14. Chapter 14 #2
“You want me inside you?” he asked, lifting her higher.
Her wetness coated his cock. Supporting her with one hand, he slipped his other hand between them, spread her lips to dip his index finger inside.
She was wet, but he wanted her wetter. He wanted her ready when he finally penetrated her, so all she felt was pleasure.
He spread her wetness from her slit all the way up to her sensitive clit, loving the way her whole body tightened.
“There,” he said, soothingly, though his finger against her clit was doing nothing to soothe. He slid his thumb rhythmically along the small nub, driving her closer and closer to orgasm.
“Get inside me,” she begged. Her arms closed around his shoulders, bringing him closer, as her head hit the wall behind her. “Please.”
It was the please that undid him.
He shifted his hips forward, aligning himself carefully with her entrance before he pushed in—slowly, so slowly. In this position, she felt impossibly tight.
“I’m not hurting you?” he managed.
Her teeth bit into her upper lip. “More, Lorenz. Please.”
He shifted forward, one inch at a time, until he was—finally—fully sheathed inside her.
Yes.
Home.
Again, that word. Nothing—nowhere—had felt like home since he’d lost her.
Being inside her was heaven. Pure, absolute heaven.
And he hadn’t even moved yet. Lorenz groaned.
It was also hell. Because this was home, and it was going to hurt so much when she left, but he knew there was no way to turn the clock back, and nothing he could do to convince her to take him back.
“Lorenz?” Her eyes, still glazed with desire, shone also with concern.
He pushed the unsteady thought to the back of his mind.
Later, he would have time to think about it. For now, he just wanted to feel her. He pulled his hips back and pushed forward again, feeding her inch after inch, loving the way her eyes widened.
“Right there,” she gasped. “You’re hitting something … so good.”
Better than good. Her tight pussy hugged his cock in the most incredible way. He wondered what it would feel like without a condom. But that wasn’t something he had a right to wonder.
He spread his hands under her ass, kneading as he held her, and she moaned into his ear. “Yes. Yes. Just like that.”
He found his rhythm, lifting and lowering her onto his cock, staring right into her eyes as he did so. Eventually, when he was starting to think he couldn’t last much longer, her muscles tensed. “I’m going to come,” she warned, instants before her pussy started squeezing.
Yes.
He waited, wanting her to ride out the orgasm, then eventually allowed himself to spill, sinking himself balls-deep inside her.
Yes.
He stiffened his knees as her body sagged against him.
“You know, there’s a bed right there,” she whispered, leaning her head against his shoulder.
He carefully extricated his body from hers and carried her to bed, taking off her heels and covering her with the duvet. By the time he got rid of the condom and got into bed beside her, she was already asleep. He figured he’d be awake for a long time, but it was only moments before he joined her.
Charlie
Charlie awoke slowly, her body still humming. Once again, Lorenz had rocked her world. Or rather, they’d rocked each other’s world. Because he’d come as hard as she had.
She turned to look at him. He was lying on his side, his chest rising and falling gently. His arm shifted, pulling off the sheet, revealing more of his chest, all the way to his taut, muscular belly and the soft patch of hair that she knew led to his cock.
God, his cock.
When they’d first met, she’d been too inexperienced to realize how big his cock was and, more importantly, just how well he knew how to use it. She’d assumed it was normal, the way Lorenz made sure she always found her pleasure before he did. Now she knew better than to make such assumptions.
And to be honest, even with him, sex had never been like this before. Her younger self had loved sex with Lorenz, but she couldn’t remember feeling what she’d felt last night, that burst of desire so intense it threatened to combust her.
His eyes opened. Enough light poured in that she could make out the bright green in his irises.
“What are you thinking?” he finally asked, seeming genuinely interested in the answer.
This—this was the other thing she’d missed. His attention, his focus. The way he always made her feel so heard.
He rose on one elbow, his gaze growing concerned.
“Hey. What’s going on, honey?” His hand grazed the back of her arm, and she found herself arching into even this light touch.
She shook herself quickly.
“I was thinking about us.”
She paused for a moment, wondering how much to elaborate on this. They were going to have to talk at some point—really talk to each other. And that conversation might make one of them run. It might open a whole new world of pain.
But it doesn’t need to happen today.
It was cowardly, but she wanted to enjoy this—to enjoy him—for as long as possible. Make enough memories to last through the painful days ahead.
His eyes narrowed. He was trying so hard to read her.
“Tell me, Charlie. What does ‘us’ look like?”
“I don’t know,” she admitted. Her lips curled into a small, almost shy smile. “But my body wants to keep finding out.”
Lorenz’s laugh just burst out of him. His pupils dilated as he let his eyes roam her body.
Scratch heard—he made her feel seen.
“Is that so?”
“Yes.” She let her own eyes wander down to his bare midriff, and to the outline of an erection under the sheet.
He pulled down at her side of the sheet, baring her breasts.
“It’s not cold. Why keep all this covered?”
Her nipples perked under his gaze. They felt—brittle, and not from the cold.
He licked one nipple—just the tip of his tongue at first, swirling gently, warming it. Then stepped back and blew on it gently as he moved to the other.
“So fucking beautiful.”
Charlie gasped.
“So fucking sensitive.”
God.
Yes.
His touch grew rougher as he sucked on each nipple in turn. Her gasps soon turned to moans.
“Please.”
There was an almost obscene pop as Lorenz released her nipple. “Please, what, honey?” he asked, his breath hot on her sensitive skin.
“Please touch me.”
His gaze grew serious. “I am touching you.”
She pulled his hand down between her legs. “Here.”
“So bossy.” He brought two fingers to his mouth and licked them. “I like it.”
His fingers found her clit and, at the same time, he went back to sucking on her nipples. The feeling was electric, as if her breasts and clit were connected by an invisible thread. Then his fingers were inside her—two at the same time, thick and hard.
Charlie whimpered.
“Please,” she begged. “Make me come.”
She’d do anything to come. Anything.
“I have a question for you, Charlie” Lorenz said, each word punctuated by a deep, slow thrust that made her see stars. “Answer it and I’ll let you come.”
Charlie gripped his arms.
“Mmm … no games, Lorenz. I need to come now.”
His fingers curled inside her, right where she needed them. “Just one little question.”
She was going to lose her mind. “Okay.”
“Is it true what you said, that you only come with me?”
That was more information than she’d meant to share with him, that day. But she wasn’t about to lie to him now.
Charlie bit her lip and nodded. He pulled her chin up gently, so their eyes met.
“Do you have any idea how sexy that is?”
His fingers scissored inside her, finding the spot that made her ignite. She was going to come so fast, so hard, if he didn’t let up. She debated for a moment whether to warn him, then decided to enjoy the ride.
Her inner muscles clenched. Her body shook. Her eyes threatened to roll to the back of her head.
Oh. My.
“I’ve got you, honey. I’ve got you,” Lorenz said. And he did. Those strong arms pulled her close, holding her tight in exactly the way she needed, pushing the post-orgasmic loneliness away.
Finally, sated but exhausted, Charlie leaned back onto her pillow. Lorenz’s hand played with her bellybutton, with her breasts. As if he couldn’t get enough of her body—enough of her.
“Come here,” she said, opening her thighs to welcome him, even though she wasn’t sure she could come again.
“I—“ The doorbell buzzing interrupted whatever he was going to say. “Damn. Let me see who it is.” He pulled on a pair of jeans and went out, closing the door behind him.