Chapter 19 Quentin #2
My hand slides between her legs, and I cup her mound. It’s warm in my hand and the lace tickles my skin. Charlie gasps, and her mouth pops open. I press my body behind her so my mouth is by her ear.
“You’re going to stay like this with your hands up until I say you can move.”
My hand strokes her through her panties, and they grow wet under my touch.
She whimpers, but I need more from her.
“What was that?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, sergeant.”
I reward her by sinking to my knees. My jeans are half off and my knees graze the ground. But I don’t care. Down here, the scent of Charlie’s arousal fills my senses and lends an urgency to what we’re doing.
I run my fingers over her pussy, but I need to get in, to taste her.
“Tip your hips back.”
She does as she’s told, and I scoot around so that I’m sitting between her thighs. I slide in between her legs and kiss her soft thighs.
Charlie moans, and I pick up one of her legs and drop it over my shoulder. Then I slide the edge of her panties back with a finger.
But this woman has another surprise for me. Instead of springy hair, there’s nothing but smooth skin under her panties.
My breath catches.
“Who did you do this for?” Jealousy surges in me, unrestrained and sudden.
Charlie gives a low chuckle.
“Relax. I did it for me. I like the feel of it when I touch myself. When I touch myself thinking about you.”
Heat zings through my body imagining Charlie rubbing herself. My cock jerks, and I almost lose it.
This woman is too much.
I press my mouth to her bare mound and silence her with my tongue.
Charlie gives a yelp of surprise and her hips buck. I keep the pressure light, giving her time to get used to the sensation.
When I feel her relax, I grab her ass and pull her onto my tongue. She tastes like sweetness and life and leather, and I can’t get enough.
My fingers sink into her soft butt cheeks, and I tilt her back and forth so she’s riding my tongue.
“Quentin…”
She moans my name and it touches something in my chest, making me feel lighter and spurring me on. I’ll do this every day for the rest of my life if only she’ll moan my name like that.
The night breeze makes the hair on my exposed legs stand on end, but I need the chill air to calm my overheated body.
I use one finger to slide inside her and then another, getting her ready to take me.
Charlie finds her own rhythm as she slides over my tongue.
“Can I move my hands?” she asks, a plea in her voice. I break away to tell her no. And instead she slams her fists against the side of the van.
“It’s too much,” she whines.
Then the orgasm claims her and she shouts my name into the wind as she explodes on my tongue, coating me with juices and nearly breaking my neck with the way her thighs clench around my head.
I crawl out from under her and pull her panties right off before spinning her around.
Her eyes are wide and dark, and for the first time Charlie is speechless. But we’re not done yet. With her juices still flowing, I press her against the van and kiss her hard.
My dick nestles between her thighs and she parts them, letting me in.
“Quentin…” she whimpers when we break the kiss. “I didn’t know it could feel that good.”
She’s looking at me with wide eyes like I’m a returning hero from battle, and my chest swells. I’ll be her hero every day just to have her look at me like that.
“We haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.”
I slide my hand under her butt and lift one cheek up, lifting her leg and opening her thigh.
“You ready for this?”
She nods and presses her lips together. She’s nervous, but she won’t admit it.
My dick slides between her folds, and her head tilts back at the sensation. A hundred nerve endings spring to life and pre-cum shoots out of me, and I’m not even inside her yet.
I grab the base of my cock and guide it to her entrance.
A thought crosses my mind. “I don’t have a condom.”
Charlie shakes her head slowly, a smile on her face. “I don’t care, Quentin. I want this, and I want it now.”
I pause, breathing hard because I do too. But sex without a condom is irresponsible.
She leans forward and nibbles at my ear.
“Don’t over think it, sergeant. Live in the moment for once.” As she leans forward her body presses against mine, causing the tip of my cock to slide inside her.
The sensation is immediate. Pure pleasure courses through my body, and I grip the base of my dick tight before it detonates.
My eyes squeeze shut, because if I look at the beautiful woman before me with her perfect breasts winking in the moonlight, then I’m going to lose it.
Charlie kisses my earlobe. “Do it, sergeant,” she urges. “Make me your woman.”
Damn the consequences. An image of Charlie, her belly swollen with my baby, flashes in my mind. And I like it.
If those are the consequences, then I’m all in. Suddenly I don’t care that I might get her pregnant. I want to get her pregnant. I want this woman tied to me, with my children. I want a family with her, a future.
With a grunt, I thrust into Charlie. The warmth that envelopes me spreads through my body, and I don’t just feel it in my dick but in my heart and in my very soul.
Charlie cries out and I pause, worried I’ve hurt her. Her face scrunches up, and she tenses.
“Look at me, baby. Open your eyes.”
Her eyelids flick open, and we lock eyes. We’re both breathing hard, and for a few heartbeats we stare at each other.
Another car goes by, and the breeze sends a ripple of cool air over my backside.
Charlie’s shoulders relax, and her pussy releases its tight grip on me. Slowly, I move back and forward, finding the rhythm.
Another car passes, and the headlights bring her breasts into the light.
“You’re beautiful, Charlotte.”
I capture a nipple in my mouth, and she moans as I tease it with my tongue.
My hands grasp her hips and I brace my muscles, then lift her up. She gasps as the movement takes me deeper.
Then her thighs wrap around my hips. I push her against the truck, using it to take some of the weight and helping her to get the friction she needs.
We move together with the night surrounding us. The occasional whiz of a car passing sends a thrill through me every time.
Locked together, our bodies slam against each other as the pressure builds.
Charlie pants my name, and I don’t care if anyone is out here to hear us. All I care about is the pleasure that’s building in the base of my balls.
Then she explodes and her pussy tightens, and I can’t hold back any longer.
I let go, finally. I let go of all the pent up desire I’ve been carrying for this woman, the challenges, the sassy remarks, the yearning for her.
It explodes out of me, and I let out a loud bellow that sends a flock of nesting birds out of the power lines above us and into the sky.
“Charlie!” I cry into the night as I release all my desire into her.
She sags against me, trembling, and I ease her to the ground, keeping my arms wrapped tightly around her.
My knees are gritty with dirt, my t-shirt torn, and I don’t know where my underpants are.
But I don’t care. I have my woman and my new mission in life. To take care of her and make her happy.
As we stumble into our clothes, there’s a lightness in my chest I’ve never felt before.
I have Charlie, and I don’t care about the consequences.