Liam
Charlie wasthe last thing I saw before I slipped into unconsciousness and the first thing I saw when I woke up, and for the barest second I realized that I could get used to waking up to her. I could get used to having her in my bed, her arms wrapped around me and her head resting on my chest. I’d had my fair share of relationships, but no other woman in my bed had ever felt as right as Charlie.
It should have scared the fuck out of me.
I knew when I had time to think with my head instead of my dick that reality would come crashing down eventually. But with her in my arms, all I could think about was having her just one more time. Just one more taste of perfection.
I shifted until she lay on her back and smiled when she made a sound of annoyance. Slowly, as if unwrapping a present, I tugged the sheet down to bare her body and marveled that I’d spent over a decade next to her without taking a bite. She shivered a little from the exposure and her pretty, dark nipples beaded up. Unable to resist, I leaned forward and took one into my mouth to tease it with my tongue. Her hips lifted and her hands slid against the sheets, but she didn’t wake.
As I nipped and swirled, I caressed her skin with the back of my hand. Inch by inch, her body woke to my touch. When she was moaning and arching beside me, I moved down the bed to tug off her panties and spread her legs. My mouth watered at the sight of her and I ducked my head to feast.
I started slowly, tracing her wetness with my tongue, searching out the spots that made her come alive beneath my hands. Soon, her fists were gripping my hair and moans erupted from her throat.
“Oh, yes,” she said, but her eyes were still closed and her voice soft still with sleep. “Yes.”
Her hips bucked against my face, and it was unabashed, unashamed. I couldn’t get enough of her response. I wanted her crazy and mindless for me. To wake to the edge of orgasm. To know her first thought was of me, that I’d be as branded on her as she was on me.
Her grip in my hair tightened and her legs by my sides lifted and spread even more. I grabbed the backs of her knees with my hands and pressed them wide and far, pinning them so she was completely vulnerable to me. My tongue engaged in a wicked assault that brought Charlie arching up from the bed, propped up by her hands, her eyes wide and her body on the edge of release.
I paused long enough for a quick, “Good morning,” before I was back to driving her crazy.
“Oh, God, Liam. What are you doing?” she said between gasps for breath. “Oh, you have to stop. I can’t…”
I gripped her hips more tightly and tilted them up to my waiting mouth. “Yes, you can.”
As I watched her resist and then give in, I realized I wanted to do it again and we’d barely even finished. There was something beautiful about seeing her completely exposed and open to me. She’d always been able to tell me anything, but this was different. This was a side of her I never knew existed, and all I wanted to do was figure out what other parts of her I’d been missing.
I couldn’t get enough of her taste. I wanted it to coat my tongue. I wanted to drown in her until there was nothing, no one else but her. The thought should have scared me, the intensity should have been overwhelming, but instead it was comforting. Everything inside of me was screaming to take her, to make her mine, but I wanted to give her this first. I wanted to know what she looked like when she went over the edge.
My arms went under her legs and the insides of her calves clutched and gripped at my shoulders, trying and failing to find purchase. Just when I heard her breathing catch, I pulled back and kissed her trembling thighs until her hips bucked up to me, silently urging me to come back to her.
I repeated the languorous teasing until her control broke. Her hands seized on the blankets, ripping them from the bed, searching for an anchor to hold on to. I moved impossibly closer until her hands found my forearms. Even if I had no sensation, I would have recognized the meeting by the deep inhale, by the way the tension melted from her body as our fingers intertwined.
I liked that connection, the way my touch grounded her just as much as my mouth enticed her to fly. My intention was to draw it out, make it last, drive all the doubts out of her mind by pure will alone, but there was something about the taste of her on my tongue that short-circuited my brain.
It started easy. Light teasing nips. The slow pass of my mouth and breath over her sensitive skin. Then languid licks and open-mouthed kisses. She lifted her hips up to meet me and I backed away until she groaned and pleaded. Then the process started all over again. I had myself under control until I followed the taste of her to the source and thrust my tongue inside.
“Liam, oh my God. Omigod.” Her desperate words turned into mindlessly whispered pleas, which only served to spur me on.
I used the grip on her hands to pull her whole body closer to me. Without even thinking, she started to lift her hips to meet the thrusts of my tongue. Her hips became unglued and ground against me. I was hard as a rock, but nothing on God’s green earth, not even my own discomfort, would have torn me away from the greedy draws of her pussy as she grew closer and closer to the edge of reason.
“Don’t stop,” I heard Charlie sigh. “Please, don’t stop.”
Her nails bit into my wrist as I shifted to lift her hips to my mouth. The muscles in her thighs and stomach clenched and her heels dug into my ribs. She was so close, and I’d never wanted anything more than to bring her there.
The strain caused her thighs to shake and I could tell she was holding back. Little growls ripped out of her throat as she chased the edge of release repeatedly. It was only the realization that she was probably thinking too much that tore me away.
She wouldn’t look at me as I crawled up her body, but that was okay. I stretched out next to her and pulled her in to my warmth, making sure to tuck the sheets around us. The tension didn’t completely go out of her body, but she turned to the circle of my arms, which I took as a good sign. She took in a deep breath and when she let it out, it was a little shaky.
“I’m sorry,” she said, and I’d never heard her voice so meek. It made me want to gather her close to me and never let go. Christ.
“Don’t be sorry, baby girl. You have nothing to apologize for.” I pulled her close to me so she could lay her head on my chest like we’d done a thousand times before. Nothing had ever felt so right.
Only when I thought she was ready, did I place an arm on her thigh. Her heartbeat thundered against my chest, but I merely traced patterns along her skin until it calmed again. Then I increased the pressure of my hands and rubbed all over her stomach and thighs. It was as much to soothe her as it was to keep my hands on her. I couldn’t seem to get enough.
With each pass, my hands dipped lower and lower. To the tops of her thighs. The globes of her ass, the small of her back. When I heard her breath catch again, I traced the inside of her thigh with one finger until her legs shifted, allowing me access.
My new favorite thing was listening to her breathing change as my hands mapped her body. I’d never known she could make such erotic sounds and I wanted to catalogue each one. Like how touching the skin just underneath her belly button could make her sigh or how scratching lightly over the backs of her thighs would make her shift and grind closer to me.
