Page 11 of Crimson Heart

He couldn’t wait any longer and joined her on the bed, sliding into the space between her thighs, hovering over her, bracing himself on his elbows and knees. Her hands were on his hips now as she guided him closer, their eyes locking with one another. The moment the tip of his cock touched her warm nether lips, his brain stopped functioning, the sensation so intense that his heart beat faster than it ever had. Another second, and her internal muscles enveloped his erection. He thrust into her to the hilt, seating himself inside her welcoming pussy.

For a moment, he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t speak. Everything around him seemed to blur and leave only one clear image: Charlie’s eyes. He lost himself in their depths, while his body finally began to move. Not in a frantic tempo, but slow and measured so he could feel everything more intensely. It was as if he could feel this intimate connection with every nerve in his body, multiplying the pleasure he experienced.

Charlie moved in sync with him, her legs wrapped around him, pulling him deep into her. Even though he didn’t want to break eye contact, he had to because he wanted to kiss her, wanted to deepen their shared experience. He dipped his head and tilted it to the side, then brushed his lips over hers. She responded to him by parting her lips and granting him entry into the luscious caverns of her mouth. As he deepened the kiss and dueled with her tongue, the tempo of his thrusts increased. He felt her fingernails dig into his hips as she forced him to fuck her harder, a demand he surrendered to without hesitation.

Moans and sighs and the sound of their bodies coming together now filled the bedroom, providing the background music to their lovemaking. And it was lovemaking, not just mindless fucking, he realized to his surprise. Despite her words that she wanted no strings attached, her body spoke a different language, just like his. His body acted as if she meant something to him, as if she were his. It was strange and unexpected, but he couldn’t deny what he felt. This wasn’t about him simply chasing an orgasm; it was about them finding pleasure together, making each other feel good, appreciating each other, and reveling in this intimacy.

Despite the fact that his movements were still comparatively slow and measured, he knew he would lose control sooner rather than later. He was close, far too close for his liking.

He ripped his lips from hers. “We’ve gotta slow down.”

“Why?” she murmured, her voice sounding drunk even though he knew she wasn’t.

“Or this won’t last much longer.”

She smiled at him and forced his hips to take her harder. “You don’t wanna come?”

“Fuck!” he cursed.

He knew what she was doing, trying to make him lose control. Just like she’d tried to do when she’d sucked him with such passion and skill.

“Fine!” he conceded. “But if you think we’re doing this only once, you’re wrong.”

Because once wasn’t nearly enough.

A sinful smile spread on her lips. “If that’s what the big bad wolf wants…”

That did him in. The wolf inside him rejoiced, and with it, the man lost all control. Suddenly, he plunged his cock harder and faster into her, not giving her an opportunity to stop him or slow him down. Knowing he had only seconds left, he shifted his weight and brought one hand between their bodies, finding her clit and rubbing his finger over it, while he continued thrusting into her.

Charlie gasped, and her eyes widened, the yellow shimmer in her irises intensifying, when he felt her interior muscles spasm around him. His cock jerked inside her, and he felt semen shoot through his shaft as he climaxed. His entire body felt like it was on fire, not the kind that destroyed but the kind that protected. He slowed his thrusts, moving gently inside her now, enjoying the aftermath of her orgasm as the waves ebbed slowly. When their bodies stilled, he rolled off her. Had he not been wearing a condom, he would have stayed inside her, but he couldn’t be that irresponsible. To prevent conception, he disposed of the condom and wiped his still-hard cock clean before he pulled Charlie back into his arms.

“Wow,” she murmured.

“Ditto.”

In fact, it was a surprise that he could utter even a single word, because he was speechless. He’d never felt so truly satisfied as with Charlie in his arms. Damn, she was the kind of woman with whom he could do this over and over again without getting bored. That revelation stunned him. After all, he liked variety when it came to women, and he wasn’t looking for something serious or long-term. Tonight had been meant purely for distraction. As silence spread between them, he wondered why she wasn’t speaking. Had she maybe not enjoyed this as much as he thought she had? Had he not performed well after all? Was she used to something better?

Fuck! He’d never in his life asked himself these questions, so why did they fill his mind when he would never see her again after tonight? He stroked his hand over her hip, caressing her softly, but his mind drifted back to his doubts. He couldn’t help himself; he had to ask her.

“You’d tell me if you didn’t enjoy this, wouldn’t you?”

Did he sound like a loser right now? Fuck! What was wrong with him?

Her warm breath ghosted over his chest.

“Looking for compliments?”

“No, no, of course not,” he said hastily. “I mean⁠—”

She lifted her head and put her finger over his mouth to stop him from saying something even more idiotic. Their eyes met.

“Byron…” She hummed softly. “You’re not just a poet by name but also when it comes to making love. You were even better than I imagined.”

Relief flooded him, and he pressed a soft kiss on her lips.

“I hope you’re not disappointed in me,” Charlie added.

He shook his head. “You’re the most sensual woman I’ve ever met. I know you said you wanted no strings attached, but I hope that doesn’t mean that you can’t stay the night. I mean… it can still be casual even if we spend the night together, can’t it?”