Hell, my pulse is racing so fast at the mere thought of this man being inside of me.
He rests his hand next to my head, his other hand still wrapped around his cock, moving up and down along the length.
“Touch yourself again.”
I’m so desperate for any type of friction, I immediately move one hand between my legs, the other up to my peaked nipple.
Luke takes his bottom lip between his teeth and watches as I move my hands in tandem, moaning at how sensitive my clit is already.
“Do you think of me when you touch yourself, Charlie?”
“Yes.” It comes out on a breathy exhale and I force my eyes to stay open because having this man naked on top of me is so much better than my imagination.
“Tell me what I’m doing when you think of me.”
I’ve imagined him, us, together a million times, so there’s no hesitation.
“Most of the time your mouth is between my legs. Or you’re taking me from behind while I scream into the pillow.”
Luke picks up the pace and starts stroking himself faster and faster.
“You like it from behind, Charlie?”
I nod. “Mhmmm.”
“Flip over then, baby.”
Holy shit.
As quickly as I can, I turn over onto my stomach, but before I can push myself up onto my hands, Luke’s are on my hips, pulling me back toward him.
He pulls me up and slides his hands over my hips and across my ass before dipping his fingers between my legs.
I can’t see him but when he removes his fingers, I hear him dramatically suck them into his mouth.
“Just as sweet as I imagined.”
Good lord. I’ve read about men doing that in books but I didn’t think they actually did that in real life. It’s hotter than I thought it would be. Fuck. It’s erotic and I love it.
“You ready?” His voice is low and raspy, and I wish I could record it and play it on loop when I’m at home alone with my vibrator.
I nod into the pillow but he doesn’t move.
“Words, Charlie. I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes, Luke. I’m ready.”
I feel him shift behind me and then feel his lips on my back. He kisses his way up my spine, all the way to the back of my neck. He pushes my hair aside and his hot breath is a caress against my cheek when he speaks.
“Hold on tight, baby. I’m about to rock your fucking world.”
Charlie inhales a sharp breath and I chuckle as I make my way back down her body, taking my time to savor every touch of my lips against her.
Tonight at dinner I had already made the decision that I would let Charlie know just how much I wanted her. When I ran into her in nothing but a towel, it took expert level restraint to not throw her onto the bed right then and there.
I knew what I wanted, but what ifshechanged her mind.
It wasn’t until she told me to look at her, and dropped the towel, that I knew she still wanted this the way I wanted it.
