It shouldn't have been hard.
Nothing ever was when sharing it with him.
But this was new.
Awkward.
"Baby?"
Ugh.
His voice was doing that smooth, sexy thing too.
Which was not helping.
"It's hard to be in a bed with you right now," I blurted out before I could think about it too much.
"Okay," he agreed, but his brows were drawn together. "Ah... do I snore?" he asked, face scrunched up when I snorted and shook my head. "Got a B.O. problem going on?" he went on, looking more and more lost. "Helen, babe, you're giving me nothing here. Why can't you be in a bed with me?"
My head moved back, eyes studying the ceilings I sucked in a deep breath, looking for, then finding the guts to face him while I said it.
"Because all we can do in it is sleep," I told him, watching as realization dawned on him.
"Baby," he said, scooting to the end of the bed, then holding an arm out toward me, snagging my hand, pulling until I stood, and moved to stand in front of him. "If you're frustrated, you tell me."
"Right," I said, shaking my head. "Like that is such an easy thing to bring up."
"It should be," he told me, thumb tracing over the pulse point in my wrist, an innocent touch that was somehow creating chaos through my system. "Someday, it will be," he promised. "And I might not be one-hundred-percent, babe, but I can sure as fuck take care of my woman."
My woman.
Such a simple turn of phrase made my belly wobble, my heart squeeze in my chest.
I was pretty sure I had never liked anything in my life even half as much as I liked being his woman.
"Charlie, no," I said, shaking my head as he pulled me closer, until my body was between his legs, his face right at the juncture of my thighs, making a wave of heat wash over me - a mix of desire and embarrassment.
"Why not?" he asked, hand sliding up my thigh, moving around, giving my behind a hard squeeze.
"I don't want you hurting your ribs."
"Let me worry about my ribs," he suggested. "You just worry about getting what has made you so tense for the past few days," he told me, hand leaving my butt to slide between my thighs, pressing down hard into my clit, sending a shock through my body so strong that I wavered on my feet for a second.
"Charlie..."
"Yeah, baby," he crooned as my hand lost his, so he could snag the front waistbands of my pants and panties, dragging them down my thighs.
There was a moment of insecurity, his face level with the most private part of me, but it was overwhelmed by the need clawing at my core, the pressure on my lower stomach, the growl of appreciation he let out as he leaned forward, as his tongue traced up my clit.
"Oh, my God," I whimpered, hands slamming down on his shoulders for stability as he worked small circles around the sensitive bud, only stroking over it here and there. "Charlie, I can't..." I whimpered, nails digging into his shoulder blades so hard that I was sure I must have drawn blood, but he said nothing as his hand found my ass, urging me forward as he moved back until he guided me to straddle his face.
I was too lost in the sensations to feel anything even akin to uncertainty, to embarrassment at the position as his tongue ravaged me, as his hand moved in between to tap against the opening to my body before languidly gliding in, thrusting slowly, lazily, building the pressure as my walls tightened around him, then turning, raking over my top wall just as his tongue pressed into my clit.
The world went white.
The sound that came out of me was a choked scream that came out like a gasp, my thigh muscles shaking so hard I was worried they wouldn't hold me as Charlie just kept working me, dragging it out.
As soon as the waves stopped crashing, I lifted one leg over to the other side to meet the other, dropping down beside him on the bed, a curled ball of uselessness.
"Fucking sweeter than I imagined," he informed me, curling closer to me, stroking a finger up my bare thigh, leaving shivers and goosebumps in its wake. "Breathe," he reminded me, almost making me roll my eyes until I realized he was right; I wasn't breathing. "See, baby?" he asked, finger snaking up my side, over my ribs, pushing gently until I was on my back with his hands pushing up my shirt over my belly. "You take that frustration, give it to me, and I'll take care of it."
He said it like a vow, like words he would always make good on. No matter what.
"Charlie," I sighed out when I felt his finger trace the sensitive underside of my breast, making the nipple tweak harder.