‘Sure?’ He stops. God.Don’t.
‘Please,’ I beg. ‘It’s good. Very good.’
I didn’t know that anything could be as intense as Charlie’s hand moving against my pulsing core. He only lowers his head to kiss the insides of my thighs.
We don’t say much. Only things likehere,harder,don’t stopand it’s already a hundred times better than last week. Now and then he asks, but not often enough for it to get annoying.
My knickers are wet, I only realize I’m still wearing them when Charlie hooks his finger inside the elastic and looks at me. I lift my hips so that he can undress me and then I’m lying naked before him on the stage. My heart is racing with excitement.
He takes his time, running both hands over the outsides of my thighs and my hips. Over my belly and my breasts, back to my shoulders, which he presses into the floor. My breath catches as he hastily grabs my wrists. I forget where we are as he pushes them to the floor beside my head and pauses above me.
‘Hi,’ he whispers, his face only centimetres from mine. His gorgeous mouth and the lust in his eyes.
‘Hey.’ My voice shakes. His scent envelops me. ‘Everything OK?’ I ask, as the seconds pass and he doesn’t move.
Charlie nods. ‘I just wanted to look at you,’ he says, leaning down and kissing me. Deep, slow. Very, very deep. I groan in his mouth as he lowers his hips onto me. I can feel him through his boxers and for a moment I think I’m nearly there. Charlie’s fingers around my wrists, his lips on mine, his movements, faster and then slower – it’s almost perfect.
I don’t know how long we’ve been lying here, kissing and touching each other, when Charlie leans back and gasps for breath.
‘Tori,’ he says. ‘I . . .’
I grab his shoulders. He rolls onto his back and pulls me onto him.Onto him. Yes. I’m dizzy for a moment.
‘We have to . . .’
‘Yes,’ I gasp, my fingers already on his trousers. Seconds pass, then I shove my fingers under the waistband of his boxers.
Charlie groans. My best friend, his eyes shut, his mouth slightly open, who’s been exploring almost every inch of my body. The pulling at my core is growing stronger as I feel him freeze beneath me. And then I feel him in my hand. Throbbing, hot. Charlie’s head falls back.
‘Tori.’ He gasps as I move my hand. ‘If you keep doing that . . .’
‘Yes? What will happen?’
‘Nothing good.’ He presses his lips together.
‘Hm.’ I push my hand back a little and then forward again. Charlie’s hips are against my thighs. He presses himself into my hand: he likes it. And I like the fact that he can hardly control himself.
I pull him aside, he opens his eyes and rolls willingly with me until I’m under him. I reach for his waistband again, Charlie straightens up to pull off the boxers, and then we’re both naked. He kneels over me, his legs right and left of my hips. He reaches for his trousers and into one of the pockets.
I have to laugh as he proudly presents me with the condom.
‘Very good,’ I joke, but all further remarks stick in my throat. He looks me in the eye.
‘Will you sleep with me?’ he asks quietly.
‘Yes.’ I clear my throat. ‘How about you?’
‘Also yes.’ I feel his warm breath on my throat as he leans over me once he’s pulled on the condom.
I try not to hold my breath as he moves his erection between my legs.It won’t hurt. It won’t hurt. It won’t . . .
Charlie kisses me, so endlessly gently that I forget what’s happening. Then I exhale as he penetrates me.
‘Sorry,’ he whispers, resting his brow against mine. For a moment, neither of us moves. I force myself to breathe and to relax. Charlie waits until I nod. Only then does he move deeper. I raise my hips towards him a little and Charlie begins to move. Slowly and carefully at first, then we speed up.
This time it’s better. Perhaps it’s down to what he was doing with his fingers earlier, or just to the fact that we took our time, but I find it hard to keep lying still. And so does he. I can feel it. Our kisses are less precise, gasping for air, kissing, holding tight. My fingers glide over his back, sweaty skin, heavy breathing.
‘Can you come like this?’ he asks.
