With one hand he teases my nipple using his finger tip to draw circles around it before taking the raised center between his forefinger and thumb pinching gently, waking up every nerve in my body. His other hand continues to travel down my side to my pajama bottoms. He doesn’t move to my core; instead, he grips my hip and rocks against me, his mouth finding mine. I feel his hardness against me, almost whimpering at the solidness of his cock.
I reach for his boxers again, and he grabs my wrists, setting both hands above me, gentle and forceful at the same time. I’m glad then that I’d ordered handcuffs and restraints for Christmas, for some light fun later on. He lets me go so he can take off his boxers. There is a silent command in his brown eyes to stay where I am and to not move a muscle. I obey willingly.
Charlie whips his boxers off, leaving them in a puddle at his feet. He stands beside the bed, erect and ready for me. I look at him from head to toe, admiring, always admiring the Greek god of a man who decided that he wanted to be with me. He grabs a condom from the nightstand, sliding it on before he settles between my legs. I reach for him, but he’s lightning quick, capturing my wrists and holding them above my head as he teases me with the tip of his cock. I try to lift my hips to meet him, and he pulls back, watching me squirm.
“This is fifty shades of fucking unfair.” My voice is strangled, and his laughter rumbles until he thrusts deep inside me. I cry out, calling his name for the first time, and I love how it sounds. He takes his time, slowly drawing sounds of pleasure from me with each move of his hips. My back arches and I press hard into him as the pressure inside me builds, growing with every movement he takes. Charlie’s face is in the crook of my neck, his mouth nipping and sucking as he helps me reach release. My whole body feels limp under him, but I keep my hips moving in rhythm with him.
He’s not done with me yet, as he flips me over, giving me a different angle and pleasure point. Charlie grips my hips, starting slow again, seeing what speed and depth drive a bigger reaction. His fingers trace the angel wings on the small of my back.
“I don’t know how I could forget about this,” he purrs, gripping me tightly.
“Oh God,” I pant as he picks up speed, slamming into me to the hilt. My face digs into the pillow in front of me and my hands clench the headboard. A moan, deep and feral, escapes my throat as I have a second orgasm. I can’t see Charlie’s face, but I can imagine how smug he is. His movements slow, and he withdraws. I collapse facedown in a heap, boneless and spent.
“You didn’t finish,” I point out as I flip over and he starts to get off the bed. He doesn’t say anything, only offering a small shrug. I scooch to the edge of the bed, grab his shoulder, and stop him. I tug him back to me, pulling his face to mine. The kiss is slow and deep, my mouth opening to him, our tongues dancing against each other. The kiss moves from sweet to hot.
“I want you to come,” I insist as I eyeball his cock, which still appears to be ready for me. His Adam's apple bobs as he looks at me.
“I won’t argue with that.” He places his knees on either side of me, lifts my legs so that my ankles are on his shoulders, and he kisses the insides of my legs. He presses a kiss to the scar on my leg. Gripping my hips, he tugs me against him, and he thrusts to the hilt. I cry out, biting my lip at the suddenness and he stills.
“Don’t stop,” I plead.
Charlie doesn’t and I can see the pleasure on his face as he moves slowly. His thumb moves between my legs, rubbing small concentric circles around my clit. There is power in watching the impact you have on your partner as they move to the absolute bliss that an orgasm brings. A smaller wave of my own pleasure follows.
“That feels like a record,” Charlie teases, an eyebrow quirking upwards. He climbs off me and heads to the bathroom. I follow him and watch him in the mirror as we both clean up.
“Someone seems proud of himself.”
He kisses the top of my head. “Seems like something I should be proud of: getting a woman to orgasm three times in a row.”
Even I can’t help the smirk on my face. “Two and a half,” I say, trying to keep his ego in check.
“Sure." He nods, his face burying a smirk of his own while also telling me that he doesn’t believe me at all. “I still have work to do. You should get some sleep and we can talk more in the morning.”
I gnaw on my lip, trying not to feel like a child being put to bed. I know he probably should have stayed at work later and made a huge sacrifice by coming home when he did. That car had hit me at two in the morning, which had been a normal time for him to leave.
I bury that feeling, though, because I know that he’s trying to manage both work and a new relationship. I don’t know much about his ex, but I know that the relationship collapsed around his work schedule. I’m determined not to give up on him. I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.
Chapter 15
InthemorningIbroach the subject of needing a key to the apartment for myself. I’m hardly held captive here, free to come and go as I please, but usually one of the doormen has to let me back in when I return. Charlie admits that I have a point and that night when he comes home, he hands me a small box. I shouldn’t be surprised when I see a key sitting inside, but I still am.
“What will I give you for our first Christmas now?” he moans, feigning dismay.
“You’re sure you’re okay with this? Giving me a key? You don’t feel like we’re moving too fast?” I ask, holding it in my hand. The key is on a bicycle keychain. For a moment, I can’t decide if it’s too much dark humor, but then I smile. It's just the right amount.
“Doyoufeel like we’re moving too fast?” He ducks to look me in the eye, his fingers grazing my chin, lifting my head to look at him.
My lips twist into a scowl. “Answering a question with a question is so annoying,” I retort, stalling. “I’m okay with it, but I’m not the one whose friends and family are worried about me being manipulated by some gold digger.”
Charlie takes my hands, with the keyring wrapped around a finger, and plops next to me on the couch. There is no hesitation to what he has to say. “Fuck them.”
I laugh.
“No, seriously, fuck them. I think we can both agree that you hardly sought me out. You didn’t dive in front of my car knowing I was in it, planning to get my money. I think we can also agree that this has been something more for a while, even before the trip. I know I was afraid to say anything to you.” He pauses.
“We both spent so much time worrying that the other might feel they were being taken advantage of, that we never said what we meant or what we wanted to say. At least, I did for those first few months. So I’m going to say it.” He pauses again and looks meaningfully into my eyes. “Move in. Keep your apartment if you want, so you know you have somewhere to fall back to, but I told you before and I’ll tell you again: I’m all in.”
I kiss him, squeezing the key between our hands, the ridges imprinting on my skin. A brief thought dances through my head: maybe it's finally time to visit my old apartment, now that I’m in a different headspace.