“Of course.”
She kissed me again, and I found myself sinking into the pleasure of her mouth on mine. I could kiss this woman for days. I had plans to do just that, but not now. Now Iplanned to give her everything she asked me for and anything else she’d let me.
“Don’t make me wait,” I said, breaking the kiss. “Bring that pretty pussy up here where I can reach you. Without my hands.”
She scooted up until she straddled me, a knee on either side of my face. Close enough for me to breathe in the heady scent of her arousal and to touch, but not near enough for me to taste every bit of her. She leaned into me, tentatively, and I felt the brush of her damp curls. I ran my tongue up the slick seam of her sex and watched her give in for just a moment, her hands on the wall above mine.
“That’s it.” I murmured the words against her slippery skin, biting gently at the fleshy mound above her clit. “Take what you need from me.”
If she’d been hesitating, it was gone. She rocked against my mouth while I licked and sucked and nipped at every bit of her I could reach. I ran my tongue up one side of her clit and down the other before drawing the bud into my mouth and sucking.
“Fuck yes, Ford. God. So good. Please, more. Just like that.”
Her back bowed, her head tipped back in pleasure, as she let out a stream of filthy curses and gasps, egging me on. My cock was so hard it ached, and I realized I was fucking the air as she rode my face, my hips straining for something. Anything. I couldn’t wait to bury myself inside her, to feel all her wet heat tight around me, but more than that, I wanted to let go of the headboard. To use my hands to pull her closer, to grind her sex against my mouth, fingers speared inside her tight cunt, working her closer and closer to her climax until she came undone for me. In-control Charlotte spiraling out with pleasure was my new life goal.
I speared my tongue inside her, lapping at her arousal. She tasted so fucking good—sharp and clean. I murmured my approval against her sensitive flesh and felt her body start to tighten around me. Shifting my focus to her clit, I licked and sucked, flicking my tongue back and forth over the swollen bundle of nerves. Her skin flushed, and she caught and held her breath, everything tightening around me. I could tell she was close—hell, I was close, and she’d barely touched me. There was something so overwhelmingly sexy about a woman taking her pleasure. When that woman was Charlotte, I didn’t stand a chance.
Wrapping my lips around her clit, I kept up a steady rhythmic pressure, suckling her, following her with my mouth when she squirmed to get away. I white-knuckle-gripped the headboard, determined to make two things happen: I was not going to let go until she told me, and I was going to make Charlotte come with my mouth.
“That’s it. Fuck, that’s it.”
Her words were punctuated with a cry of pleasure I’d be happy to hear every day of my life. Hell, I’d make it my fucking ringtone if I could. She jerked against me as her climax took her, and I used every bit of focus I had to stay with her, to follow her with my mouth, drawing out all the pleasure I could from her gorgeous sex.
Instead of telling me to stop—the one command I’d hesitate to obey—she moved out of my reach, pausing for just a moment to make sure my hands were still on the headboard.
“You didn’t let go.”
She smiled to herself, and I wished I could kiss the curve of her lips. Let her taste herself on my mouth.
“I aim to please, cher.” The more time I spent with her, the truer the nickname became. She’d rapidly become so dear to me.
“You did please me. Very much.” She scooted down my body, pausing to kiss me, licking and tugging at my mouth the way I’d kissed her sex. My already aching cock twitched in response, and I was pretty sure I was going to have to peel my fingers free when she said I could let go.
Her teeth scraped my chin and then she was kissing her way down my body, her soft blonde hair trailing over my chest.
This woman wrecked me.I wanted a thousand things at once with her. To haul her into my arms and hold her close. To roll her onto her hands and knees, wrap her hair around my fingers and fuck her until she came like a fist around my cock. I wanted to cherish her and master her, and I wanted it all at the same time.
She kissed a path down the center of my stomach, and I waited, breath held, for her to finally touch me, to take my cock in her hand or her mouth, or—fuck me—in her thoughts would probably be enough to tip me over the edge. I’d never wanted a woman as much as I wanted her. I ached with it. The novelty and intensity of the experience combined to have me arching off the bed to try to get closer to her.Fuck me. Please.
I felt her breath, hot against my skin as she pressed a quick kiss, close but nowhere near close enough to the base of my shaft. She shifted until she was kneeling between my thighs, giving me a phenomenal view of her breasts, the ones I hadn’t gotten my fill of yet.
“Don’t come until I tell you to.” She grinned, wickedly, and I blew out a breath, certain I’d do what she asked or die trying. “Think of it as payback for the two-hour rise time forthe beignet dough.”
That could go either way. Two hours had been long, not long enough by my reckoning, but longer than she’d expected, which could be spun as bad. But we’d had a really good time together, and the beignets were delicious, which pointed toward good. I was rolling the options around in my head when she cupped my balls in her small hands, stroking and gently tugging in a way that clearly tipped the scale to good.
I sucked in some air as she kept one hand on my sac and the other stroked my cock. She stopped just before her hand reached the crown and my hips jerked on their own, desperate for more. More of her touch. More Charlotte.
“Do not come,” she warned one more time before bending down and taking my cock in her mouth, stopping any assurance I might have been about to make in my suddenly too-tight throat.
Keeping her gaze pinned to mine, she swirled her tongue along the crest of my head and then flattened her tongue to lick the line on the underside of my shaft. We’d arrived at the second death and resurrection, the one where she slayed me with her mouth and brought me back to life with it just as quickly. Letting her beautiful blue eyes drift shut, she slid her mouth down my cock, taking me to the back of her throat.
“Fuck, Charlotte.” The words ripped from my throat on a groan.
She let out a satisfied hum that vibrated against my skin and threatened to force me to break my promise. And then she started to move.
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FEELING FORD STRUGGLE to keep from coming as I worked my mouth up and down his length was almost as satisfying as the phenomenal orgasm he’d given me. Almost.
