I took her hand in mine and held it tight between our bodies as I shifted closer. We were skin to skin, except for the bra. I unhooked it and ran my free hand down her back into her pants and pulled her close. We ground on each other like a couple of teens afraid to get caught with their pants down.
“I still think there are too many clothes involved,” I murmured against her lips. I felt her nod and moved our connected hands down.
She went for my belt and I went for her button fly. We made quick work of them and shimmied out of our pants. I used my foot to divest her of the skinny jeans caught around her ankles and then she returned the favor, not a hot or sexy move but it did the trick. She yanked my pants down and flung them in the air. It felt familiar, almost like something we did at the end of every day, and for some reason that thought warmed me.
“Fuck, you’re stunning.”
I ran a hand over her ass. Her thong was hot pink, like her bra, and rested perfectly on her ass crack. I pushed her on her back and straddled her, taking my time once again with her mouth, but my tongue itched to taste her.
Was that too presumptuous? My dick lurched in my boxer briefs, encouraging me to hurry and sample her. No way was I doing that. If there ever was a moment to take my time, it was now.
I inched lower, my body sliding down hers until my tongue came into contact with her hard nipples. I circled each one and made my way down her stomach. The tip of my tongue trailed her vanilla-scented skin, leaving goose bumps in its path. When I breathed across her stomach and traced the lacy edge of her underwear with my tongue, her back arched off the bed.
In my life, I’d never been so happy to get the green light. I tugged her pink panties down and feasted my eyes on what was in front of me. A dusting of a landing strip shimmering with wetness—I assumed for me.
I had to think of something quickly—geometry, calculus—because my load was about to blow. It had been years since I’d done that in my boxers and right now, just the picture of Charli spread for me, glistening and groomed, was doing me in.
I traced her lips with my finger, and unable to stop myself, slid one inside her, floating off to paradise with her moan. I ducked my head and followed the same path with my tongue. Working in sync with my finger, the two reveled in each arch of her body in response.
Without warning, she came on a long breath, releasing my nickname into the air. “Lay.”
“I got you.”
She continued to vibrate against my mouth and then tugged on my hair. “I want you.”
I wanted to ask her to say it again, but I couldn’t force myself to admit I needed the affirmation.
My heart pounding like a fucking drum, I lifted off her small frame and found my jeans, taking a condom from the back pocket and ripping the packet open. I shoved down my boxers and gloved myself, feeling her watch me from under her long lashes, the biggest fucking aphrodisiac ever. Then I moved back on top of her, carefully bracing my weight on one elbow and guiding myself to her with the other hand. I slid in slowly, relishing each second. Every inch brought a wave of new sensation, another palpitation in my heart.
When I was fully in, I stopped and closed my eyes. It was too much. The beauty of her beneath me, the ache in my balls, the longing to go hard, the desire to stay balls-deep inside Charli was too fucking much. All it took was one roll of her hips and I started moving, and when I opened my eyes to see the gorgeous woman below, I found her eyes fixed on me.
Me.
With every thrust, she kept running her hands all over me, up my chest and down my back, finally gripping my ass as she threw her head back on a long moan and I couldn’t wait any longer. I spilled myself, filling the condom, and when my breathing finally slowed, reached down to make sure the sucker stayed on as I pulled out. I removed it, tied it, and tossed in a small garbage can next to her bed, and gathered Charli in my arms.
Kissing her, smoothing her hair, I asked, “Was that okay?”
She buried her head in my chest. “Why did we wait?”
“Stop,” I said.
“Now I’ll always wonder if it would have been this good then—”
“Shhh,” I said. “It’s perfect now.”
Holding her close was the closest I’d ever been to heaven. As she lay there nestled against me, I pulled her tighter, unable to believe how lucky I was.
But I’d never even dreamed she’d want the old me.
