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Unable to resist, he grabbed a breast and squeezed beforeflicking the nipple. She threw her head back and played with her other breast.
Shit, she was too sexy for words. To think he once thought of her as a prude. Her manners in public did not reflect behind doors.
Incited, Rick took over and flipped her onto her back. She shrieked excitedly, spreading her legs wide as he readjusted. He thrust into her slowly, keeping the cadence steady. She was so wet he felt himself getting close.
“Fuck…” he whispered and paused again. “You feel so good. I don’t want to come too fast.”
Charlie grinned and reached down to rub his shaft connected to her pussy. He pulled out until the head touched her opening, then slammed back in. It was tempting to explode inside her, but he wanted to stay put. He didn’t want to finish.
Rick retreated and hiked her legs over his shoulder as he settled his face between her thighs. Without notice, he started tonguing her. She was already sensitive, but after her first orgasm, subsequent ones were easy to draw out.
“Oh…” she whirred, legs beginning to shake as he licked. “Rick.I’m going to?—”
His name came out again as she cried, washed ashore by the explosive waves. Her body seized and shuddered, her cries dragging in echoes. The way she called out his name fired something in him, and he shoved his dick back inside.
Charlie cursed, but wrapped her legs around him. “Finish inside me. You’re there.” She pulled him down for a kiss, drugging him. He smelled her fragrance, clutched her soft hair, and took her mouth eagerly.
Rick loved how vocal she was during sex, loved having her tease him as much as he enjoyed teasing her. She made him feel desirable, and most of all,wanted.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked between sharp thrusts made to penetrate the body and the mind. She was too dazed to respond,reacting to his cock ramming inside her with soft, feminine gasps that only pushed him on.
The pressure on his groin oscillated tenfold the more noises she made. He thought he heard her begging for him. Her succulent mouth opened to let out streams of moans as he hit her one after another of his forceful plunges. Charlie’s head was almost sinking into the heap of pillows occupying her bed.
One, two, three more thrusts and he was spilling inside her. She clenched around him as they found their high together. He didn’t stop pumping, intending to force out every shred left of their orgasm.
Rick stopped when he went flaccid, unable to hang any longer. He withdrew from her reluctantly and collapsed on the bed by her side. They each caught up in their breathing, and he heard Charlie’s dreamy laughter.
“Mmmm,” she hummed, only able to turn her head to look at him, her body still blissfully limp and flat against the mattress. “Men fall asleep right after sex, but I feel likeI’mgoing to conk out after this and we haven’t even eaten yet.”
“Just relax,” he told her. “I’ll wake you up in a bit for food.”
“Will you?” she asked innocently. “I want to enjoy more of your cooking. And while it’s hot.”
He chuckled, rolling to the side. “What do you have at home?”
Her expression turned abashed as she pulled the covers over her chest, denying him her beautiful naked body. “Nothing. I don’t cook much. Maybe a few bags of ramen?”
“How about some eggs? Bacon?”
Charlie sat herself up, the duvet lowered.Yes. “I don’t think so. Even if I do, they might have already gone bad. In fact, I’m afraid of even looking inside my refrigerator.”
The way she bit her lips before brushing over her hair made his cock snap back to life, and he wanted to forget about rest and food. But she yawned, and he pushed her to lie back down.
“I’ll think of something. We can get delivery if it comes to it,”he assured her. She smiled, then shut her eyes. Moments later, the most characteristic snore streamed out of her slightly parted mouth.
Rick knew she was tired. As much as he wanted to take the credit for the orgasm-induced sleep, a large part of her exhaustion had to do with work. She poured her energy into it. He was lucky enough she gave him some of her time.
For someone who grew up with her level of privilege, she didn’t manifest it as strongly. He understood the desire to prove oneself. It seemed like she had a lot she wanted to prove, and to people whose criticism shouldn’t matter, him included.
He was wrong about her all this time. She had already shown who she was, and he’d dismissed her. Luckily, she was willing to forgive his dumbass.
Rick watched her sleep peacefully, sunken into her cloud of pink that was her bed. This was the first time he’d come into her room, but they’d been so wrecked with lust he didn’t notice the interior until now.
Pink was Charlie’s color, no doubt, but the amount was bordering psychotic.
Rick sat up, nearly wincing at all the various gradients ofpinkin the room. Her bed, carved and shaped exactly for a princess with a high canopy and sheer white curtains draped over. One corner was a shrine for stuffed animals. A light brown bear sat as a showcase, so big that Rick would bet it was taller than he was.
Across from the bed stood a vanity, painted in light peach, and had shelves stacked after another with an endless supply of makeup. He spied her closet. It was a huge walk-in. One door was ajar, giving him a peek at her very rosy-colored wardrobe. A bright yellow feathered boa snuck out for a show. He might ask her about that once she woke up.
