16
Just one night
Oliver
I didn’t return to New York with a plan of fucking Charlotte again, but I’d be a liar if I said that I hadn’t thought about it. In my defense, I’m nearly always thinking about it. But like I said, I generally have good self-control.
But her lips are on mine, and all bets are off.
Her lips are a mixture of sweet and spicy, just like her personality. It’s intoxicating, and I want to drown myself in her. I want to take my time and go slow, but need is coursing through my blood.
I pull her over me so she is straddling my thighs. I slide my hands up her waist under her t-shirt to fill my hands with that silky soft skin of hers. I’m crazy with the need to see her tits so I tug her shirt off over her head and reach back to unclasp her bra, freeing those marvelous natural globes of hers. The tips are hard and rosy and I can’t help myself as I lean forward and take one deep into my mouth, while I pinch the other one between my thumb and forefinger.
She gasps and moans in a combination that is so sexy, my dick hurts from the confines of my pants. That pain worsens as she grinds her cleft over it and now, I’m the one groaning.
“Fuck,” I whisper as I tear my mouth away from her delectable nipple. The idea of going slow is now a distant memory as I grab at her clothes and get rid of mine. This time, I’m prepared as I pull out the condom I’ve been carrying since the day after I first fucked her. I was determined to not be caught unprepared if I had the chance to fuck her again. I wonder what she’d say if I told her that.
She starts to straddle me again, but my blood is raging with need so I push her back on the couch, lifting one of her legs so it rests on the back cushions. I’m on my knees, looking down on her wet pussy, and all of a sudden, my mouth is watering. My dick won’t be happy, but oh well.
I move down her body, pushing her thighs open. I missed tasting her the first time, and I’m not going to miss it this time.
“Oh God, Oliver,” she says breathlessly and I can hear the need in her voice.
I drag my finger through her folds and bring it to my lips as my gaze holds hers. I see fire in her eyes and it makes me so fucking hot.
“I’m thirsty, Charlotte. I’m going to make you come hard.”
She moans and her fingers thread through my hair as she pulls my head to her pussy. “Then do it… God, just do it.”
Using my fingers to open her, I lap my tongue through her folds and swirl it around her hard clit.
Her hips buck up. “Yes. More.”
I do it again, this time slower and then faster again. Then I feast on her, sucking her clit, licking her pussy walls. I’m intoxicated by her again.
Her hips are rocking, fucking my face, and I’m pushing her up and up, loving the noises she’s making as she rushes to her climax.
I pull away, and she swears at me, making me laugh.
“Are you ready?” I ask as I finger her gently.
“Yes…please yes…”
I lean down, inserting two fingers, pressing in and up until I hit that one spot that drives women wild, while I suck her clit.
She screams out and her pussy grips my fingers so hard, that my dick can practically feel it. Her hips are rocking and gyrating, and I finger-fuck her and suck her until she collapses.
“Oh my God,” she says on a long breath, throwing her arm over her face.
I give her a minute to recover and then I sit back on my heels, pulling her until her hips are on my thighs and my swollen dick is resting on her belly.
She looks at it, and her hand reaches down to stroke it. I give her one touch, but it’s so electric that I know I won’t last if I let her handle it more.
I roll the condom on. “I want you to come on me.”
She lets out a small laugh. “I don’t know if I have it in me again.”
A challenge. I like that. I grit my teeth as I hold my dick and rub him over her clit and through her folds. I lean over, sucking her tit while my dick toys with her pussy, until her hips start rocking again.