Page 56 of No Fear

“It’s just sex, Donnie. No feelings. No declarations of love. It won’t ruin anything. You’re leaving anyway. It will probably be months before we see each other again.”

Fuck. She was determined.

“It’s OK,” she said. “I understand if you don’t want to.” She went to move, and he immediately lowered his arms. She opened the door and looked back over her shoulder. It was the look of rejection on her face that changed everything. No fucking way was he letting her think he didn't want her. He grasped her wrist, pulled her gently back, and closed the door.

“You better be sure, Charlie,” he said, more softly.

“I am,” she whispered.

Fuck, was he really going to do this? Yeah, he was. The thought of her thinking for one minute he didn’t want her when all he could think about was her? No way.

“If you change your mind at any point, you say so, and I’ll stop.”

She nodded.

“I mean it, Charlie.”

When she nodded again, any restraint he had evaporated. He covered her mouth with his. Moving closer, he pushed his body against hers, reveling in every inch of contact. Dear God, it felt good. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, and she responded eagerly. Her sweet taste hadn't changed. Her mouth was warm and inviting. Leaving her lips, he trailed kisses along her jaw and down her neck, and her small moans sent even more blood to his cock as he gripped her hips.

She began pulling at his T-shirt, so he stopped kissing her, tugged the shirt off over his head and dropped it on the floor. Her gaze roamed from his face down his body and shit; her obvious approval had him wanting to pound his chest like a goddamn caveman. Taking her hands, he placed them on his chest and let her explore, enjoying the feel of them on his skin.

Hell, how many times had he dreamed of this? He reached for the tie of her wrap dress and undid the small bow. The dress fell open to reveal those magnificent breasts encased in dark red satin. His eyes trailed down to the matching panties.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, voice hoarse.

She pulled his head down for a kiss. As their tongues sought each other, he slipped the dress off her shoulders and then picked her up. She gasped and immediately clung to him, arms around his neck and legs around his waist.

“Donnie!”

He silenced her with another kiss as he walked her to the bed and laid her down, sliding on top of her.

He pushed the cups of her bra down, not able to wait any longer to see those breasts. Her soft pink nipples sprang free and he wasted no time taking one in his mouth. Charlie’s cry filled the room as she arched into him, her hands running over his head. He feasted on her soft flesh, sucking, licking, drawing whimpers and moans from her gorgeous mouth.

“Oh, God, Donnie. Yes!”

He shifted, not taking his mouth from her breast as his hand stroked over her soft stomach. He found her soaked when his fingers slipped under her panties.

“Jesus. You’re so wet,” he murmured before filling his mouth again. He rubbed gently along her folds, and she bucked under him.

“I can’t...oh God...I can't stop...” she moaned.

“Don't stop it, baby. Come for me. I want to feel you on my fingers.” He encouraged her and his fingers slid inside her. With a low, long moan, she tensed beneath him, and he realized she was coming. Her juices covered his fingers. It felt fucking amazing.

Her eyes were closed as she came down from the high. He continued caressing her gently. He’d give her a few seconds, but he was nowhere near done with her. His cock was so hard it was painful, but this wasn't about him today. This was all about Charlie. He wanted her to know just how fucking beautiful she was. How sexy. How much he wanted her.

Her eyes opened and she smiled shyly. He smiled back and kissed her softly on the lips before moving between her legs. Hooking his fingers in her panties he pulled them down to reveal her swollen, glistening, wet pussy. His mouth watered as he gently pressed his lips to the hot skin. Her body tensed. He looked up, seeing uncertainty in her eyes.

“Are you OK?” he asked.

“Yes. I...” When she bit her lip, he let go of her panties and moved back up her body to hold her face in his hands.

“Do you want me to stop?” He didn't want to, but if this was suddenly too much, he would.

Charlie closed her eyes. “No, it’s just...” She turned her face away from him.

“Baby, tell me. Just what? Is it too much? Do you not like that?”

“I’ve never... done that.” It was barely more than a whisper.