Page 34 of Broken Chords
Chapter Thirteen
Harmony:when two or more pitches sound simultaneously; the combination of simultaneously sounded musical notes to produce chords and chord progressions that have a pleasing effect
Damian
Charlie’s eyes shine in the candlelight when I pull back from our kiss, her skin glowing and luminescent. She’s right. The candle is so much better than the overhead light. God, she’s gorgeous. Her eyes, her smile, her curves. The way she fell apart in my hands. It’s been so long since I’ve done that for anyone. I’ve forgotten how enjoyable it is.
“Wow,” she breathes, looking up at me.
I smile and bend to kiss her once more.
When I pull back, she examines my face, her brows crinkling together. “Not that I’m complaining, but I thought we were going to …”
“Oh, we are. Don’t worry about that.” I don’t say out loud that I know girls don’t always get there from just sex. Adriana, my high school girlfriend, always enjoyed things more with a warmup orgasm. I figure that’s the gentlemanly thing to do. Ladies first, after all.
Standing, I strip off my clothes, enjoying the way Charlie props herself up on her elbows to watch me. It’s a relief to get out of my jeans. They’ve been too tight since the drive home. But I wanted to make sure she got what she needed first, and it’s best to stay clothed to make it easier to resist temptation.
Now, there’s no need to hold off. And I’m not sure how much longer I can control myself anyway. The need to be inside her has only grown since she told me she loved me an hour ago.
I tear open the box of condoms, almost dropping it and spilling a strip of condoms onto the floor. Charlie leans over, her breasts squishing together so temptingly that I stop, watching the way she moves as she retrieves the strip, rips one off, and holds it out to me.
“Or did you want me to do it?”
Blinking, her words sink in. “Oh God. I don’t think I could take that right now.”
She chuckles, her eyes dancing as I take the square packet from her fingers. “Hurry up, then. No need to wait.”
Her next words almost make me shoot into the condom before I even get inside her, even though the blowjob earlier should’ve taken the edge off enough to make that unlikely.
“I’ve been aching to have you inside me all night.”
“It would be rude of me to make you wait any longer, I suppose.”
She chuckles, the sound low and sexy and hitting me straight in the groin, and reaches for me.
Crawling onto the bed with her, I cover her body with mine. She opens her legs, making room for me, her arms wrapping around my neck to pull me close for a kiss. When our mouths fuse together, I nudge at her opening.
Her hips lift, and I press inside just barely. She groans when I pull back and press inside a little more. Her hands slide down my back, clutching my ass, trying to press us together.
“God, you are the worst kind of tease,” she groans into my neck.
“You want more?”
“God, yes. Do you want me to beg?”
I’ve never had a woman beg me for sex. “That wasn’t my goal. I like taking my time.”
She presses up to meet me more insistently, driving me in farther than I intended. “Sweet Jesus, you’re going to be the death of me. You’re going to kill me with taking forever just to get all the way inside me.”
Pressing up on my hands, I drive my hips forward, sinking all the way inside her and holding myself there. “That what you want?”
Her back arches and her eyes clench shut as she moans. “Fuck yes. Finally.”
She’s so hot and slick, and her muscles are already fluttering around me. It takes all my control to stay still and just be. Here. Now. This. This is all that matters in this moment.
“Charlie.”
At her name, her head tips my way, and her eyes open into the barest slits.
