Page 156 of Whirlwind

He held the base of his own dick, working it against himself. He was so close. So close...

There. Ecstasy flashed through his body. Clit and cock and cunt all crashing together into one sublime wave that swept through him.

Charlie. Everything was Charlie. He needed her. Needed to be closer.

He lunged down to capture her mouth, their tongues tangling and teeth grazing. He wanted to dissolve into her. To melt together until their bodies were one. “Charlie,” he moaned into her. “Fuck, Charlie, need you.”

Her arms came up around him, still bound and holding him close. Like she couldn’t stand for him to be any farther away either.

He rubbed against her, riding out the aftershocks with her cock inside him, his pressed to her belly. He never wanted this to end.

At last, though, the sensation got to be too much, and he scrambled for his phone, pulling away just far enough to put in his fingerprint and swipe it off.

He nestled back into the circle of Charlie’s arms. They were still connected everywhere, the layers of cloth between them meaningless when they were so close in every other way.

“Don’t pull out,” he whispered. This wasn’t a command. He just couldn’t bear to end this yet.

He kissed her neck, licking the salt off her sweaty skin.

No, that wasn’t just sweat.

He shifted to his elbows and kissed across the rest of her face. There were tender wrinkles around her eyes, the fine lines filled with tears.

“You’re crying,” he whispered. He didn’t want to break this sacred space between them, but he also needed to know what she was thinking.

“I’ve never actually, um, come before.”

He placed a soft kiss at the corner of each eye and then dropped down to squeeze her tightly. “You were magnificent. I can’t tell you how honored I am that you shared that with me.”

“It was OK?”

“It was glorious. Perfect. Better than I dreamed.”

He undulated his body, driving her cock into himself again and making them both moan. “And I’ve been dreaming about you a lot, believe me.” He pressed back again and had to squeeze his eyes shut. They were both too over-sensitive to continue, but it was magnificent.

“I just… I kept all my clothes on.”

He shrugged, their shoulders still pressed together. “I didn’t really think about it. Did you?”

“Not really. I mean, when I thought about it, I felt… safe. Like I didn’t have to worry.”

“And the rest of it. How did you feel?”

“Safe.”

He kissed the edge of her mouth.

“Anything else?”

She paused and he could almost hear her thinking. “It was good,” she finally said.

He laughed against her mouth then peppered her with kisses. “Well, I suppose that’s a step up from nice. Maybe next time we can aim for very good and work our way up to excellent.”

Charlie laughed with him and gave him a light smack on the arm. “I’m not good with words like you. I’m trying.”

“I know, sexy. I’m proud of you.”

They fell into a lazy kiss, delicate brushes of lips and languid tongues. He never wanted to move again.