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"And clearly with someone who had no idea what he was doing," Charlie agreed, smiling softly as he lowered his head down closer to mine. "We'll go at your pace," he told me, sealing his lips over mine, kissing me long and deep until all thoughts of fear or uncertainty melted away under the need to feel all he had to offer me.
"Charlie, please," I whimpered, hips grinding up into him.
A groan escaped him as he balanced on one arm again, reaching toward the nightstand on his side of the bed, producing a condom foil, then making short work of protecting us both.
The hesitation returned, making my muscles tense, my body suddenly unsure about the invasion.
But Charlie slowed, his head ducking so his lips, tongue, and scruff could tease my neck, my breasts, before moving back upward, claiming my lips once again.
Only then did I feel his body shift, his cock sliding down my cleft to press against the entrance of my body.
His head lifted, eyes searching mine as he tentatively eased forward, his cock sliding ever-so-slightly inside me with a slight burning twinge of pain as my body tried to adjust to the invasion, to his sheer size.
"Breathe," he reminded me, making me realize my chest was tight. I slowly sucked in air. "Good girl," he crooned on my exhale as he pressed deeper, the pain a little less intense, just a pinch that said no one had ever filled me the way he could. "You're so tight, baby," he added as he surged forward one more time, claiming every last inch of me, settling so deep that it pinched in an entirely new way, one that was almost half-pleasure, one that I perversely hoped would never stop.
Fully inside me, his lips claimed mine again, but not so patient, so explorative. Harder. Hungrier. More needy. Like I knew his body must have been. Because mine was as well.
The primal, instinctive need to move overtook me before it did him, making my hips rock up against his, trying to get relief from the clawing need deep within.
"Please," I begged, hands digging into the firm flesh of his back. "Charlie..." I added on a whimper as a pressure built slowly, promising the kind of oblivion I had yet to know. If only he would cooperate.
He smiled softly down at me for a moment, eyes full of something I couldn't quite place - pride or pleasure or a mix of the two.
"Greedy pussy," he rumbled at me as his cock slid out, then pressed back in, the pace unhurried, calculated, as he looked down at me to gauge my reaction.
My legs curled up around him, wrapping him up with all my limbs as he kept thrusting, slow and controlled, but more powerful with each stroke, building the pressure within me until I felt like it overtook me completely, making it impossible even to pull in breath to moan, making my sounds of need come out like choked whimpers.
"Close," he murmured, feeling my walls tighten around him. "You gonna come for me?" he asked, voice rougher than I had ever heard it.
"Y...yes," I cried, fingertips feeling wet from his sweat or blood or both, something in that seeming to give me that final push toward the edge.
When Charlie thrust forward, his cock burying as deep as my body could take, that was it.
I shattered.
His name came screaming out of me as the orgasm tore through my system, leaving nothing but shambles in the wake of the pleasure as Charlie kept thrusting through it, dragging it out, before slamming deep, and coming with my name like a prayer on his tongue.
His weight came down on me, his face pressed into the crook of my neck as we both fought for air, for relaxed heartbeats, stumbling our way back to reality after something that felt like something else entirely, something sacred, something almost spiritual.
It was a long time, our bodies cooling, our breathing evening out, before he pushed up on arms that must have felt wobbly, though he showed no signs of complaint or weakness, eyes intense, boring into me, searching, maybe, to find something, something that he felt and needed confirmation of from me.
And it was there.
It had been there.
Unsaid for weeks, buried under the fear of loss, of vulnerability, of the repercussions of opening myself up in such a way, of entrusting that truth to another human being. A man especially.
My hand rose, shaking in exhaustion and maybe a bit of fear as my hand landed on his cheek, watching as his tension softened.
"I love you."
Where I expected to feel uncertainty, all I felt as the words left my lips was rightness.
Nothing, nothing had ever felt so right as loving Charlie Mallick.
And, as it turned out, being loved in return.
"I love you too."NINEHelen - 1.5 years
