“Yes,” she breathes, softer now, steadier. “I am.”
And fuck—that does something to me.
I smile, drugged with need. “Grab the condom from my jeans, yeah?”
She smirks, moving to the side and opening her nightstand drawer. “I’ve had these stocked for days now. Mission ‘Lose virginity’ was an elaborate plan.”
I smile up at her, completely gone for this woman. “You did, huh?”
She nods eagerly.
I quickly roll one on, and she positions herself above me.
“Take however much you can. Don’t rush it.”
She swallows hard. “Feels like I’m using you for your dick.”
I look at her, gaze intense. “Then use me. I’m yours, Charlotte.”
There’s no rush after that. No urgency that isn’t chosen. Just slow, deliberate movement as she descends on my cock. Her pussy swallowing it inch by delicious inch.
Then she takes me in, fully. Dropping on my chest with a sharp gasp.
I groan, teeth gritting. “You okay, my love?”
She nods against my chest. Her hips moving agonizingly slowly.
My hands stay with her the entire time. Guiding when she needs it. Holding when she falters. Letting her set the pace even when it nearly breaks me to stay still.
“Fuck, you’re fucking perfect,” I whimper when her pace increases.
Our gasps—quiet, broken sounds slip between us as we find a rhythm that isn’t about desperation anymore, but about trust.
Aboutherchoosing this.
“Feel… so fucking… full,” she breathes out.
“I’ve got you,” I murmur against her skin, voice unsteady. “I’ve got you, my love…”
We kiss feverishly as she moves above me, her pace easing up.
Carefully, almost hesitantly, I take over—digging my heels into the mattress.
She relaxes into me, melting completely while burrowing her face into my neck. I hold her close, thrusting into her with slow, measured strokes.
Then I slip my hand between our writhing, slick bodies. Teasing her clit as I push her over the edge one more time.
When she finally lets go—reallylets go—it wrecks me. The way she trembles. The way she clings. The way her breath breaks against my skin while she’s coming all over my cock.
I follow her, unable to hold back when her walls pulse around my cock. My grip tightening as I bury my face against her shoulder.
“I love you,” I blurt out, grunting, still in the throes of the most intense release of my life. “God, Charlotte, I fucking love you.”
She leans back, looking at me with a soft smile. And I know she has somehow started to believe it.
An hour later, she’s still wrapped around me. Like she never quite let go.
Her head rests over my heart, her cheek pressed to my chest, one arm draped lazily across my stomach like she fell asleep mid-thought.
