Page 89 of Tides and Tidings

He tasted like mint and smelled like Palo Santo—an intoxicating combination. I wove my fingers through his hair as his right arm slid under my T-shirt and gripped my back. I broke the kiss, gasping for air.

“Clothes off.”

“You’re so demanding,” Charlie whispered. “We’re doing this celebration right.” He spoke against my ear. “I’m going to fuck you slowly and make you writhe underneath me.”

In between my legs was aching for him already. I grinded my pelvis against his boxers, eliciting a small moan from him.

“Do you like that?” My gaze locked with his.

“You tell me.”

He was already rock-hard. “Seems like it.”

Charlie lifted himself and slowly slid his hands down the sides of my body. “You’re perfection.”

My confidence was boosted.

“Lay back on the pillows and make yourself comfortable.”

I did as I was told. I see a little bit of vacation Charlie came home with us. Or maybe this is Fiancée Charlie?

“Are you comfy?” His eyes were dark as he sat in between my knees.

“Mhm.” I nodded.

“Now let me have my fun.” He slid my thong down my legs. The way he looked at me sent a shock to my vagina.

Before he was in my life, I hated everything about myself. I thought I was average on my best days. Charlie has made me feel special, loved, and appreciated like I was the most beautiful thing in the world. The funny thing is that you don’t believe it until one day, you do. He’s made me a more confident woman.

Charlie ran his hands down my leg, landing on my knee. He lowered himself between my legs and wrapped his arms around my thighs. His head hovered over the area, begging for attention. A moan escaped my throat.

“What’s wrong?” Charlie’s eyes met mine. His breath tickled my sensitive bud.

His tongue slid over my clit, and my back arched.

“It’s sensitive tonight.” He praised.

Charlie worked my sensitive bundle of nerves before lowering his mouth to my wet slit. His hands gripped my legs. My body was already writhing under his touch.

“More,” I begged.

He slid his thumb up to my clit and rubbed circles while his tongue slipped in and out of my pussy. He knew exactly the right rhythm that got me to my final destination.

“I told you we had pie at home.” He moaned against me.

I ran my fingers through his hair and pushed his head against me.

“You’re a bad girl, you know that?”

“What are you going to do about it?” I challenged.

He sat up and freed himself from his boxers. “This.”

Charlie sat back on his knees and reached for my nightstand drawer. He pulled out my new blue friend.

“Put this,” he moved the vibrator to my clit and waited for me to take it. “There.”

Charlie grabbed his dick and stroked it. Two of his fingers slid slowly and deeply into my pussy. Charlie deliberately stroked the spot that sent electric shocks throughout my body.