He pulled me onto his lap in one strong swoop. I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned in to kiss him. After a few minutes, he picked me up and placed me on the middle of the bed, putting a pillow beneath my head before he turned to find the switch for the lamp. He turned it off and took off his glasses.
I sat up and pulled his face back toward mine. He kissed me hard, then leaned back slightly to take off his shirt first, then mine. He reached down and kissed the space between my breasts, inhaling deeply as his hands pressed against the small of my back. He gently laid meback toward the pillows and sat back and looked at me. I could only see half of his face in the moonlight.
He reached down and unbuttoned the top of my jeans.
“Is this okay?”
I nodded, watching as he carefully slid my jeans down to my ankles. I kicked them off and reached for the waistband of his jeans, but he placed my hand over my head, then moved my other hand to meet it.
He kissed my collarbone as he unhooked my bra with one hand. I lay still as he slowly covered every inch of me with his mouth, moving my thong aside as he worked his way back up toward me. I closed my eyes in anticipation. I didn’t want it to end. I cried out in pleasure and tried to catch my breath.
“I want to feel you inside of me,” I whispered. My whole body was on fire.
It was all Charlie needed to fully undress. He crawled toward me and placed his hand under my head. He kissed me and entered me as I came a second time, feeling the waves of my orgasm against him. He moved slowly in and out of me. I closed my eyes again and allowed myself to be swept up in the rhythm of our bodies moving together.
He grabbed my hips firmly and pulled me on top of him in one perfectly choreographed move. I ran my hands along his arms, then reached for the top of the headboard to steady myself as he let me take control. I came again. I leaned down and buried my face in his neck as he pressed me to him and thrust deeper inside me.
“Sam . . .” he whispered softly.
He moved on top of me again, and his breath quickened.
We collapsed and lay there listening to each other breathe, our limbs tangled, our bodies exhausted.
I woke up sweating. Maybe a studio was too small for two bodies. I wanted badly to open the window but didn’t want to wake him.
I listened to the cadence of his breath, lying there enveloped in the heat ofus.
I breathed in as deeply and quietly as I could, folding my hands on top of my bare stomach. A shiver ran through me at the memory of his lips and his tongue. I felt a swell of desire for him all over again as my mind replayed images of us together. My mouth felt dry, and I reached for the glass of water on the nightstand. I sipped it slowly, my heart racing and my body pulsing.
I turned on my side, facing away from him. I needed clarity of thought. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt him. My skin tingled.
Charlie stirred behind me. I felt his arm reach over and his hand press against my stomach, pulling me back against him. His hand moved to my breasts, and I could feel him want me again. I pressed myself closer to him and allowed my body to curve into his. Without saying anything, he entered me slowly from behind, his hand running along my thigh, my hip, my waist, then my breasts as he thrust into me over and over, hungrily kissing the back of my neck and my shoulders.
We moved together, his arm wrapped tightly around me and his other hand firmly on my right hip, his breath quickening as we came together.
Charlie fell asleep again as he held me. With every kiss, every touch, every orgasm—I was being pulled in deeper and deeper.
It wasn’t just the sex. It was the cocktail of Charlie that was making me spiral.
I lay awake until the sun came up, thinking about everything that had happened. I turned to look at him, resisting the urge to run my fingers along the contour of his face.
I wished I could jump out of my skin and be someone else. Someone who could fall headfirst into this vortex.
He’d been unapologetically honest about his feelings for me. He understood my drive, admired it, didn’t want to redirect it. He didn’t want me to be someone I wasn’t.
“Are you freaking out?”
I jumped. “Morning,” I said sheepishly, pulling the sheets tighter.
He moved back toward the window to give me space. “I know every expression you make. I can see your mind working.”
“It’s almost Christmas,” I said pathetically.
“Are you freaking out about Christmas?”
I smiled and shook my head.
“Are you going back to Virginia for the holidays?” he asked.
