His hand cups the side of my neck as his other hand reaches down to the curve at the bottom of my back, his hand spanning wide and his fingertips grazing the top of my ass.
My skin prickles with goose bumps as his callouses scrape against the skin between my shorts and crop top.
I gasp at the sensation, causing my mouth to open and when his tongue touches mine, I give up my protest. It’s always been this way between us, right from the beginning there was this undeniable attraction that neither of us could deny.
Our tongues clash and I moan into his mouth as he pushes me backwards. My back slams against the wall, his hand gliding down my torso and to my legs, lifting them off the ground. They automatically wrap around his waist and my hips move of their own accord, my body knowing exactly what it wants and where it wants it.
“Kitty,” he groans, pulling away from my mouth and burying his head into my shoulder. “We said we wouldn’t do this anymore.”
“I know,” I gasp, his hands still moving all over my body and up to my chest. His thumb rubs over my nipple and I let my head fall back, hitting the wall with a soft thud.
“Tell me to stop and I will.”
I shake my head. I don’t want him to stop.
He takes that as his signal and rips my top over my head, pulling the cups of my bra down and closing his mouth over my nipple and sucking, letting it go with a pop before he licks, lapping it up.
“Oh, God.”
“No, baby. It’s all me.”
I snort at him and lift my head up, smiling. Butterflies take flight in my stomach as we stay there, staring at each other, neither one of us saying a thing. A thousand unspoken things pass between us without a single word said.
He suddenly lifts off the wall, taking me with him and I know exactly where we’re going.
His hands grip my ass tight, bruising the soft flesh as he walks us down the hallway and past the living room.
I’ve been here enough times to know what each room in this house looks like. I know that the living room to the left has an open doorway with two white wooden doors that slide across the walls. I know that the walls are a light beige, decorated with paintings and a bookcase full of books next to the window that looks out onto the front of his house.
I know that the kitchen is to the left, open plan and complete with a U-shaped counter. A dining set to the left that sits next to two sliding glass doors that look out onto a deck and the garden below.
As he walks us further down the hallway toward the bedroom I spot the three doors. The one to the right is always closed, the door kept locked. The one in the middle is a bathroom complete with bathtub and separate shower cubicle that is covered in dust as it’s never used.
It’s the final door to the right that Charlie pushes me through - his bedroom.
Laying me down on the bed, he crouches down and unzips my shorts, pulling them down my legs slowly, his fingers leaving a burning path on my skin.
“Fuck me,” he murmurs.
“That’s the idea.” I smirk, lifting up onto my elbows.
“Where the fuck are your panties?”
I raise a brow. “Didn’t fancy wearing any.” I shrug.
“Jesus.”
His hands trail back up my legs, leaving just my boots on. Pushing my legs open, he takes a deep breath and leans down, placing his thumbs on either side of me and opening me right up. I watch in fascination as his tongue takes one long swipe.
“I’ve missed the taste of your sweet pussy.”
My eyes close as he takes another swipe with his tongue and I lie back, relishing in all of the sensations. My hand flies to his head, gripping his hair as he sucks on my clit, my hips bucking up and wanting, no, needing more.
“Charlie,” I moan.
“I know, baby.”
He climbs up my body, pressing his wet lips against my skin as he goes. I dive for his lips when he gets further up, wrapping my legs around his waist and rolling him over.