I can’t let her go.
“You and I…this thing we’re doing…it’s not just a few orgasms to me.”
“What?”
“I like you, Charlotte.”
Her face looks like she’s seen a ghost, white and full of disbelief. “You like me?”
“Fuck yeah, I do. I can’t stop thinking about you, I can’t stop wanting you.” I reach up and tug on my hair. “I know it’s fucking nuts, and I know I should have told you about the massage a long time ago, but the more we hung out, the more I just wanted you near, to spend time with you.”
“I like you too, Damien,” she says and an exhale of relief leaves my lips. “But this scares me. And you lied to me.”
“It scares me too, Char. And I was going to tell you, I promise. But fuck, what if this is right? What if it was meant to be this way our entire lives?”
“I find that hard to believe,” she counters.
“I do too. But I also find it hard to believe that we spent twelve years living in the same city and never crossed paths until now. There has to be a reason. We both needed to live our lives away from each other before maybe finding our way back to one another.” I pull her into my arms. “Just give this a chance…please?”
“Damien,” she breathes out before pressing her lips to mine and melting in my arms. And I hold her up, support her weight as I tangle my tongue with hers. “I’m still mad at you.”
“I’m mad at me too, babe. But I’m begging you—let me in, Char. Just let me in, please.”
“I already have.” A tear runs down her cheek, and my heart feels like it can beat again. “I already have.” Before I can say another word, Charlotte lunges at me, pressing her mouth to mine and sweeping her tongue out to meet my own.
“Charlotte…”
“Stop fucking talking, Damien. Shut up and fuck me, please, before I change my mind.”
And with a sigh of relief, I make good work of following directions. “This isn’t over.”
“It is if you want to worship my body,” she replies, fisting my hair in her hand behind my head.
Grabbing two handfuls of her ass, I lift her up and take her down the hallway of my apartment toward my room. When we arrive at my bed, I lie her down on my comforter and then stand up, staring down at her magnificent curves while I take off my clothes.
“You want me to fuck you, Charlotte?”
“That’s what I said.”
“You want hard and fast or slow and sweet, babe?”
“Fuck me until I can’t walk, Damien,” she says, reaching up to play with her nipples as she drops her legs open and shows me her pussy.
Tossing my shirt to the side and then popping the button on my jeans, I shove them down my legs with my boxer briefs as well and then reach down to stroke myself as she glances down at my cock.
“You want my cock, Char?”
She licks her lips. “Yes…”
“I wanna make sure you’re ready for me first, babe. Get on your hands and knees.” With a gleam of delight in her eyes, she maneuvers herself on my bed, granting me the perfect view of her ass as she perches it in the air. “Fuck, you look perfect like this.”
“Please touch me, Damien,” she says over her shoulder, lowering her head to the mattress. I get down on my knees so my face lines up with her pussy.
With one long stroke from her clit to her core, I relish in the moan she gives me. So I repeat the process, flicking her clit and eating her out until I can hardly stand it anymore. I slide my fingers inside of her, drenching my hand in her arousal. She’s soaked, more than ready for me, but I have to make her come first before I fuck her.
Thrusting my fingers deep inside of her, I reach for her front wall and stroke her softly, building up her release.
“Oh God…”
“You close, Char?” I ask against her pussy, diving back in to suck on her clit.
“Uh huh.”
I keep going, working my fingers in tandem with my tongue until she’s writhing and then screaming out through her orgasm.
I hold her in place, my hands on her hips as she rides out the waves and I continue to flick her nub while her body shakes with aftershocks. And then she collapses on the bed, but I flip her over before she gets too comfortable. “There’s one.”
“You are so ridiculously good at that,” she says on a shaky breath.
“I aim to please, babe,” I say before standing up fully.
She smiles and then gets up on her knees, reaching for my neck to pull me down to her lips. And as we kiss, my dick grows achingly impatient.
“God, Charlotte. You’re so fucking incredible. How could you think that I wouldn’t want you?”
“You scare me, Damien. All of this scares me,” she answers, leaning back slightly but peering up into my eyes.
I take her hand and place it over my rapidly beating heart. “You scare me too, Char. But not being here right now with you scares me even more.”
She pulls me back to her lips and our tongues collide as I run my hands over her ribcage, down to her hips, and then around to her ass again. “Fuck, this ass,” I growl out, and her giggle makes my dick twitch. “I want to claim it. I want it to be mine.”
“It can be. I’ve never done that with anyone.”
I look back down at her as a rock lodges itself in my throat. “Jesus. I don’t think I can handle that tonight, but we are definitely going to revisit this conversation later.” Pressing a chaste kiss to her lips, I release her from my grip and walk over to my nightstand, opening the drawer to take out a condom and then ripping the package open, covering myself as I go back over to her. “Lie down on your back.”
She nods, getting in place before I kneel on the bed and hover over her. We’re parallel to the headboard, and the moonlight outside is coming through the window and curtains, bathing Charlotte in shadows that accentuate everything I love about her body—her round and full breasts, her soft stomach and wide hips, and her smile. The same soft smile she’s giving me in anticipation of what comes next.
I reach down and position myself at her entrance, looking back up for clarification from Charlotte that she’s ready. And with a nod of her head, I push forward, stretching her open and sliding inside of her as far as I can before I rear back and push forward farther this time.
“Yes,” she moans, arching her back while reaching up to cup my face in her hands.
“Fuck, Charlotte. You feel incredible.”
“More, Damien.” I slide in further, pushing down until I bottom out and inhale a sigh of relief. I can’t believe I’m inside of her right now.
“Jesus, woman.”
“Move, Damien. Please.”