I got in between her legs.
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Brenna
My back arched and I cried out. He raised his head, looking at me from between my legs.
“Okay?” he asked.
“Yes,” I gasped, grabbing his head and pushing him back down so he could use that mouth for different purposes. Things were just a little more sensitive down there. Must have been a pregnancy thing. Whatever it was, I didn’t want him to stop. I was delirious with the pleasure. He was so, so good at that. He was one of those guys who seemed to enjoy going down on a woman as much as she liked to have him go down on her.
“Just like that. Right there,” I whispered. He moved his tongue in firm, steady, side to side movements. I cursed. I wasn’t going to last if he did that. I didn’t want to. Both my hands were lost in his hair, holding him right there so he didn’t even think of moving before I…
I came so hard I bucked off the bed. Charlie held me down, working me over with his tongue. I had to push him away when it got to be too much. I lay back on the bed, panting, waiting for my eyesight to straighten out. He rose from between my legs.
“Good?” he asked, grinning, knowing my answer but just wanting me to say it out loud. I didn’t give him the satisfaction. I just pulled him in and kissed him instead. He chuckled, getting on top of me. I raised my legs wrapping them around him. His cock slid easily between my slick lips.
He felt sinfully good. He was built to do this. I closed my eyes losing myself to the sensations. All of this stuff went a long way convincing me that he meant what he said. A really long way. He caught my lips in a heated kiss.
“Come for me, baby,” he said, before getting up on his knees and ploughing me, leaving enough space for his thumb to make its way to my clit. After the previous assault, I didn’t stand a chance. I came speaking in tongues, sputtering, shaking. Soon he was joining me, groaning as his cock shot rope after rope of his come inside me.
The only sound in the room was us panting. He collapsed onto the mattress at my side then gathered me into his arms, nestling me against his chest.
This was new. New was the wrong word. We used to do this all the time. It had just been a while. This used to be my favorite part. Everything that came before it was good too, it was very good in fact, but I loved it when we just hung out together, talking, spending time in each other's company.
Wait a minute, weren’t we talking before this? He totally just distracted me with his dick. I was supposed to be mad at him. We couldn't just keep having sex whenever things got a little heated. There were still way too many questions in the air for me to start getting comfortable doing this with him again. So much for the sweet post-coital cuddle session.
“So,” I said.
“Hm?” he asked. Good. He hadn’t fallen asleep. It would happen in the past. We would be cuddling and he’d fall asleep and I’d be stuck in his bear-grip, sweating, unable to get free.
I felt my face turn red, thankful that he wasn't looking right at me. I felt so dumb and almost desperate asking this, but I had to know. “What are we doing Charlie?”
“What do you mean?”
“This is the third time that we've slept together. You've told me, more than once that you want to have something together. What now? Does this relationship continue or not?”
“Of course, it continues,” Charlie said. “What about everything we’ve done together would make you think that it wasn't going to?”
I didn’t let him see how that statement hit me. I was determined not to lose myself in this experience with him. I couldn’t. This place was so unfamiliar. I hadn’t gone here with anyone in a long time. Relationships had been on the back burner since my mother had gotten sick. I had almost forgotten what it was like to be a girlfriend… if that was what he was asking me. I asked him another question. “So, I'm not going to wake up alone again?”
He sighed and I felt him kiss my forehead. “I'm sorry for this morning, Brenna. I didn't want to leave but what I told Barry to tell you was true. I did have an early meeting. That was the only thing that could have gotten me out of bed. I would have much rather slept in with you.” Once again, I was glad that my back was to him so he couldn’t see how red I was. I definitely hadn’t gotten over that summer, not when I was giddy like a schoolgirl when Charlie told me that he cared about me. I was literally that lovestruck nineteen-year-old again.
Okay. So he was in. I decided to shift the subject a little, because I was getting hot and bothered again.
“Slept in. I was almost late for work. You should have woken me up,” I said. He laughed and kissed me again.
“You looked so peaceful and cute, I didn’t want to bother you.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I said, secretly enjoying his flattery. “I wish you cared about my job as much as you cared about me getting my full eight.”
“Okay,” he said, “how about this. From now I wake you up early. I’ll start by kissing you here,” he touched my nose, “then here,” my mouth, “then here”, my neck. I giggled as he moved down my body.
“And then we’ll see if you can stay asleep when I kiss you—”
“Okay,” I said laughing, pushing his hand away from my crotch. “I get it, you’re sorry.” We both laughed at that. My stomach joined us, grumbling loudly.
“When was the last time you ate?” he asked, still laughing. Me? The granola bar that I bummed from Maggie when I got to work. It had been a rough day, to say the least. I didn’t say that though because I knew he’d lecture me about underfeeding his fetus or something and then he’d have a whole other speech about Jameson if I told him about that. He’d go full King Kong on the dude and probably end up with a lawsuit. .