The orgasm swells. Unwilling to be denied.
I pulse against his tongue.
Seconds from going over.
He pulls away.
Frustrated, I cry out, arching, begging with my body.
He skims a path up my belly, licks along my ribs, biting my shoulder before looking deep into my eyes. Straightening, he grasps my wrists and pulls me into a seated position. My hair swirls around my shoulders as the top of my dress gapes open, revealing my breasts, still overflowing from my bra.
He lifts me off the counter and sets me on my bare feet.
“Get on your knees.” He grips the hem of his T-shirt and pulls it over his head, revealing his flat stomach and the cut of bone on his hip. “Now would be a good time to demonstrate your enthusiasm.”
Chapter 19
Charlie
Jesus Christ, she’s an overachiever.
With her on her knees, desperate to please, the full force of how I feel about her sinks in. Everything I ever believed about myself is a lie.
Jessica has blown my carefully constructed detachment to hell.
She didn’t even have to try.
She suctions her lips, and it sends a jolt of electricity through me.
The heat of her mouth has me locking eyes on hers.
They’re big and luminous, and she stares up at me with that mixture of pride and eagerness. “You’re so good at that, Jessica.”
At the praise, she doubles her efforts, her tongue questing and hungry as it skates over my erection. I’m so hard. Harder than I can ever remember being. I’m denying us both, and I’m nearing the end of my patience.
When I can’t stand one more second of her wet mouth sliding over my hard dick like she’d die without it, I pull her off me. Saliva drips down her chin and over her throat as she pants up at me.
A swell of softness rises in my chest, and for a second, I’m overwhelmed with tenderness for her. I grip her arms and tug, murmuring in an urgent tone, “Come here.”
As I help her stand, I trap her against the counter before she’s regained solid ground. I twist her wrists before clasping them behind her back. I glide my free hand between her legs, finding her slippery and swollen with arousal. “You good?”
She nods, falling into my chest as I play with her clit. “Charlie… Please.”
“Not yet.” With the tip of my finger, I pulse at her entry.
“Please. Charlie, I’m begging you.” Her head falls back.
I lick a path up her proffered flesh, nipping at her collarbone and the curve of her neck while I increase my hold on her wrists. I’m greedy for her. For every single part of her, especially those parts she hides.
Low into her ear, I say, “I’m giving you exactly what you’ve been begging me for.”
She lets out a gasping sob.
I release her, but before she can process what I’m doing, I’ve swung her around, pressing my palm between her shoulder blades until the tips of her nipples touch the wooden counter. I twine our fingers, manipulating her so she’s resting on her elbows, hands splayed. “Stay.”
I trail a path over her ribs and waist before landing on her hips. Slowly, I raise the hem of her dress until it pools in the dip of her spine.
I rest my hands on the swell of her ass, letting the expanse of my palms and fingers curl possessively around her. I gently kick her foot to widen her stance, and when she’s steady on her feet, I drive my hips against her, sending her forward.
