Charlotte pulls back, giving me a snide grin. “Josie and I have a strict no sex in shared areas rule, jerk.”
“Of course,” I say with a grin and kiss her on the lips. I open a door, but it’s not the right one.
“That’s the bathroom,” she says, kissing me.
“My bad. Where’s your bedroom?”
“End of the hall. On the left,” she says, kissing me down my neck. She kisses me behind my ear and the world blurs around the edges a little.
“Don’t let the bad vibes in or the cat out.” I read the sign on the door aloud before reaching the handle, and Charlotte pulls her lips from mine.
“Oh, not that one. That’s Josie’s.”
“You said the left,” I tell her.
“My left. Your right. My bad.”
I smile and pivot a hundred and eighty degrees to my right. The third door better be a damn charm. I open it, and it smells like her.
I close it behind me with my foot and toss her onto the neatly made bed. Everything in here is very tidy. I am not surprised at all.
“Josie has a cat?” I ask as she tugs on her jeans in an attempt to peel them off.
“She does. It actually roams the entire apartment. She just thought the sign was funny.”
“What’s its name?” I ask as we both pull off our shirts.
“Pussycat,” she says.
“Josie named her cat Pussycat? How orig—” I stop mid-word when I realize what she did there. I say, “Oh, I get it. Cute.”
“Right?” she asks, smirking up at me in her bra and panties.
As I crawl on top of her, I say, “The only pussycat I am interested in right now is yours.”
Charlotte gasps as I kiss her neck, suckling on the spot above her collarbone. I keep kissing her while I tug her bra off in one swift motion. I softly kiss each one, pampering each nipple, swirling it with my tongue.
“Oh god…” she says and I have to smile.
“Is that the worst you can do?” I ask, kissing lower.
“What do you mean?” she asks, running her hands through my hair. She seems to have an obsession with my hair, specifically around my temples. Having your scalp scratched by perfectlymanicured natural nails is a turn-on. It’s almost as good as the little shivers that ripple through her body when I kiss her most erogenous spots.
“Come on, there has to be one swear word in you,” I say as my lips hover over hers. I can feel her heat and smell her unique sweetness.
“I’m a good girl,” she purrs, and it’s enough to send me over the edge.
“Yeah, well we’ll see about that?” I say, tugging her panties aside and covering her with my mouth. I devour her immediately. Not slowly. No teasing. No edging. I catch every nerve in her body by surprise as I kiss and suck and flick her clit until she is in a back-arching frenzy.
“Oh…”she moans.
“Oh what?” I ask. “Say it. Talk dirty for me.”
Charlotte is stubborn and says nothing. I unravel her nerve by nerve, one lashing at a time, but I’m not finished. I flip her over onto her knees and stand up, tugging her ass back towards me. Then I take off the rest of my clothes and yank her panties down. I rub my dick against her pussy just enough to get it wet before thrusting it inside her, filling her up with nothing but my hot, pulsing cock.
“Oh god,” she says again, and I wish it were my name she is saying instead.
“I am going to ask you one more time,” I say as my hips thrust into hers. “Talk. Dirty.”
