His words were a shot straight to the heart. I flopped back on the lid of the piano, because I’d been struck dead by his command. Charlie’s hands massaged up and down my thighs, and he asked, “Do you want me to touch you?”
“Where?” My voice was breathy.
“Let me be clearer. Do you want my fingers inside of you?”
My first inclination wasfuck yes!But then I had second thoughts. No one had been inside me since… well. I didn’t know if it would hurt. I worried it’d be scarred down there, or it wouldn’t feel good and I’d spiral into another freak-out.
But I’d touched Charlie, and experienced the wonders of his body. I wanted him to touch me, too.
I took so long to answer, Charlie said, “I can stop.”
“I don’t want you to,” I replied. “We can try.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I want to see what it’s like for you to be inside me.”
Charlie’s face flushed hungrily, and I wondered if that was the right thing to say, but he went on. “Tell me if you want me to back off.”
“I will.”
Charlie stood at the side of the piano. His left hand trailed up under my skirt as his right hand nestled in my hair and stroked it back. I felt him start to feather the outside of me, and the movement was so light and airy that it made my eyes close. He took his time circling the outside, dipping the tip of his finger in once or twice. I took an inhale when he did that, already feeling like I was going to blow. The anticipation was excruciating. I knew he was going slow for my sake, but at the same time, it felt like teasing. The feeling was immense, and powerful, building to something greater.
“You ready?”
“Yes.” My hand stroked up and down his arm, though my eyes remained closed. I didn’t need to see— I only wanted to feel.
Charlie inserted a finger, and I felt my back roll up off the piano. He slowly began moving in and out of me, creating a rhythm.
It didn’t feel like I thought it would. It didn’t hurt either, which was a major plus. It feltgood.I gasped, and my breaths grew sharper as Charlie picked up speed, feeling me out as he coaxed me toward delirium.
Was I jealous of all those other women that had come before? No fucking way. It’d given Charlie alotof practice. He made me feel like a goddess, the way he touched me. No offering or prayer could ever match up to the heat he was stirring inside of me.
“More?” Charlie’s tone had grown deeper, and more throaty. The connection I felt between us was so strong, it pulled at my chest until I was sure my heart nearly burst.
“Yes!” I could certainly lay here all day long, enjoying the feeling of Charlie’s hand rubbing the core of me.
Or at least, that’s what my mind told me. This was such bliss that I felt myself falling for him fast and hard. When Charlie put another finger inside of me, I was nearly clawing at his arm. He picked up speed, and my body jolted as I realized—
Oh,fuck. He’d found my g-spot! Charlie pressed against it, and I couldn’t hold on anymore. I rolled onto my side as I orgasmed, and Charlie worked me until my body stopped shaking, and the earth stopped quivering with the heaviness of my pleasure. I opened my eyes and looked up at him, studying his face as my chest heaved for air.
It was so intense. We were still locked in the moment. Without hesitation, I reached out and unbuttoned his pants. I yanked them down and grabbed his dick. I jerked him off, and Charlie hovered over me, his eyes shutting half-closed as he reveled in the waves of satisfaction I gave him. He was close. His body went rigid, and he bit the corner of his lip, like he was seconds from tumbling over the edge.
I looked down at his dick in my hand, and wondered what it’d feel like in my mouth. But that was a task for another time, because just as I thought it, Charlie came. He grabbed onto the edge of the piano to keep his balance, knuckles turning white as he gave a gasp of release. As before, stars burst behind my eyes, and I reveled in the amazing feelings that crossed through our bond.
A contented smirk made its way across my face. I played with him some more, but Charlie pushed my hands away. “Too intense. You’re gonna make me lose control.”
“Is that such a bad thing?” I asked as I turned on my back and stared at the ceiling, feeling very much proud of myself.
“Not when we’re still learning each other. Maybe someday.”
Charlie buttoned his pants and lifted me off the piano. Oberi gave us a judgmental look on the other side of the room, where she’d made a pile of instruments that was almost as tall as she was. I was sure she was saying,Can you two stop fooling around long enough to come appreciate my cool mountain?
“I was fiddling with a new tune when you got here,” Charlie said as I sat back beside him on the bench. “I wanted to know what you thought of it.”
“You were fiddling with me, too, and that had a happy ending.”
“You’reveryfunny, Ava.”
