I smile, my heart racing with anticipation. “Oh?”
“Not even close.”
He rolls off me, his eyes never leaving mine, and I feel the cool air against my skin, a stark contrast to the heat we’ve just generated.
“On your knees for me, Charlie,” he says, his voice low.
My heart skips a beat, but I don’t hesitate. I kneel on the bed, my breath quickening as I watch him move. He stands at the edge of the bed, and I feel a surge of desire at the sight of him.
He moves behind me, his hands gripping my hips, and I feel the head of his cock pressing against my entrance.
“Say the word,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear.
“Yes,” I whisper, goosebumps spreading along my body.
He moves into me with a deep thrust, and I moan, my head falling back as he fills me completely. His hands grip my hips tightly, his movements steady and unyielding, each one sending shocks of pleasure through me.
I meet his thrusts with my own, my body moving in sync with his. The angle is different, the sensation deeper, and I feel myself building again, the pleasure coiling tight in my core. His hands move to my breasts, squeezing and teasing my nipples, his touch sending sparks through my body.
I cry out his name as my orgasm rips through me, my body shaking. He follows moments later, his grip tightening on my hips as he moves deep one last time.
The last of it shudders through me, and then everything goes quiet in that stunned, weightless way that feels like falling and landing at the same time.
He eases down beside me. The room comes back in pieces: muted light, tangled sheets, the sound of us breathing like we ran a mile.
Once my breathing slows, the room hums with the kind of silence that feels earned.
He’s lying on his side, fingers tracing lazy circles over my shoulder.
The steady rhythm of his breathing anchors me in a way I didn’t know I needed.
When he speaks, it’s quiet, like he’s afraid to break something sacred.
“I love you.”
I blink up at him, heart stuttering. “What?”
His thumb drags along my collarbone, gentle. “Didn’t mean to say it tonight.”
I swallow hard. “You didn’t?”
He shakes his head, a faint smile tugging at his mouth. “No. But I meant it.”
Something in my chest breaks open.
“Good,” I whisper, my voice unsteady but sure. “Because I love you too.”
He exhales, long and quiet, then leans in and kisses me again—softer this time, slower, like he’s sealing something that doesn’t need to be rushed.
For the first time in a long time, everything feels simple.
Right.
The smell of coffee is what wakes me.
For a second, I don’t remember where I am, just that the sheets are warm and my body feels pleasantly heavy. Then I hear movement downstairs, the faint clink of a mug, and everything comes rushing back.
Last night.
