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“Fuck you, you pasty British slag.”
Jude’s eyes widen. “Kitty has claws.”
“Hold on to those thoughts. I’m afraid of what’ll happen if we leave these two unsupervised,” Charlie says, reaching up and kissing my cheek.
Leave it to Jude to cockblock me at every turn.
Chapter eighteen
Linc
“Mmmm,”CharliemoansasI wake her up with my tongue between her legs. Yesterday at the lake, she was doing everything in her power to tempt me in that little red bikini. I got my payback, though. Instead of wringing every last orgasm from her like I normally would, I edged her to within an inch of her sanity. Every time she was about to come on my tongue, I pulled back. Her cries of frustration fell on deaf ears. I eventually let her come on my cock—I’m not a monster after all—and I’ve never in my life experienced a pussy clench so tightly, I thought she was going to snap the fucking thing off.
“Are you teasing me again today,” she groans.
Lifting my head from her center, I shoot her a salacious wink.
“That was yesterday, babe. Today I’m going to see how many times I can make you come before breakfast.”
“I like this plan much better.” Her hands run through my hair, scratching my scalp with her short nails. The touch sends shivers through my body before she pushes my head back down.
“Better get to work then,” she says with a soft laugh.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Taking my sweet time, I lick her from bottom to top, making sure to circle my tongue around her swollen clit the way she likes, if the way she tightens her fists in my hair is any indication. I fucking love having my head between my woman’s thighs. The sounds she makes and her taste drive me wild. I’ve never had this reaction to a woman and can’t imagine not doing this with her every fucking day. When I look up from the most perfect pussy I’ve ever had the pleasure of tasting, Charlie’s neck is arched, her head thrown back as she bites her bottom lip.
“Feel good, baby?”
“God, yes,” she breathes out.
My fingers circle her clit while I lick round her opening before delving my tongue inside her. I want to taste everything I do to her. Instead of making her wait like I did last night, I replace my tongue with my fingers inside her tight channel and begin pumping, making sure to graze the spot inside that is sure to have her coming hard and fast. My tongue goes back to her clit, flicking it over and over as I fuck her with my fingers.
Only moments later, she’s biting the pillow as her orgasm rolls through her, soaking my hand. As she comes down from her high, I make sure to lap up every creamy drop. Goddamn, this is the mother fucking breakfast of champions.
Charlie’s breaths begin to slow as I make my way up her tan body. Being in the sun has given her skin that summer glow and the little lines from her bikini bottoms around her hips are too tantalizing not to run my tongue over. She giggles and squirms as I move my mouth from one hip to the other, making sure to taste every inch of skin between.
“Linc, I need you inside me,” she moans when I get to her delectable nipples and work them into tight buds with my lips and tongue.
“Patience baby. I’m just getting my full. You don’t want to leave your man starving, do you?”
Her eyes roll, even though I know she loves the torture.
“I thought you were going to be nice today and not make me wait.”
Deciding I tortured her enough yesterday, my hand goes from the nipple I was pinching to the nightstand. I release her other nipple with a pop and rise to my knees.
“God, there’s nothing like seeing you flushed from the orgasm I just gave you and begging for more,” I say, running my hand over the blush covering her body. “You’re fucking beautiful, Charlie.”
Freeing the condom from its wrapper, I slide the latex over my rock-hard cock. When I line up at her entrance, my gaze locks with her blue eyes, begging me to fill her. I push in and watch her eyes go half-mast, both of us letting out a deep moan. There aren’t many absolutes in my life, but one thing I know for certain is I will never stop craving this woman.
My body falls over hers, and I rest the bulk of my weight on my forearms, locking eyes with Charlie as I move in and out of her in slow, deliberate thrusts. I want her to feel me for days just like I feel every part of her even when we aren’t connected like this. She’s burrowed into my soul in a way I’ve never felt before, and I wouldn’t change a damn thing.
Charlie doesn’t take her eyes off me as her walls tighten around my shaft, as though neither of us can look away from the other. This moment is tethering us together, and to look away would break the soul-deep connection that seems to have snapped into place.
When she falls over the edge, I’m right there with her. I lean down and take her mouth in a kiss that seals whatever new promise we made with our bodies. Our foreheads press together, and as though she’s reading my mind, she whispers, “I felt it, too.”
I don’t need to explain or ask any questions. I know exactly what she’s talking about. Instead of being scared or confused, I relish this new place we’ve found ourselves in. This is it. Charlie is mine, and there’s no way, come hell or high water, anything will ever change that fact.
