I shake my head. “Nothing.”
“It’s okay. Tell me, Xander.”
I lick my lips, and I nervously glance at her. She’s waiting for me to tell her. “I kept dreaming of you, and I knew you weren’t Billie. So I felt guilty. And I couldn’t see your face, so I didn’t know who you were. I didn’t tell anyone because I thought maybe you weren’t real, and I was going crazy.” I omit to tell her I considered killing myself a few times before my memory started to come back.
Charlotte says nothing at first. She strokes my cheek. I can see her thinking, and she finally asks, “Do you still feel guilty?”
“No,” I say without any hesitation.
“Not even a little?”
I cup her face in my hands. “No.”
She lets out a breath.
I lean into her and kiss her, trying to show her she is the only woman I desire and love.
If I could press pause on life and bottle up how Charlotte makes me feel, I would be in a state of eternal bliss. When she kisses me, she consumes me, breathing life into me where I thought I was dead.
When you’ve gone through the darkness, and you’re faced with so much light, it’s blinding. People think blindness is always bad, but when you’re blinded by light after being in the dark for so long, you realize the things you put stock in, that you assumed you needed to have a future, have been a figment of your imagination.
Charlotte is the light. The blinding light healing me from my fears and all the worries I may never have a clear picture of mypast. Whatever happened then can stay there. The only thing that matters is the future.
She laces her hands behind my head, once again giving me a notion of something in the past, some memory that wants to come out, but I don’t try to comprehend it. I pull her closer and detach from anything that isn’t right now.
My lips move across her jaw, down her neck, and to her chest that is already rising and falling. I lick her areolas, one at a time, teasing her puckered hardness, listening to her quiet whimpers.
Her legs part, widening, so I’m centered on her. My lips give homage to the smoothness of her stomach and the curves of her waist before I feast on her mound.
She moans, and I harden further. Desperation to taste her, as her scent flares in my nostrils, overpowers me, and as I massage her thighs, I take my first nibble.
A perfect concoction of flavors, both salty and sweet, hits my tongue, and I remind myself to take my time and savor her.
“Oh...oh...” she moans, pressing into me.
Gliding my finger in and out of her, I add another, as she grinds harder.
I kiss her inner thighs and around her sex then go back to dining on her, licking her clit, sucking her soft and then harder, flicking my tongue against her delicious, pink pussy.
“Xander,” she cries out, bucking harder into my face as I finger fuck her faster.
The heat of her body penetrates my cells, tempting and torturing me, as pre-cum drips down my dick.
“Please...please don’t stop,” she begs, digging her fingers into my skull and squeezing her thighs around my neck.
I sink my fingers into her hips and pull her into me as close as possible and suck her into her high.
“Xander! Oh...oh!” She flies into a state of glorious ecstasy, vibrating into my mouth and on my fingers.
She’s quivering, and when she slows down, I kiss her thighs, letting her breathe, then latch back onto her.
The second time, I ferociously eat her out, and she screams my name, trembling almost immediately into my mouth.
Her flushed skin is warm and smooth, as I make my way up her body. My cock is hard and throbbing, and when my mouth meets hers, she opens her legs and wraps them around me.
I glide into her and groan.
“Oh,” she moans, already pulsing around me, bringing my every cell to life.
