’t want to presume.
Chest heaving, she doesn’t answer my question, and my eyes widen when I feel her heels dig into my arse as she shoves me forward, burying my cock deep inside her.
Holy fuck.
That was hot.
“Move,” she demands, panting out breathlessly and I push forward.
When I’m balls deep, my head snaps down to where my dick disappears inside her. “I-” the sound of keys kitting the hard floor cuts off my words, and my head snaps in the direction it came from.