“You’ve got me indecent,” I say, my voice coming out breathily. There is an ache between my legs, caused by him, and I want to rub my thighs together to relieve the pressure. More importantly, there is an ache growing in my heart, and it’s full to the brim with wanting him, not just between my legs or in my bed, but in my life. I can’t go back to a life without him in it, and that realization is startling and scary.
Charlie pushes me down gently while his eyes rove over my exposed breasts. He reaches a hand out to palm one. His other hand is light on my skin as it makes its way between my legs.
“You’re right. Hardly seems fair.”
I suck in a breath as his fingers start to lazily circle me. I reach for him, but Charlie lets go of my breast to pin my wrist, leaving me powerless to do anything about it. Not that I try very hard since I am enjoying this, as my body arches into his.
Charles focuses on how my body reacts before lowering his mouth to my bare nipple, his tongue swirling around it. I never had particularly sensitive nipples, but right now my entire body feels like a band ready to snap. I want him in a way I’ve never wanted anyone or anything. This goes past desire and excitement, this is a need. He is a necessity, like the air I need to breathe. I let out a moan and Charles grins before he releases my breast from his mouth. With better access, I fight with his bathing suit tie, finally managing to undo it.
I struggle with pulling it down, finally seeing his cock in full for the first time. I run my hand along the length of him, letting it be his turn for attention. For all the fooling around we have done, he’s focused the exploration on me, but now it's my turn to return the favor. I tug on his cock with one swift stroke, watching how his body responds. Charlie lets out a sharp breath, watching as I stroke him again, teasing him as I go. He kisses me hard on the mouth, tugging me close to him so our bodies are almost flush against each other. Charlie pauses before going any further, pulling away from me. The fire in his eyes still smolders, but his brow is creased in concentration.
“I don’t know what my birth control situation is.” I prop onto my elbows as he reaches for the nightstand. Of all the things to not know, this might be the most inconvenient.
“I am nothing if not prepared,” he says, pulling free a roll of condoms like a 17 year-old boy hitting it big. I laugh as he rips one off, sliding it on without complaint.
“Someone had high hopes for this trip,” I tease, fighting the smirk that threatens to break on my lips. I’m willing to admit to myself that I did too, and with each kiss, each touch, each tender moment, my hope grows past the idea of a casual hook-up. He flashes me his devilish grin and I feel my heart slam in my chest at the look.
“After our first encounter, I wanted to be prepared if it went any further. I grabbed these at the gift shop. Value size was all they had,” he says, sheepishly. Even his level of preparedness is turning me on and I can feel heat flood my core.
“Less talking, more kissing,” I order, grabbing his face with both hands and pulling him close to me. I’m afraid that if I don’t feel him inside me right now I will cease to exist, the desire burning me up from the inside out. I feel the pressure of him at my center begging for entrance, but he stops.
The concern drifts across his face again, stopping his movements. His hands are braced on either side of my head.
“I just,” he stumbles, lifting a hand to run his knuckles along my jaw. “This is okay? I want to make sure you’re alright. I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this because of everything that’s happened. Say stop and this stops.” His voice is rough, chock full of everything that he’s holding back. It makes my heart burst that he is so ready to do this, but is willing to forgo his pleasure if I’m not ready.
But I am ready. I am so fucking wet and ready and just want to feel him inside of me.
“Yes, I want this. I want you, Charlie,” I say, tilting my hips up to meet him. I feel the pressure of his tip as it enters me. We both hold our breath for just a moment before we moan in unison. Charlie watches me closely as he eases inside of me, tracking the way my head tilts back, exposing my neck to him as the smallest noise of desperation claws from the back of my throat.
My hands clutch his sides as he moves slowly to start, waiting for me to change my mind and tell him to stop. When I don’t, he grows more insistent with each thrust, lowering his mouth to my exposed neck. My back is arched into him, but I need him closer, deeper, and at my speed.
I roll onto my side, facing Charlie, and push him gently away with a hand. He’s so eager to be mindful of my needs that he doesn’t hesitate to back off, worry flashing on his face. But I roll with him, and when he realizes exactly what I’m doing, he grins. I hover, making sure that we’re centered before I lower myself down on him. The sound of pleasure he makes sends a thrill through me. I want to bottle that noise and hear it whenever I can because that noise is like a drug. It makes me feel powerful as his fingers dig into my hips, pulling and pushing gently.
Our bodies are moving in rhythm, like this is the hundredth or thousandth time we’ve done this together, not the first. I expected the awkwardness of new lovers, but it’s not here. This isn't the routine of old lovers, either. There is grace and frenzy and seduction in how our bodies fit together. He reaches out to grab my breast, teasing my nipple with his fingertips. Needing to feel that same power, I grab both of his wrists, forcing them back on the bed. I hold them there, the roll of my hips getting more insistent. I can see the control he has slipping and I let my body relax as he flips me onto my back.
His hand is hooked under me and his fingers dig into my shoulder. He pulls me as close as he can, plunging himself deep inside of me. I can feel the rising tide as my climax overpowers me. My eyes flutter closed and I want to bite down on my lip, but instead I cry out, not bothering to contain it. His hands clench on my shoulders as he reaches his own climax. His hip movement grows more frenzied and I hear my name on his lips as he roars his release. His iron-tight grip on my shoulders loosens as he thrusts a few more times before pulling out.
I lie there a moment, dragging in each ragged breath that I can. Charlie looks at me, quiet, as he hovers over me before pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. His movements are graceful as he climbs off the bed. My hand drops onto my stomach and I will my heart rate to slow. I twist on my side, toward the bathroom, as he ambles away to clean up.
I admire the shape of his body, especially his ass, as he walks away, and a feeling of contentment settles into my bones. Charlie remains silent as he runs the water to wash his hands. Left to my own thoughts, I rise and cross over to the tub, pensive.
I’ve never had sex like that in my life, and from the delicious ache that gathers in my muscles, I can guarantee I haven’t had sex like that in the last five years. It would be so easy to dismiss what is growing between us as lust, and I worry for a second that maybe this is that moment in a show where the two leads get together, thinking they have real chemistry, but they don’t. One look at Charlie where he faces the mirror earns me a wink and a sly smile and I know that my life isn’t a TV show. What I have is so much better, and the warmth in my limbs has nothing to do with my need to have him inside me again, but everything to do with the half smile and rumpled hair of that gorgeous man.
I settle into the warm water of the tub; steam is no longer rising off the surface. I sink into the water and pull my hair up into a bun. With nothing to clip it, I release it and slip further in so my breasts are covered. Behind me, I hear the champagne bottle pop before Charlie places a glass into my hand. The water overflows when he climbs into the spacious tub beside me.
“You should pinch me,” I demand. I let the champagne bubbles fizz in my mouth before I swallow.
“Why would I do that?” His tawny eyes watch me closely.
“Because it's the only way you can convince me that this isn’t just my coma brain dreaming this all up.” I love the sound of his laughter when he barks it out.
“This is very, very real.”
“There is no way that I’m sitting in paradise having been hit by a car that had a millionaire playboy riding in it. That shit just doesn’t happen in real life. I figure I was hit by a car and this is all the in-between world while my mind heals itself. I mean, what kind of name is Charles Breckenridge? You sound like some prep school douche.”
I don’t expect the quiet that follows my words, but a smirk does lift his lips. “I am very, very real. This is very real.”
Charlie places his hands on my hips under the water, pulling me toward him. I suck my lower lip between my teeth before looking at him through my lashes. If I’m right, if the perfect man has fallen into my lap, I don’t want to waste another minute of my time with him.