Mick
I’ve waited long enough;I’m dying for a taste. I can barely contain myself as I wedge my hips between Charlie’s thighs, kissing my way from the curve of her neck down to her soft stomach.
I rub her over her panties, making her groan. “You’re so wet,” I say, noticing how the material sticks to her lips. I press my nose up against her and take a long, satisfying sniff. “God, you smell so good to me,” I say, smelling her again.
With her slight tension easing by the second, Charlie spreads her legs a little wider. I run my tongue along the inner seam of her panties, causing her to shiver visibly. I love seeing her like this, strong yet vulnerable. I push her panties to the side and run my finger up and down her slit, coating myself in her juices, then bring it to my lips for a little taste.
“Mmmm,” I moan, sucking on my fingers, knowing that it’s making her even wetter for me. “You taste like heaven, baby. Maybe that’s because you’re an angel.” I hook my thumbs into her panties, and she raises her hips so that I can slide them down over her full hips. “You’re my angel. ”When I look up at her, bright hair hanging over her full breasts, I know it’s true. Charlie is mine, and I’ll be damned if she’ll ever be with anyone else ever again.
With her panties off, I press my hands on her knees. “Spread for me,” I say, loving the slight flush in her full cheeks. Charlie does as I ask, showing me her pretty, pink center. My cock lurches in my pants, and I pray I don’t come on the spot. This goddess spread before me on my dining room table is the thing wet dreams are made of.
I press my face against her dripping wetness, drinking her in, then press one finger deep inside of her. She spreads even further for me as I twist my hand until I find the spot that makes her squirm. Her head falls back when I take her tiny bundle of nerves between my lips, twirling my tongue around it, sucking it hard into my mouth.
“Oh my God,” she whispers, fucking my face with reckless abandon. I love it. I want to wear her juices like a prize. It doesn’t take long before she quivers against me. “I’m going to come, Mick. Oh…my…gahhhh—“
She explodes all over me, soaking me senseless with her desire. I lap up every ounce of my curvy princess, loving the way her sweet nectar coats my tongue. As soon as the tension leaves her body, I kiss my way up her stomach, through the valley between her breasts until I find her sweet, cherry mouth.
She pulls me tight to her, kissing me like it’s our last night on earth. “That was amazing.” She says, her lips brushing mine. “No one’s ever…I mean, not like that.”
“And they never will again,” I say, pulling away to meet her eyes.
Her fingers fumble with my zipper, and I rest my hand on top of hers. “Not here.”
“But you just…”
“I want you to be comfortable, baby.” I run my hand through her wavy red hair, and her face lights up. I swear her smile could bring the dead back to life. She hops down off the table and helps me out of my pants, then presses herself against me.
“Lead the way, Mick.” God, I love the way she says my name. I take her hand and we head down the hall. She makes her way onto the bed and spreads her legs for me once more. Unable to wait a second longer, I pull down my boxer briefs and allow my length to spring to life. Charlie’s eyes widen when I do.
“Oh, thank God,” she says, then shakes her head. “Not that I had any doubt, but…wow.” She bites her lower lip, peering up at me through her dark lashes. “Now, that’s going to feel really good.”
A slow smile spreads across my lips. I waste no time climbing on top of her, my tip already sticky with pre-come. I could fall in love with this woman; there’s no doubt.
Where did that come from? Love? I’ve never been in love.
I push the thought from my mind and position myself. “I’ve got to warn you, Charlie. I may come fast.” A look of disappointment flashes in her eyes, and I raise her chin with my finger. “The first time,” I say. “I may come fast the first time tonight.”
“There’ll be more than one?” Her voice comes out a whisper. It gives me a jolt of adrenaline.
“You bet your sweet, sexy ass there will be. It’s been a minute, so I want to get the first time over so that I can love you good and slow,” I say, pressing a kiss on each of her breasts. “Like you deserve to be loved.”
“I can handle that,” she says with a smile.
I part her folds with my tip, pressing myself into her. She’s so tight, squeezing me with her walls. Tiny gasps escape her mouth as I work my way deeper inside. She grips my back, turning me on, even more, making it hard not to come on the spot.
Once I’m buried inside of her, I realize that I’ll last longer than I thought, but damn she feels so good. It’s like we were meant to fit together. I pump in and out of her, enjoying the view of her full breasts shaking when I do. This woman is perfect, and I refuse to deny that this feels like more than just sex—not with the feelings I’m having.
When she looks at me with those evergreen eyes, I see something I’ve never seen before, a future with someone. It takes me by surprise how deep I’m lost in her gaze. With Charlie, I can start over, build a new life, be the person I’ve always wanted to be. It’s all because of her, and I’ll be damned if I let the opportunity slip through my fingers.
It’s too much for me to handle.
“I’m coming,” I say, releasing every ounce of pent-up energy from the last two years in prison deep inside of her. “Jesus Christ, I’m coming so hard.” Charlie holds on tight and presses her hips upward, letting me ride it out. She plants gentle kisses along my neck and collarbone until I’m spent. I collapse on her, and she runs her fingers through my damp hair.
“That felt good,” she says.
“Understatement.” I agree.
We both lie there, trying to catch our breath. I want to tell her these things that came to my mind, but I don’t want to sound crazy or desperate. I don’t want her to think I’m only saying it because I don’t have any other options. I really and truly want Charlie, but is now the right time to tell her?
“You weren’t lying.” Charlie’s voice interrupts my thoughts. When I meet her eyes, she points out that I’m hard again. Before I can entertain the thought of telling her more about how I feel, she takes me into her hand and begins stroking me, and I figure the conversation can wait until tomorrow.