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“I think…”
Charlotte’s close. So tantalizingly close. I’m on the verge of snapping. I want to kiss her senseless. Fuck her on the couch, on the floor, have my way with her. God, what is this woman made of? I haven’t even had a taste of her and she’s already a very addictive problem.
“Tell me,” I say.
“I think I wouldn’t mind it… if you wanted to touch me.”
A low growl rips itself from the base of my throat. “Oh? Is that what you want?”
She nods, her pupils blown wide. “Yeah.”
“Show me,” I tell her. “Where do you want to be touched?”
Charlotte brings a hand up to her chest, running the pad of her thumb over her nipple and slope of her right breast. “Here,” she moans softly, her mouth practically ghosting across mine.
“Where else?” I ask, struggling to keep perfectly still. I don’t dare interrupt her.
She slides the same hand down to graze her belly, gliding down until her fingers dance across her wet folds. “Here,” she whimpers. The sound of her voice sends ecstasy coursing through my veins.
“Do you want to feel good, Charlotte?”
She bristles at the sound of her own name, but only for a moment. “Yes,” she rasps.
“Show me what you like. Touch yourself. I want to watch you.”
She nods, her eyes fluttering closed as she draws tight circles against herself. Her hips buck as she seeks her own pleasure, her wet folds rubbing against the top of my shaft. Charlotte’s sweet moans are music to my ears, so soft and sweet and sultry. I don’t know how I got lucky enough to cross paths with her, but I’m sure thankful I did.
“T-touch me,” she pleads, breathless. “Please, Misha—”
“No,” I murmur against her cheek. “I promised you.”
“Then break your fucking promise.”
“I’m going to watch you come first. Go on, I know you’re close.”
Charlotte moans, grinding her pussy against my cock in search of friction. Her fingers brush over her clit once, twice, before her whole body spasms with pleasure. She’s a sight to behold, every bit magnificent and erotic.
I press my lips to her shoulder. “Beautiful.”
“N-now it’s your turn,” she says, though I don’t miss the catch in her breath.
“No.”
“But it’s only fair. Don’t you want to?”
“Of course I want to, but not here.”
“Why—”
There’s a knock on the door. “The hour is up!” Priscilla’s voice croons from the other side. Charlotte stiffens immediately, her face draining of color. She scurries off my lap, quickly bending to grab her clothes.
“Holy shit,” she gasps, muttering hurriedly to herself. “I can’t believe I just… Shit, I shouldn’t have—”
“Stay a moment,” I insist. “You’re not leaving already, are you?”
“I shouldn’t have done that. I don’t know what came over me.”
“Charlotte—”
