“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” I mutter before I come.
My orgasm starts slowly, leisurely, like it thinks it has all the time in the world and that I am not locked in a cloakroom at a seventieth birthday party. But fuck me, it feels good. I feel it detonate in my clit then expand through my cunt, up through my stomach and down my thighs. I feel it shake my legs and harden my nipples to uncomfortable points inside my lace bra. I feel it flush my cheeks and curl my toes. It washes over me again and again and again until it starts to fade. But even the aftershocks alter my breathing, and have me biting down on my index finger so I don’t make too much noise.
And Charlie… Charlie follows my orders to a T. Lapping away at my clit, not stopping until I’m gripping his head with one hand and pushing him away because suddenly, I’m so sensitive there, too sensitive.
“Fuck,” I gasp as my breath starts to come back, my stomach still rising and falling quickly.
“Good?” he asks, once again resting back on his knees.
I think about pulling him up and kissing my taste off his lips, mouth and chin. I think about having him stand up and pushing him against the door while I yank his trousers down and take his hard cock all the way down my throat.
But I don’t do any of that. Instead, I drop to my knees in front of him and reach for his face. I kiss the words I want to say into his mouth.Thank you. Andthat was incredible. AndI haven’t come like that in months. Andthank you again. Because I’m not about to say anything like that to him. Besides, I don’t want to talk. I want to see him come just as hard as I did.
That’s why I reach for his trousers and resume my fumbling fight with his belt buckle.
“Mina, wait,” he says, moving his mouth away from mine. Undeterred, I start to kiss his neck. It’s another little surprise when I find his skin smells and tastes like summer fruit. Like fresh strawberries or raspberries, served with cream. “We should maybe get going.”
“I’m not finished with you yet,” I tell him.
“But maybe I am… finished.”
This makes me pull back, quickly. “What?”
“I didn’t drag you into a cloakroom to get me off. I did it to get you off.”
I frown at him. “For a copywriter, you could have said it a bit more eloquently than that.”
“Fine, I wanted to watch and see and feel you come. It was never about me.”
I continue to squint at him. Something isn’t adding up. “What if I want to watch and see and feelyoucome?”
“You don’t have to…” he begins and I see some of his resolve fading, especially when I give up trying to unfasten his belt which must be some military grade buckle that you need a code and a key to, and I tuck my hands in the back of his trousers, squeezing his butt cheeks.
“I know,” I say, simply. “I never do anything I don’t want to. Life’s too short, and too shitty.”
“Agreed, which is why—” he begins again, but pauses when one of my hands moves over his cotton boxers, my index and middle fingers finding their way down the crease between his cheeks.
“Which is why you shouldn’t say no to a woman who wants to hear you moan her name as she makes you come so hard you see stars,” I finish for him.
“Fuck.” Charlie swallows. “You ever thought about switching to writing copy?”
My fingers find the little indent they are looking for and I press down, hard. He jolts forward, pushing his erection up against me. He brings his hands to my arse cheeks again, as if he needs to grip them for balance. I’m not complaining.
“Are you going to let me make you feel good, Charlie?” I ask as I start to rub circles around his hole through his boxers. “Or are you going to make it so I have to take you home after we have another stupid fake date at another stupid family function next weekend?”
“You… you want to take me home?” He falters and I realise that I do. If next weekend is another opportunity to do this again before we go back to normal, then I’m going to make it as fun as possible. And I know exactly how I plan on doing that.
“Yes, Charlie.” I apply more pressure again and quickly nibble at his neck, enjoying the taste of him there again far too much. “And do you know what I would do to you once we got home?”
“Err… no,” he stutters as he starts to rock against both my hand and my stomach chasing friction on both sides of his body. His voice is filled with air as I lift my head so I can see his face. His eyes are closed, eyelids flickering again just like they were when he was giving me pleasure. “I don’t know.”
“I would take off your clothes,” I say slowly.
“Yes?” He pants, continuing to thrust.
“Bend you over.”
“Oh… okay,” Charlie mumbles, rocking harder into me.
