Because he wanted me.
Oh, did he want me.
And the feeling was mutual.
Our formal clothing made a trail to my bed—my fur-lined wrap on the kitchen island, Charlie’s tie on the stairs, my dress slung over the banister, his suit coat on the hallway floor. I’m sure we could have undressed in half the time if we’d taken a break from the rapturous kissing, but neither of us seemed willing to take our lips from each other for longer than a fraction of a second.
I loved the way Charlie kissed me that night, with nothing held back. Maybe words weren’t his thing, but I understood how he felt from the way his lips moved over mine, combining the soft, sweet honesty of the kiss at Cliff Bell’s with all the passion that came before and after. No game, no pretense, no rules.
For the first time, everything felt so real.
When we were finally pressed skin to skin, we tumbled onto the bed, and Charlie lifted me on top so I was sitting on his hips. His cock was thick and hard between my legs, and I rubbed my wetness over him, placing my palms on his hot, tight abs.
“God, you’re beautiful.” His hands squeezed my thighs.
“You can’t even see me.” We hadn’t bothered to turn on any lights, and the shades were down.
“I know you are. I don’t need to see it.” Then he grabbed me at the waist and moved me up so I was straddling his chest. “But I do need to taste it.” He shimmied down so my knees rested on either side of his face. I fell forward and grabbed the wrought-iron bars of my headboard as his tongue swept my pussy, my body trembling as he did it again and again. “You’re so sweet,” he whispered, his breath tickling my thighs. “So pretty and sweet and wet. I can’t get enough.” He pulled me down over his mouth and sucked my clit, and I moaned with pleasure, arching my back.
I could have come in a heartbeat, but I wanted to do something first. “Charlie, wait.” I leaned back and looked down at him. “I want to try something.”
“Anything.”
Carefully, I got to my feet and turned around before kneeling over him again, crawling forward so my pussy rested above his face and his cock was an inch from my lips. I licked the tip, and it jumped.
I smiled. “I want to try this.”
His tongue was already buried between my legs when I licked him again, and he moaned when I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, pumping him into my mouth as I sucked the tip. Finally my hands were free, and I was anxious to use them along with my mouth. I wanted to make Charlie come this way, wanted to taste him the way he liked to taste me.
But I had a problem.
Charlie’s tongue technique was so magnificent between my thighs, I kept losing my concentration. Every time I thought I had the perfect rhythm—he’d groan and gasp and I could taste his salty sweetness—he’d unleash his ardor on my clit, flicking even faster, sucking even harder, dragging his tongue through my wetness. I’d get so hot and bothered and close to orgasm that my brain practically shut down, every muscle in my body seizing up, including my tongue.
“Charlie,” I panted. “Stop being so good at that. You’re distracting me, and I want to make you come.”
He laughed, and the vibration nearly sent me over the edge.
“I’m serious.” I swung one leg over and scooted around so that I was kneeling next to him. Taking his wet cock in my hand again, I lowered my head. “Let me do this. I want to.” I knew Charlie preferred to be in control, and I wondered if he’d see this as relinquishing it.
He propped himself up on his elbows. “This is what you want?”
“Yes.” I circled the tip with my tongue before sliding it between my lips. I took him as deep as I could before sliding my lips back up the shaft, my tongue sweeping over veins thick and hot with blood. “I want you to come in my mouth. I want to taste it.”
He groaned and moved a hand to my ass, and when I lowered my mouth onto his erection again, I widened my knees a little, arched my back. His hand kneaded my flesh and slipped between my thighs, his fingers sliding along my slit from front to back. His breathing was labored and loud, and between my lips I felt his cock grow stiffer. Gripping him tightly with one hand, pumping him deep into my throat, I reached between his legs with the other.
He moaned as I teased and played and caressed, his thigh muscles tensing when I rubbed a fingertip in firm little circles over a sensitive spot. I wanted to go further, touch him even more intimately, but it was, um, territory I’d never explored before. Would he let me? Would he think I was perverted? Was it too dirty even for him? What if he thought I was deviant because I came from a broken home?
Oh, for fuck’s sake, Erin. Put your finger in the hole.
I think the inner voice was Coco’s, not mine, but I took her advice. I glanced at Charlie, who’d gone still and silent. Our eyes had adjusted to the dark, and in the grayness, I could make out his features. I smiled, keeping eye contact as I returned my mouth to where it had been a moment ago. Resuming a steady rhythm with my mouth on his cock, I boldly probed with my fingertip where no fingertip of mine had ever probed before.
“Fuck!” Charlie’s hand slapped my ass so hard it stung, and then he palmed that cheek, his fingers digging into my flesh. He came so hard and fast I nearly choked, but the thrill of victory coursed through me. I did it! I made him lose control! His cock throbbed, liquid warmth streaming into my mouth, and I didn’t stop until every last drop had been milked from his body and every last tremor had ceased. Only then did I release him from my mouth and swallow.