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But this time, I didn’t want fast, punishing, and fierce. I wanted to take my time with her and see just how much I could wring from her body before she begged me to stop. Begged me to finish.
Carefully, I pulled her hand off me and moved down her body. She shifted with a sigh as I settled my shoulders between her thighs.
Charlotte clutched my hair in both hands while I worked her into a writhing frenzy using the flat of my tongue in long, slow licks. My fingers with intentional, curling hooks.
I studied her face in the dark as she finally toppled over the edge with a long, shaky sigh. Underneath the flattened palm of my hand, her stomach trembled.
For the rest of my life, I’d close my eyes and see that expression on her face, no matter if this ever happened again or not. But even as I watched, relished, and memorized how beautiful she was, face slack with pleasure, I refused to listen to the voice that told me she was slipping through my hands.
The sand in that imaginary hourglass was still tumbling out, each second and each minute bringing us closer to something inevitable.
The vision in my head—a future that wasn’t mine to want—would be something that I could keep locked there. No one could take it from me.
I rolled onto my back and slid my hands over her hips, watching the slow lift of her legs as she settled over my lap. She moved to take the jersey off, and I shook my head.
“Leave it on,” I told her. “I want to think about this every fucking time I see that shirt.”
She smiled, leaning down to kiss me. I smoothed my hand up her back, inhaling the scent of her hair while it curtained around us.
Charlotte straightened, lowering herself over me with tiny rocking motions of her hips. I held her so tight in my hands, gritting my teeth when she was fully seated.
“So good,” she whispered. Her hands braced on my chest, and I started directing the movement of her hips. Tiny shifts, back and forth, and she sighed happily at the way our bodies rubbed together.
It didn’t take long; those small shifts were no longer enough.
Nothing would never be enough with her.
She moved faster, pulling up farther. I slammed her body back down on mine, hands tight around her skin, and when she started chanting my name, I dragged my thumb between her legs, desperately trying to pull her over again before I fell.
I flipped us, swallowing her breathless laughter with a deep kiss and once again tugging her leg up against my side.
Charlotte arched her back as I drove my hips forward, faster and faster and harder, and I felt the moment she exploded. I broke away from the kiss, letting her pleasure milk my own. I chased it with slow, rolling thrusts, memorizing the way it curled down my spine, swamped every inch of my body.
We kissed in the dark after that, nothing that led to more, just the gentle slide of her lips on mine.
Her hand traced over my back and shoulders in big, soothing circles. I let my fingers weave through her hair, directing the angle of her head as we kissed.
She slipped out of bed to use the bathroom, and I wedged my hand behind my head to watch her when she padded quietly back.
Charlotte tucked herself beside me, and I curled my arm around her shoulder as I drifted back into a half sleep.
I still saw the circle window. I saw the four-poster bed. I saw the sunny kitchen and the big backyard with towering trees that overlooked the bay.
The dream was spliced with flashes of the photos from the Jumbotron at the game.
Amie and Chris on the field.
Me and Chris in front of the house.
Me and Charlotte inside the house.
No matter what I tried, I couldn’t banish the images from my head. And when I rose hours later, the sun brightening the room, Charlotte still sound asleep at my side, I felt an unsettled pit in my stomach.
I rolled out of bed, careful not to disturb her. I showered, letting the hot water cover my face while I tried to shake that feeling I’d woken up with.
My phone buzzed on the bathroom counter, William’s name flashing across the screen. He only called me if it was time sensitive, and so as not to wake Charlotte, I made sure the door was closed.
“William. What’s up?”
