Never.
Never enough of her goodness or her beauty or her grace or the way she makes me feel so safe, so at home. And so damned horny it would be embarrassing if she didn’t feel the same way.
But she does…
Thank God, she does.
“More,” she begs, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Nix, please. More. Harder. I need you harder.”
“Fuck, Charlotte, you feel so good.” I grit my teeth, sweat stinging in my eyes as I thrust in fast and deep. I keep it up, drawing a groan of relief from both our chests as she meets me with frantic jerks of her hips.
This woman…
She strips me to the bone, leaving me wide open, defenseless to pretend that making love to her isn’t the best thing that’s ever happened to me. The most primal and sacred and meaningful and perfect.
“So perfect,” I pant as she grips my ass, tugging me even closer, deeper, but I already know it will never be close enough.
Even with my chest crushed against hers and her breath hot on my neck as she clings to me, making those “about to come” whimpers that drive me crazy, it’s not enough.
I want to crawl inside her. I want to be her conjoined twin.
I want to erase all the fear and anger inside and replace them with this—heat, passion, connection, and the sound of Charlotte crying my name as her pussy begins to pulse around me.
Thank God for thick walls, and the white noise machine blaring by the door, ensuring none of our guests can hear her.
Because that cry?
It’s mine. Only mine.
“Yes, baby,” I rasp, my voice rough as I near the edge. “Love it when you come for me, Strawberry. Love it when you drench my fucking cock like this. So good, sweetheart, fuck. Fuck, Char, I’m so close.”
I slam into her even harder, faster, pleasure building at the base of my spine like a high diver reaching the apex just before the fall.
I can’t stop it. I don’t want to.
Hips stuttering, I bury myself deep one final time and spill into her with a bliss that’s almost painful, my entire body seizing, every muscle pulling tight as the release shakes me back and forth in its teeth, violent and sweet.
So sweet…
I sag on top of her, my heart hammering against my ribs, gasping for air like a man who doesn’t run several miles on the daily. But running isn’t nearly as exciting as fucking this woman.
Mywoman.
Fuck, Char, I think,all I want is to know you’re mine and I’m yours and this isn’t going to end in goodbye. I don’t ever want to stay goodbye.
I pull back, staring down at her flushed face, wanting to say the words aloud so badly, it hurts.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, brushing my hair from my sweat damp forehead.
“Just thinking I probably need another shower before bed,” I lie.
Her forehead twitches toward a frown. “Are you sure? If you want to talk, we can. I don’t want you to think I’m not up for talking.” Her lips curve into a crooked smile. “I just needed to fuck you first.”
“I love that about you,” I say, my tongue cramping at the back of my throat as it tries to hold back the next part.
The tongue errs on the side of caution, but the heart…
The heart demands I add in a whisper, “I love everything about you.”
