So I do it again, just with a little more pressure. It’s not enough to hurt her, but enough to get her attention. Her pussy clamps around me and she cries out. I can feel how close she is. She becomes almost frenzied, driving herself down on me and chasing her release.
“I want to feel it, Charlotte. Come. Now.” I nip at her flesh once more and feel her let go.
My name on her lips will forever be burned into memory, as is the feel of her pussy milking me. I hold off as long as I can, but in reality, it’s seconds. I come hard, emptying myself in the tightness of her body until we’re both boneless and unable to move. She falls against me, and my arms immediately wrap around her. I kiss her gently, needing to savor every last second of this time together for as long as I possibly can.
I never want to open my eyes.
Because when I do, reality will settle in once more.
The vibration of her heart pounding in her chest makes mine soar, the feel of her lips softly caressing my neck is like a jolt of lightning. I want to get them tattooed right there, on the side of my neck where they now rest as she tries to slow her breathing. The intimacy level is high, at least it is for me, despite the fact I keep telling myself this is just sex.
But it’s sex with Charli.
Really fucking good sex.
Finally, I know we need to move. We’re not in the ideal position for snuggles, and Charli doesn’t seem like the type to be game for a little cuddle time post-orgasm. Carefully, I lift her up and turn us around, gently placing her on the bed. Her eyesare glazed and hooded as she looks up at me, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to bend down, kiss her, and do it all over again.
“I’ll be right back,” I state, pulling myself from her and moving to her en suite bathroom. I grab a towel and return to where I left her, handing over the terrycloth so she can stop the flow of cum.
“Thanks,” she says, sitting up on the edge of the bed with the towel between her legs. Her bra is askew, her nipples still on full display, and her panties are most definitely ruined, stretched beyond use.
I can’t help but smile.
“What?” she asks, noticing my grin.
“Just checking out those red panties.”
She glances down and wrinkles her nose. “Well, you did warn me.”
“Yep, and I’ll make good on my promise to buy you another pair.”
“That’s okay,” she says, handing me the towel so I can also clean up before walking over and sitting on the bed.
“No way, Charli,” I state, as I eat up the short distance between us. Dropping the towel and placing my hands on the bed at her hips, I bend down until our noses touch and whisper, “Ruining your panties was one of the highlights of my night. We’ll call it my birthday present.”
She snorts and shakes her head. “That’s an odd gift.”
“No, it’s an amazing gift. It’s a reminder I thoroughly ravished you, including coaxing two orgasms from your pussy. I think I want to keep them,” I state, standing up and holding out my hand.
Her blue eyes widen as she gapes up at me. “You want to keep my panties?”
“Hell yes. I’ll pull them out and jack off every night to them,” I say, only half kidding.
“Oh my God,” she replies, flopping back and laughing. “That’s gross. You’re not keeping my panties.”
“We’ll see,” I sing, using the towel to wipe myself off a bit before grabbing my underwear and jeans.
I quickly slip them both on, fastening the button, zipping the fly, and securing my belt. Then, I grab my wrinkled T-shirt off the floor and put that on. As I pull it down over my head, I catch her watching, a look on her face I can’t decipher. “Everything okay?”
Her eyes move from my chest to my face. “Yeah, of course.”
I grab my boots and move to the bed, taking a seat beside her. I don’t bother lacing them up, just slide them on and stick the laces down into the boot so they’re not flopping. When I’m all set, I turn to my left and look at the beautiful woman lying beside me. “Need anything before I go?”
“Like that?” she asks, a naughty little glint sparkling in her blue eyes.
“Not that,” I say, standing up and bending over her. I press my lips to hers. “You good?” I ask, not wanting to leave but knowing I need to.
This isn’t an all-night kind of thing. She doesn’t want me that way. She made it very clear the first time we fucked. She wants orgasms and then for me to go, not breathing a word of what happened to anyone. Though, I’m pretty certain she told Sommer. While she never came out and said, she hinted enough throughout the night for me to catch on.
