28. Charli #2
I roll my eyes, then pull the sheet up over us, snuggling closer to him.
“Even though I said that I wanted to be friends when we went paddle-boarding that day, I’ve wanted you the whole time.
” I press my hand to his chest, my fingers touching the short hairs there.
“I told myself it was too soon. That I shouldn’t jump into something right away with a guy I just met.
” I swallow hard and his hand slips to my waist.
“Tell me more.”
I press a kiss to his lips. “I kept waiting for you to make a move after that.”
“Yeah?” he asks. “What else?”
“Whenever I touched myself or used my toy, I wished it was you making me come.” I run my hand up to his neck, my thumb stroking the stubble on his jaw.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” he asks, his tone gentle.
I take a deep breath. “I thought you would get the hint with the little touches, the outfits I wore.”
His hand drifts to my back, his fingernails scratching my skin gently. “I thought I was going to lose my mind with all your hugs and cuddling. Plus the damn short shorts you wear make your ass look so good. It was all driving me crazy.”
I lean forward and kiss him again. “This was worth the wait.” I’m so glad that he resisted me the other night and didn’t come inside when I was drinking. “I’m glad that we were friends first, though,” I say softly.
“Me too,” he answers, kissing my neck. “You’re very special to me.”
“Yeah?” I feel special wrapped in his arms. But now that we’ve taken this step I’m apprehensive that it’s too good to be true.
“I mean it. I’ve never met anyone like you.” He drags his hand down my side. “And all this makes it that much better. Even if we never did this . . .” He leans closer and captures my mouth in a kiss. “I’d still be happy being your friend.”
“Are you sure?”
“Not as happy as I am right now.” He gives me that heart melting smile. “But still happy, yeah.”
Pressing myself to him, I bury my face in his chest. “Me too.” I’m unsure of what else to say because I might say too much.
We stay holding each other and kissing off and on for I don’t even know how long before we drift off tangled with each other's bodies.
I wake up and look at the clock, it's almost six. I lean over and kiss him on his jaw. He opens his eyes and I whisper, “We fell asleep.”
“Hmmm.”
He climbs over me and kisses my mouth then drifts lower, spending time sucking on my nipples and peppering my breasts with little kisses.
I push my hips up to feel him hardening already.
His lips continue lower across my belly before moving down between my legs.
He kisses my inner thighs and shifts his hands under my ass, pulling my center closer to his face.
Looking up at me, his eyes are thick with desire. “Can I?”
I give a nod and he tilts his face down and takes one long lick up my folds to flatten out on my clit before pressing his mouth down onto me as he sucks on the swollen nub.
My hips buck up, but he keeps his mouth on me, squeezing my ass harder and lapping at me.
I fist the sheets and then reach down to run my fingers through the hair on the top of his head.
I make a noise between a moan and a yell as he takes my clit between his lips.
He murmurs, “So good,” before returning to flick me over and over again. Just as I start to rock my hips, he brings his right hand up between my legs and pushes one finger inside of me while his tongue works at my clit. I groan.
His breath is hot against my thigh. “Do you like that, Sweets?”
“Yes, please don’t stop.”
He drags his finger out slowly, then inserts another one.
I’m stretching for him, his mouth clamping down on my clit as he continues to stroke me with his tongue at a steady pace.
Both fingers pump in and out of me as he plays with bundle of nerves.
The pressure is building inside me again.
I’m so close. I let go of his hair and reach up to squeeze my breasts.
I rub and stroke them while pinching my nipples.
I can’t help but push myself harder into his mouth. He moans into me and then my muscles tighten and I cry out. “Yes, Gage!” Pleasure shoots through my body and I go over the edge. I lay back limp on the bed. This man is a giver. He is so tender with me, it’s more than just sex.
He wipes the back of his hand across his mouth, and climbs up my body to rest himself on top of me. He palms my breast lazily, looking into my eyes. Then he kisses my mouth gently. “Your pussy is fucking perfect.”
I giggle and return his kiss. “That was so good. You’re spoiling me, and it’s supposed to be your day.”
“I don’t think that I could ever give you enough orgasms.”
I take his face in my hands, his scruff catching on my skin. “I want to stay here in bed with you, but how about we shower, then eat?”
He smirks. “I’m down for that.”
“Come on.” I get two fluffy towels from the closet and put them on the counter in the bathroom, turning on the hot water. There’s a magnetic pull between us; I need to have my hands on him and be in his embrace.
He hardly fits, but there’s enough space if we take turns in the water. Soon our bodies are slick as the water sluices down us. He blocks the spray with his upper back so that we can kiss. His length is hardening again and bobs against my thigh.
I reach over to grab some shampoo, lathering up his thick hair and scrubbing his head. “You really have so much hair.” He leans back to rinse it out. “Now you need conditioner too for this beautiful mane.”
“If you insist.”
“Of course. All done. You can rinse. Now it’s my turn.”
We switch places in the shower and I press my ass into his crotch feeling his hard shaft pulse between my cheeks. He soaps up my hair with his big hands. “Do you want me again already?”
I wiggle a little bit and reach my hands back to grab his hips and press him into me more. “Maybe, or maybe I just want to tease you.”
He drops his soapy hands to my chest and palms my breasts. He leans down and whispers into my ear, “I can tease you too.” Then he rolls my nipples in his fingers.
“Is it teasing if I like it?”
I turn to rinse my hair out and then I add conditioner. He looks at me, his deep brown eyes smoldering with want, and strokes his hand up and down his length.
I soap up my hands and start rubbing his chest and arms. He’s got muscles for days. “Your body is insane.”
“I knew you were looking at me when we worked out,” he taunts me.
He puts his hands on either side of my face and pulls me in for a kiss. I drift my hands lower to run them over his cock. “Mostly, I was checking out your size here. Especially in those gray shorts. It was just out there.”