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I reach out with a trembling hand and ease the waistband of his boxers down. His dick lies slack between his legs, but with a single touch it almost jolts to life.
“Charlie?” he questions. When I don’t answer, he continues. “You tell me to stop.” I nod like he can hear me.
He reaches forward, touching my shoulders, then drags me to him. Slowly—so fucking slowly—he runs his hands down to my arms, then around to my back. When they stop at the small of my back, my breath hitches. He leaves them there, almost like he’s making sure I’m still okay.
When his fingers crawl up my neck again, to the back of my scalp, then tangle into my hair, my chest tightens. I take in a deep breath, then grab his hand with mine and bring it in front of my face. When I see his tattooed knuckles and the inked part of the top of his hand, all of my anxiety almost melts away.
I let go and stand still, letting his hands trail all over my naked body. He takes his time, making sure every touch is gentle. “Are you okay?”
“Keep going.” My voice cracks, and the first tear falls.
He sucks in a breath, then moves his hands to the front of my body. They rake over my chest, cupping my breasts, before moving to my stomach. Gripping my hips, he pulls me into him. His lips find mine and press into me softly. Calmly he kisses me, taking his time, letting his lips move at my pace. His tongue flicks out and runs along the seam of my lips. I open my mouth and twirl it with mine, lapping at his taste.
Without breaking our kiss, he takes a few steps until the back of my knees hit the bed. He holds the back of my head with one hand and keeps the other in place on my hip. Gently, he lays me down. His lips leave mine and drag down to my neck. Every kiss gets him further and further down my body until he’s between my legs.
When his hot breath touches my center, my knees try to close, but his shoulders block them. “I’m not going to hurt you, baby,” he whispers, climbing up my body again.
The endearment reaches deep within me as my mind screams at me to believe him. “I know,” I choke out.
He reaches out with his hand and feels around until he touches my cheek. After a second, he brings his tear-covered fingers to his face almost like he’s inspecting why they’re wet even though he can’t see.
Leaning back down, his lips touch my cheek right in the path of my tears. “Nothing is going to hurt you, baby,” he whispers, reassuring me again.
I nod as his lips find mine again. “I need you to be rough.”
His lips stop moving over mine. “Rough?”
“Rough,” I state. “I need you to be you.”
He hovers over me with one hand before using his other to slip the tie off his eyes. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. I want to get it out of the way now. To know I’m safe and can say stop and you’ll stop if I need you to.”
He stares at me like he wants to question it, and then suddenly his soft eyes turn volatile and he dives back down into my neck. His once soft lips are now callous and hard as he kisses and nips at me, but I don’t stop him. I want this. I need this.
His hand clasps around my throat as his punishing kisses continue down along my midsection. First, it’s terrifying, and then all of my fear, uneasiness, and bad thoughts melt away when his mouth clamps over my pussy. He sucks and laps, eating me like I’m his last meal.
His hand leaves my neck, then drags down my body. Leaving my core, he pops his fingers into his mouth, twirling his tongue around them, then runs them along my slit. Every time he hits my clit, a jolt racks through me, making me wither deeper into the bed.
He pushes one finger into me slowly, building his rhythm with the way my hips grind into his hand before slipping the other in.“That’s it, baby. Fuck my hand,” he rasps.
“Lucas,” I try to scream, to warn him of my impending climax, but my voice is hoarse.
He removes his fingers, then brings them to my mouth. His eyes stayed locked onto mine as I open my mouth and taste myself. The sweetness mixed with a hint of earthiness of my own arousal coats my tongue before it gives way to the taste of his skin under it all.
As I suck, his eyes roll into the back of his head. “Charlie,” he warns, “if you want to stop, tell me now.”
I let his fingers fall out of my mouth as I shake my head. He takes in another breath, then spits into his hand and rubs it over his dick, coating his thick length. He teases my entrance before slowly pushing into me. A gasp leaves my mouth as a growl leaves his.
“Even better than I imagined,” he hisses, picking up his pace.
I grab his arms as he drives into me over and over, going deeper and deeper each time, letting my nails dig into his biceps. He hooks an arm under me, grabbing me by the small of my back before maneuvering to a standing position.
Moving his hands to my hips, he takes a few steps before my back is pressed against the wall. I move my hands into his hair and tug as we both pant and let out soft screams. “Fuck,” he growls, almost in a chant.
“Lucas!” I call out his name in response, feeding his drive to fuck me.
Leaning down the slightest bit, he catches my nipple with his teeth and tugs it softly, sending needles skating across my entire body.
For what seems like an eternity, it all continues. Screams, bites, kisses. Then it happens. My core tightens and I explode around him, signaling his own orgasm. When he tries to pull out, I squeeze my legs around him tighter, keeping him inside me. I can feel his dick twitch as it sends his cum deep into me.
We ride the wave of complete bliss for a moment, letting our pants sound out around us in an almost echo. His eyes never leave mine. Not as he sets me on my feet, not when he grabs his shirt to clean the cum running down my legs, and not when he kisses my stomach.
“I told you, you have me, Flower.”
