Her eyes travel over mychestand lower, flashing with heat when she reaches my thickening steel. She roams my face, biting herlip, begging me with a flick of hertongueacross her bottomliptokissher. So I do. I take her face between my palms and slant my mouth over hers, giving gentle sippingkisses, the softslideof mytonguebetween her lips neither desperate nor harsh. Exploring, tasting, deepening.
On a sigh, she pushes me away."Can we move to your bedroom? It's my turn to explore all of you."
Istandandpullher up from the couch. Before she can protest, I bend and scoop her into my arms. Her mouth flops open, but she quickly recovers and hangs an arm around my neck for support. She takes off her shoes and lets themdropalong the way.
"No one has ever carried me before,"she says in wonder."I'm too tall, too?—"
"Shh."I peck her lips and march down the hall to my room."You're too perfect. That's the only adjective I'll accept after the word 'too' when it comes to you. Besides, are you questioning my strength? I may not be a bodybuilder, but I can carry my girl."
Her cheeks pinken, but she doesn't say anything else. When we reach my room, I set her down on the edge of my bed andstandback, lifting my arms out to the side."How do you want me?"
She bites herlipand grabs the waist of my sweats to tug me into her. Iclosemy eyes as she licks around my belly button and places open-mouthkissesall along my abs. She lightly traces the tattoo inked on the left side of my ribcage, a purplish-blue passionflower, tickling a shiver up my spine before tracing the Mexican eagle tattooed on the right side of my ribs. She looks up at me through her lashes, arching one brow.
"One for my mother, one for my father,"I rasp in reply to her silent question, my arousal growing heavier with every light pass of her fingertips over my skin. My head drops forward. Irunmy hands down her hair, the silky strands flowing through my fingers while she continues to explore with her lips and fingers, following the thin trail of hair leading into my pants. She eases them over myhips, freeing my pulsing steel, swirling hertongueand spreading the beaded precum around the head. My breaths turn ragged, my muscles straining from resisting the urge topushbetween her pillowy lips into her hot, wet mouth. When shewantsme, she'll take me. This is her calltonight.
"Lie down,"she commands in a soft but firm voice. I climb onto the bed next to her and lie on my back. Mycockbobs against mystomachas she shifts on the bed, rising to her knees next to me and removing hertop. Herchestheaves, those glorious tits rising and falling, and when she reaches behind to unclasp her bra, I bite my fist to stifle a groan as theyfallfree.
"Touchme."
She doesn't have to ask twice. I palm her mounds, her nipples already hard as I twist andpullthem. She closes her eyes and moans, leaning over and bracing her hand on the pillow next to my head. I keep working one tit with my hand while I suck the other into my mouth, stroking her stiff peak with mytongue. Islidemy free hand up her skirt, her arousal coating my fingers with a pass through her slick heat.
She answers with adeepgroan and bucks against my hand. I take the hint and she's so wet it takes nothing to breach her entrance with my middle and ring finger. I press the heel of my palm against her bud while I curl my digits, looking for the button that makes her scream. I pinch her tit and suck her swollen nipples. It's not long before her pussy clenches around me, her keening turning into loud, long moans until at last she detonates around me, screaming my name along with a litany of pleas to every known God and Goddess in existence.
She collapses, quivering and boneless, ontopof me. I roll her under me and tug off her skirt, the breath knocked out of my lungs at the spectacular beauty before me.
Ivory skin glowing, lit only by the moonlight drifting in through the partially open blinds. She'sfuckingflawless. I pepper her face and neck with tinykisses, my dick throbbing, weeping for release. But it'll be on her terms. Whatever shewants. I'm hers. Totally and completely hers.
"Coco,"I say, my voice gravelly with desire."What do you want? I'll do anything you want. Name it."
She caresses my jaw, her eyes twin blue flames."Fuckme,Charlie. I want you tofuckme."
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Palmer
Charlie'sgolden brown eyes liquefy into molten pools transfixed on my face. A pulse ticks in his jaw as he rakes hisgazedown my body, his brows lowering and lips spreading into a wolfishgrin. A thrill of anticipation ripples through me. He leans down and presses akissto mystomach, then to each breast and my neck before sweeping histonguealong my lips."Are you sure?"
I nod vigorously. My breathing has shallowed, my heart still galloping in mychest. Hekissesa hot path back down my neck."Do you,"I swallow,"want to?"
Hesitsup andstaresdown at me with a mixture of perplexity and need. He pushes his hard-on against my leg. "Can't you tell? I want nothing more than to be inside you. I want to crawl inside your body, slip myself inside those velvet walls and feel you pulse around me, your sweet cunt milking mycockuntil I can't see anything but you coming apart under me, hear nothing but you screaming my name, feel nothing but you wrapped around me burning with pleasure, until we're both so consumed in the fire we won't know where we end and the other begins.
"So yes, Coco. I want to."Hekissesthe corner of my mouth."I want this."Hekissesthe sensitive pearl under my tight curls.
"I want you."Hekissesthetopof my left breast. I melt likeicedropped on acitystreet in July.
He gathers me in his arms andkissesme like the world is ending—deep, desperate, and demanding. The mattress undulates as he continues to steal my breath, moving his way between my thighs to nestle against my bare flesh. He pauses long enough to reach into the drawer of the nightstand and remove a foil packet, tearing it open with his teeth before biting at my lips to let histonguein again. There's more shifting until his hot length nudges my center. Idropmy knees, opening myself to him. He releases my mouth and in unspoken synchronicity, we stare down as he fists the base of his sheathedcockand guides it to my entrance. In one smooth thrust, he rocks inside me. I swallow a gasp at howdeephe fills me.
"Are you okay?"he whispers, watching my face with intense concern. He's holding still, the muscles in his arms quaking while he keeps himself propped above me, unmoving as I adjust to his girth.
"More than,"I say on a catch of breath.
Slowly, hepullsout to the tip, then pushes back in with just as muchcare. It's like every nerve in my body is connected to the ones inside mysex, and as he drags his length against my inner walls, they all erupt in a series of tiny explosions, shooting out to my toes and the ends of my hair. Imeethim thrust for thrust, gradually climbing to a steady pace. He changes the angle of hispushwith a tilt of myhips. I cry out as with each rock forward, he taps thedeepwell of hidden pleasure in me. In only a couple of weeks, I've experienced more pleasure, learned more about my own body than in ten years of sexual activity. UntilCharlie, I thought the clit was my most sensitive part, and that a good vibrator or well-placed thumb were the only ways to unlock all its splendidness. I was wrong. So wrong. So so wrong...
Charliepicks up the tempo, and it's not long before Istartfloating. I'm only feeling and pleasure and stardust in his arms, as his dick taps, taps, taps its magic code against my pleasure center. Moans become cries become shouts while I beg him not to stop, don't stop, never ever stop.
"Charlie,"I wail, digging my nails into his backside."Charlie, God,Charlie."
"That's it, baby,"he groans with me."Take all of me like a good girl."
