"I'm just getting started," he informed me as his fingers kept inching up my t-shirt, the soft cotton feeling scratchy as it scraped over my hardened nipples to bunch up near my clavicles.
"I'm okay now," I told him with a shaky voice betraying the way my need was already becoming overwhelming.
"Ah, but okay isn't good enough," he told me, face lowering down, warm breath tickling over the column of my neck.
"Charlie..." I started, breaking off on a sigh as his scruff tickled under my collarbone before shifting down to brush over my hardened nipple.
There was only a moment to revel in that sensation before a new one replaced it - his tongue sliding velvety soft around the hardened peak making my back arch off the mattress toward him, begging for more. He obliged, sucking it deep into his mouth with a vibrating growl.
My legs tightened around his sides, wanting to press together to stem the chaos building there.
Unable, my feet planted instead, allowing my hips to thrust up, grind against him for the small bit of relief that allowed.
Charlie's air hissed out of him as my heat glided across his hard length, the mix of his struggle for control mingled with my own causing a shiver to course through me.
In punishment, his teeth sank down into my nipple, pulling up slightly, the pain/pleasure mix creating a sensation inside that I had no name for, but it made every inch of my skin hyper-aware of every touch as his mouth and tongue moved away from my breasts, down over my belly, shifting at the last possible moment to trail down my inner thigh, the crook of my knee, down to my ankle, then back up the other before I finally felt his mouth on me, closing over my clit, and sucking hard.
The world flickered in and out of focus for a long moment as his lips kept sucking in an odd strobe-like motion.
His finger slid down my slit to slip inside me, stroking gently, languidly, like we had all the time in the world, like he was blithely unaware of the unyielding torment of slow-building desire.
His head lifted as if sensing the thought, lips pulled up slightly, eyes almost dreamy as another finger slid inside me.
My body, unaccustomed to the invasion, stretched with a slight pressure as Charlie gently worked his fingers in circles, softly stroking over my walls before thrusting. Tentative at first, he grew in demand as I grew impatient with need, the pressure on my lower stomach becoming painful as each moment passed.
"Charlie, please," I whimpered, fingers curling into his arms as his fingers got more insistent, wilder, rougher.
"Please, what, baby?" he asked, eyelids heavy, voice rough with his own desire I still felt pressing against me.
I couldn't claim to know the right words, the sexy words, the words that would make me sound confident and experienced.
All I had was the truth of what I needed.
"I need to feel you inside me," I told him, my voice stronger than I expected.
It didn't matter that they weren't the right words, the sexy ones, the confident or experienced ones.
But they worked regardless.
A low, deep growling noise moved through his body and vibrated into my own, a primal, animalistic sound that my body responded to in kind, getting wetter, needier, my breasts getting heavier, my skin more sensitive.
His body shifted, hands planting on other side of me.
He moved over me, wedging his body between my welcoming thighs, his hardness pressing against me through the thin barrier of his pajama pants.
"Barely been able to function thinking about being inside you," he told me, lips brushing my ear as he did so, the closeness of our bodies ensuring he felt the tremor as it moved through me.
His hips shifted away then thrust forward, making his cock slide up my cleft, pressing hard against my sensitive clit, dragging a moan from deep within me.
His arms pushed him up, those striking eyes boring into mine even in the darkness.
His hips ground down once again, making my hands slap down on his bare back, sliding down the strong length of his spine to sink into his ass, holding him against me, begging for more of the sensation.
Lowering down on his forearm, his free hand moved between us to push away the final barrier between us.
When his hips pressed down again, it was his hot, firm length I felt against my heat, both tantalizing and mildly terrifying given his size.
"You wanna stop?" he asked, voice rough, like the very idea would take every last bit of strength for him to pull away. But it proved yet again how attuned he was to me, being able to read my concern without a word from me about it.
"I'm just nervous," I told him, shaking my head, my hand sliding up his back, settling on the side of his neck, my thumb stroking the solid jut of his jaw. "I've only ever done this once before," I admitted, shrugging a shoulder.