When I run my tongue from the base of his cock to the very tip, he makes a sound of pent-up longing. I take him in my mouth, inch by inch, but it isn’t enough.
He growls and pushes my head down a little, always needing to be the one in control.
Using my tongue against the sensitive underside of his cock, I do everything I can to give him the same kind of pleasure he gave me. Alternating between doing that and taking him deep, it's only minutes before he pulls me away.
At my protest, he merely shakes his head. “There’s time for that later. I promise.”
Then he pulls me to my feet, switching our positions again. He makes quick work of my dress, pulling it up over my head. I’m not wearing a bra with this dress, so my bare breasts are exposed. I bite my lip as he palms them; heat spreads through my body.
“So beautiful,” he marvels. He bends down and takes one nipple in his mouth. He sucks on it, making my back arch. When he releases it in favor of the other, I call out his name.
“Please, Charlie,” I moan.
“Please what?” he asks in a low voice with a hint of desperation. Like he needs me to tell him. Like his world depends on it.
“Please…”Be with me. Be with me for more than just this.My heart is desperate for me to say the words, but nothing comes out.
The brush of his fingers against my core is like a live wire. He bends to kiss my breast again, his fingers coaxing, opening me to his view.
I moan as he kisses his way down to my pussy. He kneels, discovering me with a series of slow licks that send me sky high. He shifts himself, pressing one hand on the top of my sex, while the other explores.
Charlie finds my clit with his tongue, running lazy circles around it, driving me wild. One finger dips inside my core.
“Yes,” I whisper, urging him on.
That same finger that dipped into my center withdraws, then brushes backward.
Is he—?
He chooses that moment to focus on my clit, while sliding his finger around and around the tight hole. I am crazed with the need to get off, and when he focuses in on my clit again, and presses his finger against my rear entrance…
His finger slips in with little resistance. I feel my face heat as I realize that I don’t hate it… in fact, it feels…good. Hot and full, but it feels so good. Oh my God. It takes everything not to move against his motions.
He slows his pace, giving me a second to get used to the feeling of his finger in my ass, grinding in rhythm. I'm ashamed to find how much I like it. I moan every time he moves his finger.
It’s sotaboo, so wrong…
He sucks on my clit, although I can’t forget about where his finger is. He picks up the pace, his tongue moves faster, massaging and taking me higher. He slowly brings a second finger to join the first.
I explode, riding high on a wave of sensation that won’t stop. I call his name as I find a sudden release, a blessing or a curse, I don’t know.
Before I even finish, Charlie stands up and turns me around. My naked breasts touch the bar and I spread my legs for him. He runs his hand down my bare back, and squeezes one of my ass cheeks.
“You really want me?” he asks me.
“Yes,” Igroan. “Are you going to…” I want to ask him if he’s going to try to put himself…
“Not tonight, sweetheart. I don’t want to hurt you.” Before I can answer, the words are knocked out of me.
He enters me in one brutal stroke, making us both cry out. He fills me completely, possesses me utterly, steals my very breath.
He does it again, and again. Over and over, he strokes into me with every bit of his strength. My body knows what's coming. I’m shaking like a leaf.
Every nerve ending cries out for fulfillment. I move with him, thrust with him until I can’t anymore. Until I see the edge of the precipice, looking up from down below.
He doesn’t stop fucking me, taking me even higher. Prolonging the pleasure.
He stiffens and grabs my hips hard, bruising my flesh as he finds his own release.
