A: Sorry, that’s too private. Let’s just say, I’m the lucky one.
My heart pounded erratically with excitement.
“All set,” Bennett said, looking at me over his shoulder.
“Did you mean me?” I asked, looking down at the magazine and then up at him. “Am I the special woman?”
One corner of his mouth crooked up in a smile. “Of course you are, Char.”
I looked down at the picture again and licked my lips. “You’ll need to keep that warm in the oven.”
“How come?”
“Because we’re going into the bedroom now.”
Bennett
I led Charlotte into my bedroom and closed the door behind us. She backed me against the door, her blue eyes bright as they met mine. When she licked her lips, I wrapped my hands around her hips and brought my mouth down on hers.
The taste and feel of her were becoming
achingly familiar to me. Her soft moans and sweet curves were what I fantasized about when I jerked off to get relief from constantly wanting her.
Tonight, I had the real thing, and I wasn’t going to waste a moment. I ran a hand up the back of her shirt and unfastened her bra, then cupped her full, round breasts with both hands.
“Mmm, Bennett,” she moaned.
“I love these tits, Char,” I said, squeezing them gently.
“They’re bigger,” she said, her tone breathy, “I guess because they’re swollen.”
“They’re perfect.” I pulled her shirt up over her head and tossed it to the floor.
Charlotte’s chest rose and fell with her heavy breathing. A lock of hair rested on one breast, its curled end tempting. I took it between a thumb and forefinger and stroked it, soon dropping it to spend more time on her breasts.
I bent and took one tight pink nipple into my mouth, slowly licking and sucking. Charlotte’s moan made my erection twitch eagerly.
“Sit,” she said, taking a step back. She pulled her pants down past her hips and they fell at her feet.
My gaze fell on the triangle of light brown curls visible through the white fabric of her low-cut panties. She blushed as I took her in. This moment would appear in so many of my fantasies when I was on the road.
“Sit,” she said again.
I wanted to pick her up, put her on the bed, and bury my face between her thighs for the next thirty minutes. But instead, I stripped off my T-shirt and did what she’d asked. Looking the way she did right now, Charlotte could have asked me to crawl under the bed or out the window and I would have done it.
She approached and dropped to her knees in front of me.
“Oh, fuck.” My head tipped back as she unfastened my jeans and lowered the zipper.
I eased my hips up off the bed and pulled my pants and boxer briefs down. Charlotte took over, lowering them to the floor and then easing each of my feet out.
She teased me, her tongue doing a delicate dance over my inner thighs and then my lower abs. I hissed in a breath and ran a hand into her hair, tugging on it near her scalp. She moaned against my skin and continued with the torture.
Finally, her tongue found its way to the tip of my cock. She swirled a slow pattern around the head and I groaned. My hand instinctively tightened in her hair but I forced myself not to push. Whatever pace she wanted to set was good with me.
“You taste good,” she said softly as she licked the bead of moisture from my tip.
My arm muscles tensed and I dug my other hand into the bedsheet, gripping a handful of mattress. She was driving me fucking crazy here.