They’re just words. They’re lust-drenched and desire-dizzy words. They don’t mean anything. And yet they carry me closer and closer to another climax, so fast and so capably that I’m surprised when I feel the pressure building behind my clit. A pressure that builds as Charlie continues to ride me rigorously. I suck in a breath and hold it, suddenly afraid to feel the full force of my release.
“Let go, Mina,” Charlie whispers in my ear, his mouth breathing warmth against my lobe as he thrusts into me. “I’m here. Let go with me.”
I don’t even have a chance to tell myself that those were only sex-drunk words too, because as soon as I exhale, the first wave of my orgasm crashes into me. And yet the word wave doesn’t do it justice. It’s a tsunami of sensations, flooding my body from my core in all directions, zinging its way down my body to make my toes curl and rushing up through my torso, hardening my nipples and making my heart thump in my chest.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” I say as my vagina clamps down on his dick and I throw my head back. Charlie takes this as an invitation to kiss my neck and it’s the tender caresses of the sensitive skin of my throat with his lips that I focus on as more formidable crushing currents of pleasure wash over me. It’s all I can do to hold on to Charlie, my arms wrapped around his back and fingers digging into his shoulders, as I feel my legs start to shake and I can’t breathe without moaning.
Charlie shifts a little coming up on his elbows which are now pressed on the bed on either side of my head. His strokes slow to match the rhythm of the music.
“You can still go hard,” I tell him as I slowly loosen my grip on him, although my legs are still trembling and my breathing isn’t exactly normal again.
“Don’t want to,” he says quickly. “And I don’t need to. I’m so close. You coming made me get so close.”
That’s when I see it in his face. He’s holding back too and I finally get it. I don’t want him to hold back. I don’t want him to restrain or restrict himself. I think about bringing my hand to his face and cupping his cheek but that feels too much, too intimate, especially when he’s staring down at me as he fucks me so slowly and deeply I can possibly, ridiculously feel the seeds of a fresh new orgasm start to grow. Instead, I bring my hand to his throat and apply pressure with the tips of my thumb and fingers on either side of his windpipe.
“Come for me, Charlie,” I say, still breathless. “Let go for me. Let gowithme.”
He closes his eyes briefly and I watch as a bead of sweat zig-zags down the side of his face. I lift my head off the pillow and lick it off his face, tasting salt and fresh air and Charlie.
“Fuck.” He watches me as I settle back on the bed, his eyes searching my face and I would wonder what he’s looking for or what it is he finds, but I’m too busy being swept away in another orgasm. It’s going to be gentler than my last, I already know that, but I almost fear it more because I know I will be more aware of it, more aware of him moving on top of me, inside me,withme because I’m tilting my hips and meeting him thrust for thrust for thrust until…
Until, I watch his top lip curl, in the faintest of grimaces and his face turns a little red. Until I hear him grunt out my name, over and over again.Mina, Mina, Mina. Until I feel him swell inside me and then the undeniable tingle of him spilling into the condom, deep, deep, deep inside me.
“Oh God,” he moans, “Jesus, Mina, Jesus…”
But I have no words for him because feeling him come inside me takes me to my own exquisite cliff edge, and this time I throw myself off it willingly. I look into Charlie’s slightly startled eyes that are bluer than ever and I sigh my way through a sweet, tender embrace of an orgasm. Full of tingles and tremors, I cherish each one and I don’t feel anything but release and ease and peace as I loosen my grip on Charlie’s neck and let my arms fall off his body, heavy and slack. In fact, it feels like my whole body is boneless and empty as Charlie collapses on top of me. And yet somehow, for some reason unknown to me, a few seconds later, I find enough strength to bring my arms up and hold his body to mine.
Chapter Twenty-Two
All I Ever Wanted
Charlie
“Fuck this feels amazing. Marry me?” Mina asks from under the warm spray of my shower.
“I knew you only wanted me for my shower.” I chuckle, watching as she tips her head up and lets the water fall through her hair and down her face, back and shoulders. With her eyes closed, I allow myself the briefest look at the droplets sliding down over her full breasts.
“I can’t tell you how good this feels,” she says, dreamily.
I didn’t expect her to get under the shower with me still in the room, but once I’d turned the spray on and a little steam had started filling my walk-in shower, she was quickly stripping off her underwear and the T-shirt I’d loaned her. And now I’m standing in the middle of my bathroom staring at her like some weirdo who doesn’t have better things to do, but honestly, what could possibly be better than this?
“I should leave you to it,” I say, the hesitancy loud in my voice. Because I don’t want to leave. I don’t want to miss out on seeing Mina’s relaxed shoulders or hearing her satisfied sighs. My dick would also very much like to see her lather her body up with my shower gel and the flannel I gave her, but my dick should shut up because it has already been thoroughly spoilt this morning.
“Wait,” she calls out before my hand has touched the door handle. “What are you like at washing hair?”
“I believe I’d get a ten out of ten for effort,” I say overwhelmed with surprise and relief that she stopped me leaving.
“Then get over here,” she says a little bossily, turning around so I can see the globes of her lush backside.
How am I so hard, so eager again already?
Yet I don’t want to steer us in that direction once more. We may have just joked about her only wanting me for the hot showers – at least I think it was a joke – but it feels suddenly imperative now that Mina knows I don’t want her here, in my flat, just to fuck.
Stripping off my boxers and kicking them into the dirty washing basket in the corner of the room, I step into the shower and reach for the shampoo. Our bodies brush and the water has made her skin silky smooth and enticingly slick. It takes an extraordinary amount of self-control to step back a little to give her space.
I don’t want Mina here just to fuck, I remind myself, even if I know the memo is going to get very lost on its way to my dick, which is already fully erect.
“That’s some fancy pants shampoo,” Mina says as she glances over her shoulder at the bottle.
