Page 64 of Her Game Plan

She tilts her head to the side, leaning against me. “You’re a man. I think we’d all need to be worried if I had hairier legs.”

I nibble on her earlobe. “Charlotte?”

“Yeah?” She peeks over her shoulder.

“Can we please stop talking about hairy legs so I can fuck you against this wall?” Even if we keep talking about Charlotte’s shaving needs, my cock is going to be buried deep within her soon. I need her.

Instead of answering, she thrusts her hips just slightly, pressing into my cock.

“That’s it, Princess.”

I pull her earlobe into my mouth again, sucking as I slip my hand along the lines of her hip and down her stomach until my middle finger parts her. Casually, I circle her clit, making light, slow circles I hope are torturing her as much as she’s torturing me.

“Why does that feel so good? God, it’s so nice to be with a man who knows how to use his hands. Mmmm.”

She starts talking, and fuck, if my chest doesn’t expand at the impact of her words. At the trust she’s giving me by letting go of her control. I won’t ever take for granted the gift she’s giving me by letting me know her thoughts.

I add a second finger, and she drops her head back, leaning against my chest as I continue the tantalizingly slow circles. Shifting slightly, I block her now-exposed face from the soft spray of the shower before moving my second hand to her nipple. I pinch the dark pink nub, salivating at the thought of having it in my mouth, of playing with it with my tongue. Letting out a light moan at the thought, I roll it gently between my fingers as Charlotte’s blown pupils meet my gaze.

“Oh, I’m so close. I know I shouldn’t be, but fuck, I’ve been wanting this.”

I drop her nipple to spank her gently. “You should’ve told me, Princess.”

“Didn’t want you to think I was too needy.” Her voice is breathy. “You’re already doing so much for me. And you didn’t say anything. So, I didn’t say anything. I thought maybe you didn’t want it—”

I press my lips to hers. Wishing I had slightly more blood in my brain to formulate an answer. Instead, she gets the truth. “I didn’t want to pressure you into anything, either. Felt like it was safer to wait. Not one minute went by that I didn’t want to be doing this with you. Fuck, I’ve been waiting for this fucking trip because I knew the rules. I should’ve said something.”

I want to kick my own ass for letting uncertainty and fear get between us.

She pulls my face toward her and kisses me deeply, her tongue tangling with mine, the mint of her toothpaste still fresh. When we finally come up for air, she says, “I should’ve said something, too. But now that we both know for certain we want this, all the time, can you please, for the love of all things holy, get inside of me.”

“Not until you come on my fingers, Princess,” I whisper into her ear. “It’ll be both of our punishment for waiting so long to do this.”

A whine escaping, she wraps her hand around my neck, her arching back making my balls ache. “I think I like this kind of punishment.”

I dip two fingers into her hot center before bringing them to my mouth and sucking them. “Me, too.”

The scent of her pulls me back to weeks earlier, and my body rebels against the promise I made, my cock burrowing deeper and deeper into the groove between her ass cheeks, the tip pounding into her spine as my hips move of their own accord, seeking friction—release.

“Fuck, Callan. You can’t make that face when you do that.” Charlotte swallows deeply as her gaze stays locked on my fingers. “I’m going to come from that alone.”

“Do it.” I dip into her wet pussy, the walls already starting to flutter around me. “Just like that. You’re almost there. Put us both out of our misery, Princess.” I continue to move, the hot water pounding against my back as I work my fingers in and out of her. Her hand snakes up her stomach and finds the weight of her free breast, palming it before lightly tweaking the nipple.

“Oh,” she moans. “I’ve needed this so badly.”

Unable to resist, I turn her slightly toward me, letting go of her nipple and pushing her hand out of the way, only to replace it with my mouth. I suck the bud in, laving it with my tongue.

Her hands wrap around my head, her fingers digging into my hair as she arches further into my ministrations. “Yes, Callan. Yes. Like that.”

I curl my fingers inside her, rubbing against the ridged part of her front wall.

“Oh yes. That. Yes. Do that a—”

I bite down on her nipple as I fulfill her request, and she tightens around me, her body going stiff as she gasps. My dick becomes almost painful with the need to be inside her, but I help her ride out the orgasm slowly with my tongue and my fingers. She’s a goddamn masterpiece, and I take a moment to truly appreciate the goddess in my arms. Her head thrown back, her pussy still convulsing around me, it feels like winning the biggest game of my life, plus finding out I was named MVP all at the same time.

And somehow that doesn’t even equate with the joy running through me. There is something about being with Charlotte that is more than anything I’ve felt before. Something I’m not sure I could name, even if given a thesaurus and a million years.

After what could be minutes or moments, Charlotte stills, slowly turning in my arms before nuzzling into my chest. I pull her tighter to me as I bend down and place a light kiss on her nose.