A bead of precum sits at the tip of his dick, and I lean over to lick it off.
“Ah fuck…you are teasing me.”
I don’t want to tease him. I want to give him pleasure. I want to make him come hard. I take him into my mouth as far as he’ll go and suck.
“Yes…fuck…yes.” His fingers thread through my hair as he gently pushes my head to the rhythm he wants. “Move over here,” he says, his free hand reaching for my thigh.
With him still in my mouth, I adjust my body so I’m to the side of him, although I’m not sure why until his hand slides up my thigh and finds my pussy. I gasp around his dick as his fingers slide inside me. It makes it hard for me to concentrate on him, but I do my best.
I suck and lick him, taking him deep into my mouth, while I massage his balls until he’s breathing hard like he’s sprinting.
“Charlotte,” he manages as he stops fingering me. “Where’s a fucking condom?”
He rolls to my bedside table, jerking it open and grabbing a condom.
“What are you doing?” I ask, disappointed that he’s not letting me finish him off.
“I’m dying to fuck you.”
Well, okay.
He gets the condom on and then tugs me over him. “Actually, I’m dying to have you fuck me.”
Even better. I sink down on him, taking him deep. My head falls back as the sweetest, hottest sensations radiate out from my pussy.
“Yes,” he says, in a mixture of relief and passion. “You feel so good.”
That feeling of female empowerment grows again, and I start to ride him. His hands cup my breasts and pinch my nipples, ratcheting up the pressure even more.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Charlotte.”
I close my eyes, letting his words fill me.
He levers up, his mouth covering one breast and sucking hard. I cry out as my body coils to the limit and then snaps and I’m flying in ultimate bliss.
He groans and holds on to me as I ride out my orgasm. Then he lays back, grips my hips, and bucking under me, lets go and reaches his own release.
I collapse on him, exhausted and yet feeling changed somehow. Inside, I tell myself that it’s ridiculous to have a catharsis during sex, but in this moment, I don’t fight it.
He leaves to dispose of the condom and then he’s back, again spooning around me. I’m thinking I could get used to this which is a crazier thought than thinking I’d gone through some sort of breakthrough. Again, I simply take in the moment.
* * *
I wakethe next day to an empty bed. I close my eyes, remembering the night before and how powerful being with him was. But today is the proverbial morning after, where our agreement is back in place.
I sit at the edge of the bed and I realize I can smell food. Bacon, specifically. My stomach growls.
I grab my robe, slipping it on as I exit the bedroom. I’m tying the robe closed when I enter the kitchen, but seeing Oliver in his lounge pants, and a t-shirt so tight against his chest I don’t know why he is bothering to wear it, makes me want to drop my robe right now and offer myself to him.
His head turns to me and he smiles. “Are you hungry? We built up quite an appetite last night.”
He’s right. “Actually, I’m starving.”
“Breakfast will be coming right up.”
I turn to get a cup of the already-brewed coffee.
“Charlotte?”