My gaze dropped to her lips. They were slightly parted. “And these lips...” My voice was rough. “I think about them pressed against mine every single hour of every single day.”
She inhaled sharply as I carefully tugged the left side of her robe, letting it slip past her shoulder. Her breath hitched, the air between us growing thicker as I took in the smooth skin now exposed, every movement deliberate and filled with quiet reverence.
“But my favorite part is this,” my hands danced along her neckline. I stopped, holding my hand still right above her breasts. She was breathing heavily beneath my touch. “Your heart is selfless, open, and full of so much life. You give so much to everyone around you, Charlie. You make people feel seen, cared for, and you do it without even realizing how rare that is.”
Her eyes met mine in the mirror, and I continued. “And that bucket list? It’s fearless, just like you. You take chances, find joy, and remind me life’s meant to be lived.”
I leaned in, my lips close to her ear. “You don’t settle for a life half lived, and that’s what draws me to you. You make me want to take those chances with you, to be the kind of man who can stand by your side and share in every wild, messy, beautiful moment.”
Her breath hitched again, her eyes glistening in the mirror.
“Charlie, you’ve got this incredible gift. And that heart of yours? It’s the best damn thing about you.”
“Austin,” she murmured as a tear fell down her cheek.
“Don’t cry, honey. Let me continue. I’m not even close to being done.” I paused and wrapped my other hand around her waist. “I’m right here. I’m always here.”
I straightened, my eyes locked on hers as she watched me through the mirror. My hand drifted down her chest, and the robe slipped open farther, revealing her fully. My fingers slid over her skin, tracing the swell of her breast before rolling gently over her hardened nipples.
She let out a soft, shaky breath.
I leaned in close, my lips brushing against her ear. “Your breasts,” I murmured, my hands continuing their deliberate worship. “I love them because they’re so full, soft, and made to be touched, kissed, and devoured.”
My fingers rolled her thick, sensitive nipples, tugging them just enough to draw a sharp moan from her lips. I pulled harder, watching the way they bounced and swayed, her body completely at my mercy. Her moan deepened, and she let her head fall back against my chest.
“Charlie,” I growled. “Look at yourself.”
Her eyes snapped open, meeting her reflection, pupils blown with lust.
“Look at how your body was made for me.”
I slid my hands lower, gripping her curves as I leaned in. “Every inch of you is mine to touch, to taste, to ruin.”
With one more tug, I let the robe fall open completely, her tits spilling out, nipples hard. Her hair tumbled over her shoulders.
“Fuck, Charlie,” I murmured, my cock straining against her back. “You have no idea how badly I want to take you right now.”
“Do it,” she mewled. “Take me . . . now.”
I chuckled and walked in front of her, dropping to my knees. “No. I’m not done worshipping you.”
I slid my hands down from her breasts, gliding over the soft curve of her stomach.
“Your curves should be written about in every history book. They’re breathtaking.”
I let my hands drift lower, tracing the line where her hips flared, my fingers skimming over her skin until they reached the apex of her thighs, where her pussy was fully exposed.
She gasped, and her body arched slightly into my touch.
“Look at you,” I murmured, dragging my gaze over the creamy stretch of her thighs.
I pressed my lips to her skin, slowly lifting her leg over my shoulder. My mouth followed a path up her thigh, stopping just before the neatly trimmed strip of hair framing her pussy. I gave her one slow, deliberate lick and savored the taste.
She glanced down at me, and I stilled.
“Look in the mirror, Charlie,” I purred. “I want you to see yourself. Watch as I devour you, as I worship every inch of your body. Watch how beautiful you are when you come undone.”
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