Finding Home

I sit down in the giant rocking chair. This is normally where I sit each night, but alone. I pull her down into my lap. Her back is pressed up against my chest. Her tight little ass sits on my hard cock. She’s wearing a sweater that slips off one of her shoulders. Her bare skin is exposed and begging for attention. My lips immediately find that beautiful, soft skin. I begin to line soft kisses from her shoulder to her neck. She cranes her head to the side, inviting me to continue. Small whimpers are now coming from her as her ass grinds down on me.

“This okay, sugar?” I ask. Wanting to make sure we’re on the same page. “Beautiful, Charlotte. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.”

She nods her head in approval while she continues to wiggle her little ass on me. It’s a wonderful torture.

My mouth continues to explore her bare sweet skin but I need more of her. She’s grinding down on me faster now. I slip my hand up her shirt, feeling her soft breast against my skin. My fingers tease her pert nipple and my mouth waters to get a taste of her. I can’t see her there but I know she’s perfect. Everything about her is. She was made for me. There isn’t a thing about her that doesn’t appeal to every part of me.

“You like that, sugar? My callused, rough hands on your perfect body? Are you curious how they’ll feel on your pussy?”

Her breath catches and I know she is. My hand tracks down to where she’s wearing little sleep shorts. I trace the outside of her thigh where the shorts end. Her hips are now rising to try and get my hand where she needs it the most.

“Colt, please.” She whimpers and it’s my undoing. She’ll never have to beg for me to pleasure her again.

My hand slips into her shorts while my fingers continue to work her nipple. Her little pussy is dripping wet for me. Even though I wish I could see her there this isn’t about me right now, it’s about making her come. My finger traces over the light hair she has there. She pushes up into my hand, needing more from me.

“Your pussy is nice and wet for me, Charlotte. Does it need me to make it come?” I say against her neck as I keep on kissing her. A moan is her only response. “Take your sweater off for me, sugar. Let me feel your warm skin against mine as my hand works that sweet pussy of yours.” She blushes all the way down her neck but she lifts her shirt off without hesitation.

I remove my hand from her panties to take my own shirt off. I toss it to the ground. I reach down and slip my hand back down those sinful shorts. I’d burn them before I ever let her leave the house in those things.

My fingers begin to work her clit. Her pussy is begging for release. Her juices coat my fingers. I remove my hand once again to bring it to my mouth, needing to taste her sweetness. I need one little taste to hold me over. I shut my eyes when her flavor hits my tongue. I may have come a little just from that act alone. This woman is going to be my undoing.

“Sugar, your pussy tastes just like your nickname. I’ll never be able to be without it now. One taste is all it took and that pussy is mine forever.”

Charlotte grabs my hand and guides it back to where she needs it, her small act of aggression turning me on more. I like that she goes for something when she wants it. I squeeze her pussy through her shorts, letting it know who it belongs to now.

The sun sets while I continue to strum her clit. I feel her legs begin to shake as my hand brings her to release. She moans my name as her orgasm hits. I will never forget this for as long as I’m on earth. One day soon she’ll ride my cock on this chair for the sunrise and maybe again for the sunset.

11

Charlotte

My head falls back as my body melts into Colt’s. I can’t remember the last time I’ve ever felt so relaxed in my life. My mind is blank, enjoying the feeling of the orgasm buzzing across my skin. My eyes lazily drift open as I watch the sun disappear under the pond. What would it be like to do this every day? To not have five million things to think about. To let myself fall into a man and know he’s going to take care of everything. It really does sound too good to be true but right now I just don’t care. I’m going to enjoy this moment.