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We both share a chuckle, lightening the mood and relieving some of the tension that has built up. It feels good to have this open conversation, to establish trust and boundaries before delving into something more intimate.
As we stand facing each other, the air between us is charged with anticipation. I reach out and gently trace my fingertips along Charlotte’s cheekbone. Her skin is soft beneath my touch, and she leans into it, her eyes fluttering closed. She leans into my touch, her body relaxing under it.
I take a step closer, closing the gap between us. My hand slips from her cheek, bypassing her neck and shoulders to fall to her hips. I draw her flush against me before I lean down to kiss her. Our lips meet again, this time much softer than before. The kiss is slow and sensual, a dance between our tongues that ignites a fire within me. With each passing second, the hunger within me grows. I want to explore every inch of Charlotte’s body to make her feel desired and cherished.
I pull away from her. Her lips are red and swollen, and her chest heaves.
“Sit on the edge of the bed,” I direct her.
Charlotte obeys, her eyes never leaving mine as she perches on the bed’s edge, her anticipation palpable. I slowly approach her, my gaze fixed on her captivating eyes. The room is heavy with an intoxicating mix of desire and uncertainty.
I stand before her, the distance between us mere inches. My hands tremble with both nervousness and eagerness as they hover over her thighs.
“May I touch you?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper.
A soft smile graces Charlotte’s lips as she nods, permitting me to explore the depths of her pleasure. I let out a shaky breath, my fingers finally descending upon the warmth of her skin. They trace delicate patterns along her thighs, sending shivers of delight coursing through her body.
The hemline of her dress shifts as she squirms, inching higher and higher until the edge of her panties peeks under the dark fabric.
I lean in closer, my lips hovering just inches from hers. As I speak, my voice husky and filled with longing, I say softly, “You’re safe with me.”
Charlotte’s eyes widen with a mix of vulnerability and desire. She reaches up to cup my face, her touch grounding me in the present moment. “I believe you,” she whispers.
I begin to kneel between her legs, her knees parting wider to accommodate my wider body. She watches intently as my fingers trace higher, brushing against her pussy through her panties.
The heat radiating from her core sears through the flimsy fabric, and I can feel her dampness beginning to soak through. Slowly, teasingly, I apply gentle pressure with my fingertips, feeling the slickness of her arousal against my touch. She gasps, her back arching instinctively, and I can’t help but moan at the sight before me.
With every stroke, every featherlight caress against her sensitive flesh, her body responds with a symphony of quivers and trembles. Her breath hitches in her throat as she clings to the edge of the bed, her knuckles turning white.
I lean in closer, my hot breath ghosting over the fabric covering her most intimate part. “Do you want me to taste you?” The question hangs thick in the air, filled with anticipation and desire. Charlotte nods eagerly, a wordless plea escaping her lips.
With measured control, I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties and pull them down her legs, leaving her completely exposed to my hungry gaze. The sight before me is breathtaking—her sex glistening with need and anticipation. My mouth waters as I lean in, my tongue darting out to lap at her folds.
“What’s your safe word, Charlotte?” I ask her.
“Zip-line,” she repeats.
“Good girl.”
A low moan escapes Charlotte’s lips as soon as my tongue touches her delicate flesh, sending vibrations of pleasure coursing through her body. I delve deeper, savoring every delicious taste that she offers. The tangy sweetness of her arousal fills my senses, intoxicating me further.
“The sounds you make, Charlotte… sweet like an angel’s voice.”
My fingers slip between her slick folds, exploring the wetness that coats her entrance. I tease and stroke her swollen clit with increasing intensity, matching the rhythm of my tongue against her sensitive flesh. Charlotte’s moans grow louder, echoing through the room as she loses herself in the waves of pleasure crashing over her.
I can feel her body trembling beneath me, her legs quivering as her orgasm builds. With each flick of my tongue and curl of my fingers, she edges closer to the precipice of release. I continue to push her higher, determined to take her to the pinnacle of ecstasy.
Her grip on the edge of the bed tightens, her knuckles turning white with the intensity of her pleasure. I can sense her need for release and the overwhelming desire that courses through her veins. And with a final, deliberate stroke, I bring her to the brink.
“Give it to me, sweetheart. Let go.”
Charlotte cries out, a guttural sound that fills the air as a powerful orgasm crashes over her. Her body convulses beneath me, muscles clenching and releasing in delicious waves of bliss. I keep my touch gentle and steady, riding out the aftershocks until she finally collapses onto the bed, breathless and satiated.
As she lies there panting, a satisfied smile graces her lips. Our eyes meet in a moment charged with both lust and tenderness. She reaches out for me. Her hands go to my fly, but I stop her.
“No.”
“No? But I thought?” Hurt and confusion on her pretty face.
