Chapter 39
Chapter Thirty-Nine
GAbrIEL
The sight of Charlotte kneeling before me hit hard. It wasn’t about control or desire. It was the trust in her eyes that undid me. It was quiet, deliberate, and from a woman who didn’t offer it easily.
It made me want to be worthy of it, to handle her the way she deserved. Not as someone I wanted to claim, but as someone I was lucky enough to hold.
A woman like Charlotte didn’t get on her knees for a man who was unworthy.
When her gaze lifted, it was as though I was being seen completely. No armor. No pretense. But as a man who suddenly realized that every wall he’d built was useless against the quiet power of her trust.
I threw my head back and prayed I wouldn’t embarrass myself when she unbuttoned my jeans and my cock sprang free. The feel of her soft hand wrapping around it had me groaning her name. “Fuck, Charlotte.”
She teased me slowly, gripping me at my base and leaning forward to take me into her incredible mouth. Just the tip at first. A tease, a taste, one moment of calm before I about lost my footing altogether as she took me to the back of her throat.
“Jesus, fuck, hell,” I mumbled, losing all ability to form a thought. When I took in the vision of her sucking me between her plump lips, it left me dizzy.
My urge to thrust in her mouth was strong, but I placed my hand alongside her jaw, needing her to feel how much I wanted to worship her later. She sucked me slow but firm, with one hand working the base while the other started to caress my balls.
Then her tongue was on my balls, and I was about to lose control. Gritting my teeth, I grasped for something to prolong this. “Touch yourself. Strip off your clothes and touch yourself.”
She paused for a moment before complying, popping off to shed her leggings and sweater. Next came her underwear. I took the opportunity to strip out of my own clothes faster than I’d thought humanly possible. I both welcomed and cursed the break in the connection.
But soon the vision of Charlotte naked, bobbing on my dick as she hummed, had tingles shooting up my spine. When she slid one hand down between her legs, the sight was so erotic my knees about buckled.
“You’re so sexy like this. Make yourself wet enough I can hear it.”
She got momentarily distracted, focusing on herself and closing her eyes with the sensation of rubbing her clit.
I thrust into her mouth slowly, but it quickly became too much. I stopped my movements, but she doubled down on hers, bobbing eagerly on my length.
“Charlotte, I’m going to come,” I squeaked out as a warning. Even so, I was unprepared when she sucked me so hard I could see stars and the heavens. It was all I could do to remain standing as I exploded in her mouth.
My growl filled the room as I filled her mouth. In awe, I watched her swallow it all down.
My hands reached down under her arms to pull her up, and I captured her lips, not caring about the taste of myself on her lips.
“I wasn’t done,” she grumbled, making me smile.
“Any more, and I would’ve lost consciousness. Plus, I need you on the bed. Now.”
She arched a brow. “So bossy.”
I kissed down the column of her neck, slow and deliberate, feeling the soft tremor running through her. “I’m only bossy in the bedroom,” I murmured against her skin, my lips curving as her breath hitched. “And admit it: you like it that way.”
Her quiet laugh ghosted against my shoulder, the sound more felt than heard.
I was under no illusion that this was me being in control. What drew me in wasn’t the way she yielded, but the way she chose to. Every sigh, every movement was her decision, not mine. She let me in because she wanted to, not because she had to.
And her trust was more intoxicating than anything else in the room.
“Good thing for you, I do.” She climbed on her bed.
The vision of her naked against the comforter overwhelmed my senses. I took a mental picture, fisting myself and quickly growing hard again. And because I was addicted to the taste of her, I dove right in, loving the sound of her sucking her breath at the contact of my tongue.
“Do you know I can’t get enough of your pussy? It’s so soft and perfect.” It didn’t take long before I had her reaching her own climax, leaving her panting and watching me with hooded eyes.
“I need to grab a condom.” I trailed kisses down the inside of her thighs and up over her stomach before settling on her breasts, sucking, kneading, and biting gently.
“Hurry.”
I sheathed myself in record time, settled between her legs, and guided the tip into her slick opening. Bracing myself on my forearms, I pushed in slowly until I was to the root. “Open your eyes.”
She blinked and focused on me, ratcheting up the intimacy as our gazes stayed locked. My strokes were slow, and I rotated my hips until I found the spot that had her shifting her hips and pulling me in deeper.
“You feel so good, but I need to be on top.”
I didn’t know what I’d done to deserve this woman, but when I turned her over and she began to ride me, I knew I’d do whatever it took to keep her.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” I reached up, smoothing her hair away from her face and caressing her cheek. With my other hand, I rubbed her clit. I needed to watch her fall apart on top of me.
“I—” She didn’t finish her words, instead thrashing in her rhythm. Her walls gripped me tightly as she found her climax.
I grabbed her hips, thrusting up and grinding out my release.
An hour later, we sat in her kitchen, eating microwaved tacos and chatting.
“My parents are throwing a party next Saturday afternoon. I’d love for you to come,” I told her.
“Austin will be here next Saturday as his dad is out of town.”
“Great, please bring him. Samantha will be there, and I’d love for you to meet my brothers and parents. It’s at the house, Saturday afternoon.”
She swallowed hard. “This feels fast.”
“It’s not fast when you know what you want.”
The words hung there for the longest minute, and I realized I wasn’t prepared for her response.