The pressure on my balls subsides and I feel a warm hand on my lower back.
“Are you okay, honey? Was that too much?”
“No, yes, no, I don’t know. I think I’ve gone blind,” I babble, and his hand moves in a soothing circle as I kneel with my arse in the air, my head on the pillow, and a big grin on my face.
“More, please,” I beg shamelessly and he laughs softly. He eases his thumb out and I growl. I’d gotten used to it there and I liked it. Then I do feel the momentary coldness of the lube as he inserts his finger. He takes his time, pushing in as deep as he can. It’s a different feeling to the attention he gave to the rim, and it stings a little. I tense up.
“Relax, Gabby darling,” he croons, and I take a deep breath and try to loosen up. He murmurs praise and starts moving his finger, working it in and out of me. I lean into it as he twists it round, slipping it in and out easier. He adds a second finger, and after the initial stretch it goes easier too. It feels good but I want more.
“I think I’m ready,” I say and he chuckles.
“Not until I’ve added another, you’re not.”
I gasp as he adds a third finger, not going slowly this time. Okay, I get it, but it’s still not enough.
“Please, Charley,” I moan.
“Getting greedy, are we?” he teases, and I’m too far gone to care when I answer him.
“Yes, I want your dick, Charley.”
I regret my pleading when he takes his hand away and my hole is empty, fluttering around nothing. A mewling moan escapes me and I nearly beg him to put his hand back, but within seconds I feel his cockhead against me. He pushes in slowly. It burns a little, and I remember his advice to relax. He gives me time to stretch to accommodate him, and I let out a laugh remembering I’d said I was ready after two fingers. He inches in, little by little, as I get accustomed to him filling me and going deeper.Eventually he bottoms out and I hear him let out a juddering sigh.
“You can move now,” I whisper.
“No I can’t.” His breath is shaky. “I’ve waited a long time for this moment. If I move now, it’s all over.” He breathes deeply, humming under his breath for a few minutes. I don’t mind, just the feel of him inside me is enough.
“Okay,” he utters after a few more quivery breaths, and then he starts to move. “Fuck, Gabby, you’re tight.” His hands grasp at my hips as he picks up speed. He thrusts hard and I bite down on my lip, hovering on the exquisite knife edge of pleasure. I tangle my fists into the sheets and press my face harder into the pillow as he pounds me. I can’t even think which way is up, I’m only aware of a wave of ecstatic pleasure building. Charley is mumbling incoherently as I give myself over to the motion, living in the moment. My whole skin feels alive, buzzing with elation, and his rhythm rocks us with every flick of his hips. I want to come, but I also don’t want it to end. All too soon I feel my balls tighten and I know I’m close. He reaches for my cock. He barely has his hand around it and my orgasm hits hard and my cum splatters over the sheets.
With a guttural grunt he jerks forward, and I feel him come, his load filling me up. Euphoria bubbles up and I start laughing. He collapses onto the bed and giggles too. Then he grabs the back of my neck and pulls me towards him, resting our sweat-soaked foreheads together.
“I love you,” he whispers. I look into his light blue eyes and see the depths of that love. I want to swim in it.
“I love you too,” I say, and the best of all his smiles breaks out on his face.
“C’mon, let’s get a shower.” He releases my neck and jumps up, already halfway across the room. I scramble to follow him, pleased my legs don’t give way.
For some reason the memory of Celeste’s words from the night I lost Charley surfaces. Like a dog that comes running. It was never true; it was always the other way around. Charley owns me, and I’ll gladly give him the leash.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
CHARLEY
“Do you want a beer?” Simon asks as I take a seat near the firepit.
“Yes, thanks.” I take the bottle he offers and have a swig. Andrés is tending something on the barbecue. He’s promised us a taste of Argentina, so I’ll be interested to see what he’s cooking. It certainly smells good.
Kirsty and Alexa are sitting across the fire pit deep in conversation with Felix. We’ve all had a few days off since the opening of the centre, taking time to rest. I did as I intended and spent most of Sunday in bed, with Gabriel. Since then I’ve caught up on a few emails and messages but kept it easy.
This morning we had a team meeting at work, a debrief with everyone reporting on how the weekend had gone in their area and any ideas to make any improvements. There’d been no major catastrophes during the event, so I’m happy. We also have more restaurant bookings for the few days a week we’re open, aswell as interest for special events in the restaurant and ballroom. Oscar gave us some feedback on the website hits and social engagement, and we gained a fair number of new followers, so it’s all looking positive for the future and the sustainability of the centre.
Tonight, though, is a purely social occasion. I like that my work colleagues are also my friends, my chosen family. Gabriel arrives with Immy, Oliver, and Oscar. Immy and Oliver are due to return to Spain tomorrow for a few months, so this is also serving as a farewell for them. Oscar is going with them for a couple of weeks as he’s going to take over their marketing as well.
“Hey, baby,” Gabriel says, plonking himself down beside me and leaning in for a kiss.
“Did you have a good afternoon?” I ask, and he smiles and nods. He’s been meeting with the estate manager for the last few hours. He accepts a beer from Simon and tells me about it until Andrés announces the food is ready.
The table is laden with dishes of grilled meats, potatoes, and salads. I grab a plate and pile it high, not realising how hungry I am. When Andrés said that his country was synonymous with grilling food I barely believed him, but this is delicious.
