“What?”
“Um? Can I do it?” I feel like an idiot asking but his kind smile eases the awkwardness I manage to dole out.
“Of course, you can.” He says and he leans up to rest on his knees while I’m still spread out mostly clothed underneath him still. I feel like a trussed-up dinner turkey with nowhere to go and he hands me the condom expectantly. I pinch the top and roll it down over his thick shaft that pulses with warmth under the velvety soft skin that’s rigid in my grasp. All those high school health class videos have nothing on a good selection of Tumblr clips. Who says a little porn can’t go a long way toward education?
Not me that’s for sure. I will never admit to him I watched them just to learn how to do that and feel accomplished.
“My turn.” Charlie grabs my panties and slides them over my butt and up my legs tossing them over his shoulder. I giggle thinking about what they might be saying on their suicide mission to the floor joining his pants and shirt. It’s a minefield of clothing. I swear I have the strangest thoughts in the weirdest moments.
“Up.” He says slipping my shirt off because that’s got to go as well, my bra too. He reaches around me nuzzling his face in the space between my breasts kissing and licking them.
I shift scooting lower on the sofa. My ass rasping bare against the leather. Charlie maneuvers us. One leg resumes its lift over his hips opening me up to let his sheathed dick bounce against me. The other barely makes it to the floor, my toes pressing down to lift me up against him.
“You are so beautiful.” Charlie starts to hum the hook from the song he wrote for me as he slides his dick inside me stretching my lips around his shaft. I’m wet enough it doesn’t hurt but unfamiliar enough that it sti
lls burns as if it’s the first time. Foreplay has nothing on Charlie. His head in the crook of my neck when he pumps shallow thrusts into me. I’m pinned to the sofa underneath him and while it feels okay, I’m claustrophobic like this.
“Charlie, move.” I push and he thrusts.
“No, I mean…” I don’t know what I mean.
“Addy, what you need?” His hips swivel and I nearly see stars. That. That’s exactly what I need more of.
“I want to be on top,” I tell him waiting for the rejection or to be told I’m a silly inexperienced girl.
Instead, I get smartass, Charlie.
“Oh. Do you now?”
I force myself to sound confident rolling my eyes, “yeah.”
“You sure you can handle it?”
I pinch his nipple.
“Move.”
He lifts up enough to rotate keeping himself impaled inside me but giving me what I want. Control. It’s a heady feeling like flying an airplane or what I imagine one might be like. Airplanes aren’t exactly in my wheelhouse.
“Put your knee like… yeah… you got it, Addy.” Charlie leans back watching my every move. His hands cover my tits rubbing the nipples and holding me up for support. It’s a position I think I could get used to.
I lift up and lower myself back down riding him in a slow canter. His hips raise up greedy for more and I speed up rocking the motion and easing down to grind over him.
“Easy girl.” His hands leave my breasts heavily aroused to rest on my hips guiding me into the motion he likes, and give me equal amounts of pleasure on every move. It’s blissful and I feel my legs become languid as my inner muscles work in tandem to hold tight to the impending orgasm.
My core tightens like a coil tighter and tighter until it has nowhere left to go. The force of winding it up so tight is what lets it unravel in a spinning dizzy spiral until I’m left heaving and spent falling forward over Charlie’s chest. He raises his hips up in jerky thrusts. I’ve gotten my share, it’s time for him to unravel the same. He shouts loudly and I wonder if he has neighbors who can hear his sexcapades because my jealousy runs rampant even though I’m fully sated. I can’t help it and I bite my lip to stop myself from saying or doing anything that would be construed as needy or borderline stage five clinger.
I rest my head against his chest that hasn’t stopped thrumming, same as mine. He kisses my forehead and resumes humming the melody for me. It’s sweet, divine, and I realize how foolish I’m being because this man just poured his soul into a song written solely and specifically for me. Maybe I can cling just a little bit.
My rapid heart calms and like a sleepy kitten, I claw my fingers into his pectoral muscles staking my claim. I think I might love this man.
After a while, we get dressed and ready to go. I’m hungry again and hope I can talk him into some take out on the way home.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Charlie
Ada is beautiful. The word love comes to mind more than once as I watch her get dressed.