57. Fucking finally.
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fucking finally.
rafael
Good boy. Jesus, fuck. Leave it to the romance author to hit me with that shit. My entire body feels like it’s been doused in gasoline and set ablaze, and Charlie is the one lighting the damn match.
I flip us both over, and her eyes widen in shock as her back hits the bed, but there’s excitement when her lips part, curling at the corners on a gasp. My movements are instant, and I thrust into her hard and fast, her tits trapped against my chest and her fingers digging into my biceps. Pulling almost all the way out, I slam into her, my eyes rolling to the back of my head with how tight and perfect she is.
“So deep,” she mumbles on a moan. Her eyes tightly shut as she moans again.
I hold myself up on one arm, running my right hand up her torso, between her breasts, until I’m holding her jaw. I close my eyes and kiss her soft and slow, completely unlike the way my cock is still driving into her. She whimpers as her body melts beneath mine, and her grip on me loosens. I move to take her hand in mine, setting our linked fingers above her head. Breathing one another’s air, we open our eyes .
“There you are,” I whisper, and she fucking smiles. A bright, beaming smile that could light up all of LA at night. God, I love this woman so fucking much. “Touch yourself, Charlie. Play with your clit.”
Still smiling, she reaches between us, her smile falling as her mouth gapes open on a pant when her finger grazes my dick. I groan, resting my forehead on hers. She rolls her hips in time with my thrusts, holding our connection a few moments longer before moving to her clit.
“Raf,” she moans. “It’s… This feels… You feel so?—”
“I know,” I say, kissing her jaw. “I know, shortcake. Now, pull your knees up for me.” I move back to give her room to adjust, and she does as I ask. “Higher,” I demand, and she listens. My eyes flick down to where she is still playing with her clit, then to her tits that are shining with sweat, bouncing in time with my thrusts. She squeezes my hand, and we lock eyes.
“Harder. Harder. Harder,” she whines. And that’s when I let loose. I give her what she wants, because I always will. A shudder starts at my neck, traveling down my spine, and straight to my cock. “I’m coming.” Charlie thrashes below me, and when her clit can’t take anymore, she moves her fingers back to my cock. “I want to feel you,” she pants. “I want to feel you come.”
And I do. Immediately. With her pussy gripping me and her finger grazing the side of my cock, I come so hard I stop breathing, every muscle in my body tensing at the same time. I grunt into her neck, holding myself up on one arm, trying not to crush her as I feel her arm trapped between our hips.
“I love you.” She grips my hand tighter still, and I squeeze my eyes shut, committing this moment to memory forever.
“Tell me again,” I say, lifting up to look at her shining blue eyes. “Tell me again while I’m still inside you.”
“I love you.” She doesn’t hesitate. “I love you, Rafael Guilherme Machado. I love you.” Her smile is small, but it’s full of emotion. Love .
“Fucking finally,” I breathe out. I heard her earlier. She said she’s in love with me, but I needed these words. Relief washes over me, easing an ache that has been deep in my bones for my whole life. I don’t have to ache anymore. I don’t have to wish anymore. I don’t have to wonder if my turn will ever come. “I love you, Charlie. Do you feel loved? Because I want you to feel loved every day. Every single day. Forever. I want you to feel my love.”
“I feel very loved.” She brushes the hair off my forehead. “In fact, I’ll probably be feeling your love in my knees and thighs for a couple of days.” Her teasing smile is followed by a wince as she stretches her legs out, and I finally slip out of her. Her knee pops, and she groans then bursts into laughter. I can’t help but follow her.
Sex with Charlie, ten out of ten. Cuddling with Charlie, ten out of ten. Pretty much anything with her is a ten.
But laughing with her?
Off the charts.
“I never want my love to hurt you.” I slip the condom off, but I don’t move off the bed just yet.
She shakes her head, still smiling. “It doesn’t hurt. And I would take the delicious ache of having you between my legs every day over the anguish of not having you.” The crease between her brows makes an appearance, like she’s thinking about something unpleasant.
“You never have to worry about not having me. I’m yours, carrot cake.” I kiss that little worry crease three times, lingering on the third, and when I look down, it’s gone. That’s better. “I’m just gonna clean up real quick and get us some water, then I’m gonna come back here and snuggle you so hard.” Her giggle makes my skin tingle, but I force myself off the bed and into the bathroom, not bothering to put any clothes back on because I need to know what naked snuggles with Charlie are like. “Oh, and you better still be naked when I get back,” I say from the hallway. She answers with a laugh, but I’m so fucking serious.
After snuggling, falling asleep, and then waking up to a still-naked Charlie in my bed, I decide that this is my favorite place in the whole world. She snuggles deeper into me, still sleeping, and I keep my breathing even as I take in the small but satisfied smile on her face.
“You better not be watching me sleep, Machado. That’s weird.” Her smile grows, and she buries her nose into my neck, throwing her leg over both of mine. “You’re hard,” she says matter-of-factly.
“You’re naked in my bed, Chuck. I’d be worried if I weren’t hard.” As if on command, my dick twitches, and she giggles into my skin.
“I need to go home and shower.” She sighs, like the thought of it makes her tired.
“You’re welcome to do that here,” I say, combing my fingers through her hair. She stiffens in my arms. “No pressure, red.” I hope that’s clear by now.
“I know. I just… I’m particular with well… everything, I suppose? I tend to stick to a very specific routine, and I’m not sure I should subject you to that. At least, not yet.” She still hasn’t moved. Not closer to me, but not further away either.
“You’re not subjecting me to anything, you’re letting me into your world. And I want in, Charlie. All the way in.” Keeping my movements steady, I give her time to let my words sink in, but she starts laughing. It’s quiet, but her whole body vibrates with it.
“That sounds—” She’s laughing so much that she can’t finish the sentence, and catching on that she’s laughing because what I said sounded sexual, I laugh too .
Once she settles down, she places a hand in the middle of my chest, scratching lightly at the hair there. “If it’s far enough from my usual routine and I can be distracted, I could make showering here work.” Her little shrug is followed by a sigh, and I can tell she’s nervous about it, but she’s letting me in. Emotionally, of course, but she’s also about to let me in in. Again. And I can’t fucking wait.
“I’m gonna turn the water on and get our toothbrushes ready. You grab a condom and the lube. Meet me in there.” I kiss her on the head and extract my body from underneath her limbs. She doesn’t say anything, but I catch the way her breath hitches into a gasp when I smack her ass lightly.
While the water heats, I set towels on the warmer, making sure there are three, so Charlie can have one for her hair and her body. When I finish putting toothpaste onto our brushes, she walks in completely naked still, condom and lube in hand. I smile as she sets them down and we get to work brushing our teeth.
It doesn’t sound sexy, but like so many other moments with Charlie, it’s the simplicity of something, the intimacy of it that makes it so hot. Her eyes on my body, the way she leans on the vanity facing me, the fact that we’re hiding nothing from one another.