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I caught one of her hands. “I am. You deserve everything.”
“I have everything.”
She led me to her bed and sat me down. It felt impossibly soft, and I imagined a white bedspread; I imagined everything white and cloudy and hazy with the pleasant fog of her scent wafting around us. I felt her stand between my knees, her hands resting lightly on my shoulders. I was painfully hard, and I wondered if she wanted me as badly. I hated that I couldn’t see her face, and then she bent down and kissed me softly, wetly, and I felt her trembling.
“Noah.” Her breath was hot on my cheek. “Touch me. Please.”
My hands found her hips and I gripped them, anchoring myself to her. I rested my head against her soft, full breasts and nuzzled them gently.
The material wafted past my nose as she lifted off her dress, and then her warm skin was there. I leaned forward, kissing the space between those luscious breasts, my breath already turning ragged.Slowly!I took a deep, steadying breath.
“Your bra…”
She shifted, I fell it slip away, and then she was clutching me around the neck, pulling me to her.
I kissed the soft roundness of one breast, then trailed my tongue along its curve. I felt the texture of the skin change and then took her nipple into my mouth, sucking gently, while my thumb rolled in lazy circles over the other. Christ, her breasts were perfection. I felt like I’d waited eons to taste them and kiss them. I moved from one to the other, nipping and sucking them hard with my mouth, and then soothing them with soft, gentle strokes of my hands until she writhed and shivered.
“No more,” she finally cried.
She had my shirt off in a heartbeat and then pushed me back on the bed. I felt her over me, her hair curtaining around us, tickling my cheeks and forehead. She kissed me in that maddening way of hers, soft and wet, running her tongue along the seams of my lips until I was half crazy with lust and had to plunder her mouth with mine.
The wet sounds of our kiss, Charlotte’s scent, her body straddling my hips…I started to lose myself, but she must have sensed it. She sat up, resting her hands on my chest. I could feel the heat of her through her panties on my aching erection. But she held very still and lightly dragged her hands down my chest, over my abdomen, tracing the contours of my muscles.
“I’m here,” she whispered and then I felt her hot mouth on my skin, kissing the place over my heart. She trailed her mouth to the other side. “Here.” Down, to one nipple. “And here,” she said and sucked lightly.
She continued on like this, and I followed the sound of her voice, the feel of her mouth. Little pinpoints of sensation. I no longer felt like I was drowning, but my desire to have her was becoming the fiercest hunger.
“Charlotte…Now.”
“Yes,” she said, and I felt her move off me; I heard a drawer open and close.
I stripped off my jeans, and my erection strained against the fabric of my boxers. Was she as ready as I was? I needed to feel how badly she wanted this, and again, as if she could read me, she came back, straddled me, put my hand between her legs.
God, she was naked, and the wet heat of her… I sucked in a ragged breath.
“Can you feel it?” she breathed. “How much I want you?”
“Yes…”
“I’m ready, Noah.” Her hand slipped down to stroke me. “I want you inside me.”
I grabbed her then, crushed my lips to hers and rolled her onto her back. She pushed at the waistband of my boxers, and I felt something in her hand scratch my skin. A condom packet.
Thank God, I thought. I couldn’t take it slow for one more damn second.
I stripped naked and she rolled the condom down. But once we were ready, I had to make sure she felt safe, that she knew I wanted her more than I wanted her body. I braced myself on my forearms over her, kissing her deeply, softly.
“Charlotte, I can’t see your face. I need to know…”
“I’m smiling at you, Noah,” she said softly, stroking my cheek. “Because I’m so happy we’re here. I’m so happy it’s you.”
I kissed her again, and then slowly—so slowly— I sank into her, into the warm, wet, softness of her. She let out a ragged, breathy little cry and whispered one word. “Yes…” and Christ, I’d never felt anything so good or perfect in my life until that moment.
Charlotte’s body, her entire being, became my world. My skin lay flush with hers, we breathed the same air, and I was inside her. Somehow that felt impossible and new and more intense than I’d ever imagined. A tiny voice whispered that I was being stupid, that my blindness wasn’t entirely why this moment felt so monumental.
It’s because it’s Charlotte, and that was the truth.
“Are you okay?” I asked her, my ego forbidding me to show weakness, because of the two of us, I was the one that needed reassurance that I wasn’t going to disintegrate into a million points of light.
