The Man In The Mirror

He placed a hard kiss to the pulse in my neck and whispered in my ear, his hot breath tickling me. “Where do you think you’re going, little Charlotte?”

Pulling up my dress to reveal my bare buttocks, I twirled it against his groin. “I have to … er … get Zackary up for the day.”

“You had … er … a long night… you’re allowed to sleep in.”

I turned around and stared into his beautiful eyes. I love a man when his eyelashes are all wet and stuck together. “Don’t you really mean to say that I’m allowed to fuck in, because I’m already wide awake.”

He was amused, but only for a fraction of a moment, then he looked away. My full focus on him had made him uncomfortable. He tilted his body to the right. Raising my hand, I placed it on the mottled, scarred part of his face and turned his gaze back to mine.

“You’re not allowed to hide from me any longer,” I said and crushed my lips to his.

I wasn’t sure if he was the one who staggered at the contact, or if it was me … but his hold tightened around me to maintain our balance. My free hand slid across his ass to pull his hips closer still. I slipped my other hand around his neck and plunged my tongue as far down his mouth as it would go.

His hands pinched my nipples, the pressure pulling at the delicious strings of lust throughout my body. My body trembled as his hand slid down my front to palm my mound, his fingers slipping towards my creamy pussy. I gasped aloud as he slipped two fingers inside of me.

His thrusts sent both of my hands around his neck, my hips riding and thrusting against the assault. To my great surprise, I climaxed almost immediately. My groan was breathless as I came against his fingers … my juices spilling out and running down his hand. It was a wildly arousing sight especially when he brought his hand to his mouth and licked it clean.

I slipped out of my dress and threw it on the dry floor outside the shower. With both hands on his chest, I pushed him gently back into the stall, so he was now under the cascade of water. My clit was still throbbing painfully between my legs. I wanted him where I could bury his face properly into my pussy and do that thing he did so well. I needed him to soothe the maddening, insatiable ache.

There were so many things I wanted to do to him, so many ways that I wanted to touch him, and be touched in this stall, that I didn't even know where to begin. I wanted his dick filling me up until I thought I would explode, stretching my walls, and reveling in the waves of pleasure that would wreak through my body, but at the same time I wanted to come instantly again and to feel the hot spurt of his semen inside me.

His eyes bored into me as he slanted his lips over mine. The water cascaded down on us, my rock-hard nipples were crushed against his chest. Grabbing his penis, I fisted the thick, rock hard length with both of my hands before sliding it up and down my soaked sex.

He spun me back to face the tile wall. With his hands around my thighs, he jutted out my hips, spreading my ass completely open for him.

“Brett,” I called out helplessly.

He leaned over to whisper into my ear. “I love the way you call me …”

“Brett,” I called again, my voice the most sultry I had ever heard it.

Bending his knees, he aligned himself to me and circled my opening with the head of his shaft.

I shut my eyes, my head thrown backwards as I anticipated his plunge into me. No one had gone deeper than he had. I waited, my teeth biting down painfully on my lips, but he took his time, delaying his complete possession until I was close to being driven mad.

“Brett,” I rasped out loud, my hips writhing with anticipation and encouragement.

“Tell me you want me,” he ordered, nipping the shell of my ear, while his fingers flicked my painfully sensitive clit.

“I want you,” I said. “I want you right now, Brett. More than anything else …” I could barely catch my breath. “Please … please, fuck me. Fuck me out of my mind.”

“That’s good enough for me,” he muttered, just before he grabbed my hips in his big hands and slammed into me so violently my legs left the floor.

I slapped my hands against the wet wall, again and again, needing to tear or break something with the wild sensations that were coursing through me. My grunt was nothing short of animalistic. Every sense in me became alive and electrified, the feel of his cock inside me, the taste of the water pouring into my mouth, the sound of his breathing, the touch of his body surrounding me, inside me. It was euphoric.

He drove into me mercilessly.

My responses to his thrusts were completely feral. Just the instinct of a woman being taken by a man. I writhed, and jerked and twerked my hips against his.

Ferocious ecstasy tore through me. With his hand on the small of my back he bent me even lower. I clenched my eyes shut and let him pound into me.

His hands were digging into the side of my hips, and his balls slamming against the curve of my buttocks. “Charlotte,” he roared out. “Oh fuck … Fuck.”

More than anything I was loving the fact that I was able to do this for him.

“How can you feel this fucking good?” he growled. “My God, I’m gone …”

And he was.

I freed one hand and circled my clitoris with ferocious strokes. He slammed into me one last time and we both exploded, a scream tearing from my mouth.

With his face buried in my neck, he pumped into me, wrenching every last ounce of uncontainable lust out of our bodies. I felt floaty and lightheaded. From somewhere seemingly far, but still close to me, I heard the grunts from deep within his throat and my labored breathing.

“Brett,” I cried, tears rolling down my face.

He held me desperately to him. “You were made for me,” he swore. “No one else. You’re mine, Charlotte Conrad. I swear it you’re mine. And one day you’ll carry my name too.”

I loved his words, relishing them and holding them close to my heart. “I’m yours,” I sobbed, even though I was almost too scared to believe him. In that moment reality was too far away to disturb either of us. We clung on to each other, desperately, our bodies stuck to each other with the mind-blowing realization that we were both as close to love as either of us had ever come in our lives.

Mrs. King was far from our minds.

Chapter 46

Brett

The next day I was invited to dinner with Charlotte and Zackary. I looked at the childish writing on the formal card and smiled.

They were waiting by the front door when I arrived home the next day, and I wondered what the reception was for, but at the welcoming smile on Charlotte’s face I felt my insides warm with love for her. Zackary had his hands in hers, and for a moment I felt a slight pang of unwarranted jealousy toward my son.

Then the feeling was gone. They were the two angels in my life.

I got out of the car and Charlotte sent Zackary forward. I watched as the little man approached. “I would like to extend an invitation to join me and Charlotte for dinner,” he said, and for a moment I thought that my heart would burst. No longer was he cowering away or reluctant to even look me in the eye. I didn’t even correct the me and Charlotte mistake he made.

Lowering myself so we could be at eye level with each other, I looked into his eyes, and smiled gently.

“I’d love to have dinner with Charlotte and you.”

His grin was infectious.

I straightened and looked at Charlotte. Mr. Boothsworth stood a short distance away from her, but I didn’t pay him any mind. I stared intently at her, wanting my gaze to convey my gratitude for the way she was turning the light back on in the various aspects of my life.

I strolled down to the main dining room with Zackary and Charlotte, and soon we were seated at the grand table. Not once had I eaten at the table before this.

I noted my meal for the first time in as long as I could remember.

Charlotte sat beside me, and more times than I could count my gaze would slide to her … roving over her face. I drowned in the b

lue pools of her eyes. The night was perfect, punctuated by laughs, and the twinkle in her eyes as she expertly handled my son. I could have lived that dinner again and again for the rest of my life. The most wonderful Groundhog’s Day scenario.

She was a joy, through and through, and the moment Zackary agreed to run the errand of asking for our dessert, I lifted my hand from her lap and began to trace little circles up and down her arms.

“I’m enjoying my time with Zackary,” I said to her. “But I need to be inside you. All day at work I couldn’t think straight. I won’t be able to manage myself for much longer.”

She turned pink as she tried hard to brush off my hand. She looked nervously around to be sure that we didn’t have an audience. “You need to give your full concentration to Zackary right now,” she said to me. “It’s rare that you have time to spend with him in this way. Since you both finally have a chance to develop a bond …”