Fuck, he’s perfect.My eyes marvel in appreciation at the sight of his bare, muscular chest. He is beautiful, and right now, he is mine.
He tenderly takes my hand and turns me around, my back facing him. His soft hands begin gently loosening the strings of my corset. His hands are trembling. I feel my whole body exhale as I tilt my head backward, surprised that the slightest removal of fabric has caused a shiver to run down my body. I grab onto the raised end of the bed for support. Charlie’s breath is warm and tremulous as he nuzzles his lips into the back of my neck. Every hair on my body stands up at his touch. Just the feeling of him breathing, soft and warm, on the back of my neck awakens me with desire. He gently circles me back toward facing him as my corset falls to the floor.
The air between us feels thick and humid. His brown hair has fallen slightly over his forehead as he leans toward me, his eyes burning with feral desire. He slips a hand around my back and takes a portion of my chemise into his fist. His other hand gently runs along my collarbone, the simple graze of his touch sending an electric charge through my body and down between my legs. He pulls the chemise over my head and I feel a quick rush of cooler air. I hold my arms across my breasts, nervous to fully show myself.
“Stop,” he whispers gently, taking my hands into his and pulling them down, exposing my body. “You’resobeautiful.”
He stops for a moment, eyes widened at the sight of my nude figure. I have never felt so exposed, yet so completely safe, in my life. His hand runs down my body to the curve of my hips, causing my muscles to quiver. With his left hand around my waist, holding me close to him, he brings his right hand up to cup my breast. My nipple hardens under his palm. His eyes devour me first, then his lips. With my tongue exploring his mouth, we move together toward the bed.
I lay down, and he settles himself above me, nudging my legs apart. His eyes move back toward mine as he pauses.
“Are you sure?”
“Please,” I beg. I desire him with a desperation that has grown relentless, as though I will combust if I don’t have him.
He gulps nervously before slowly sliding himself into the opening between my legs, letting out a small moan as he settles his penis inside me.
I inhale sharply at the feeling of him embedded in me. My body tightens around him, but the feeling is so sensuous I want him to plunge even deeper within me.
I wrap my legs around his back and pull him into me, letting out a small groan. Charlie’s eyes ignite with passion and he thrusts inside me, slowly at first. As his breath becomes faster, his movements grow stronger. I try to match his passion, bringing my hips to his. Our bodies move in unison, together orchestrating a euphoric symphony.
“Alice,” he whispers softly, as if my name is a sacred prayer.
With each thrust of his body, his breath becomes faster and faster. Every gasp, every moan seems to ignite his passion even further. With my hands clenched around his back, I feel as though I might burst wide open.
My head tilts back as I reach my climax. My body screams for him and my voice follows. I moan in grateful pleasure as my body convulses.
He goes still above me as he lets out a primal groan. He exhales and his whole body collapses. His head nuzzles into my neck, softly grazing my skin with his lips.
Fuck.That was unlike any experience I’ve ever had. It wasn’t my first time, but it somehow felt like it was. This feels like how it’s meant to be, how it’s meant to feel, when it’s the right person. It’s as though our bodies fit perfectly together, just like our souls.
Chapter Twenty
Ease My Mind by Ben Platt
April 13, 1912
Charlie rolls to his back, staring at the ceiling as he attempts to catch his breath.
I move to my side, facing him as I prop myself up on my elbow.
He looks at me, his eyes suddenly boyish and anxious, altogether quite different from the commanding force that was just inside me.
“Was that… was it okay?” He asks nervously between short breaths.
I’m shocked he would even wonder that, given my obvious sounds of appreciation. I don’t have a ton of experience with this. I’m not a nun by any means, but after a short time in college where I thought having someone in my bed would fill the emptiness in my life, I haven’t really gotten to this part of a relationship. Intimacy always went hand in hand with being vulnerable, and that’s never been easy for me. Until now, apparently.
“Are you kidding? It wasperfect.” A smile of relief extends across his face. I pause for a moment, trying to figure out how to ask the question that’s been looming in my mind since he stood in my doorway. “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“Why did you come back? I didn’t think I’d see you again. I thought after everything you’d be angry, or hate me.”
Charlie sighs, contemplating his thoughts. “Iwasangry. I was confused. But then I got to thinking.” He pauses for a moment, locking his eyes with mine. “If this is where my story ends, I want it to end with you.”
Tears form in the corner of my eyes. Is this what it’s like to be chosen? To be wanted? I don’t even know what to say. I lean down to plant a kiss on his lips, before settling down onto my stomach, half laying on his chest. We lay there for a moment, silently, just holding each other.
Charlie gently strokes my arm with his fingertips. “Tell me about your life, Alice.”
