The next moments are a whirlwind. I don't stop kissing her while I lift her easily and set her on the sink counter. I push up the blue top she's wearing until I expose her bra and thank all the angels who made her put on a piece with a front clasp that I open with one hand, and that same second I latch onto a delicious breast. We moan in unison.
While I feast, I take the chance to open her pants and slide them down her legs in a hurry, along with her panties. I get down on my knees and lift my eyes to look at Charlotte deeply before going down on her wet pussy. The little cry the girl lets slip makes me smile, and I glide my tongue with even more force over her folds until I reach the swollen clit. By this point, Charlie has one hand gripping my hair hard and the other pressing against her own mouth, trying to control the sounds of pleasure she wants to make.
I dig my fingers into the pale, soft thighs, forcing them to stay wide open for me, and her clit dances on my tongue, making her close her eyes and let her head fall back. I appreciate the sight as much as her reactions and her taste, but when I feel she's getting too close to coming, I stop everything and get to my feet.
Charlie whimpers and looks at me with indignation. When I start lowering my pants and boxers, though, all her complaining ceases and I watch her instinctively wet her lips. Fuck, I'd love that pretty little mouth around me right now, but I want her pussy so much more, and that's why I hurriedly put on the condom I took out of my pocket a minute before.
I hold her neck the way I've already learned she likes and brush my cock against her entrance, just to tease her a little more.
"Are you going to fuck me or keep stalling, player?" Charlie says, smiling provocatively. I return the smile and press my fingers harder into her skin.
"You look beautiful like this, begging to be fucked and making me wait." My answer makes her narrow her eyes.
"You're the one who dragged me in here, saying you hadn't stopped thinking about me since yesterday, sweetheart. I think you're needier than I am," she shoots back, and I stick out my tongue to lick the smug little pout forming on her lips before sinking into her all at once.
That makes her gasp and her eyes go wide.
"Fuck!" Charlie exclaims, looking at the joining of our bodies.
"Is this what you wanted, Char? Me to the hilt inside that tight pussy of yours?" I ask with my best cocky smile. Her chin lifts a bit and the girl pulls my face close to hers.
"Perfect, player. Now make me come," she whispers the order against my mouth, and like a good boy, I obey. I grab her waist and press her body to mine, finally starting to thrust hard.
When we find the perfect rhythm, I'm forced to cover Charlie's mouth and she mine, so the loud moans and cries don't escape. The idea of having someone out there hearing us turns me on even more and I get too close to coming.
I take her hand off my lips so I can speak:
"I need to watch you come on my cock, Char. Now. Before I lose my mind," I inform her, without losing the rhythm of my thrusts. I wind the pink hair around my left hand and pull it back, exposing her neck to me. I pinch a nipple hard and she bites her lips to hold in the noises, staring at me in desperation. "Come for me, baby. Come while you grind that hot ass."
My request seems to work, and I watch with fascination as her flushed face expresses the good sensations she's feeling. She only closes her eyes when she can't take it anymore, and the way she squeezes my cock around her lets me know a powerful orgasm has arrived. Unable to resist a second longer, I come, pressing our lips together and savoring it down to the last delicious shiver.
Fuck, it felt good. Would every time with her be like this?
I only stop kissing her when our breathing and our hearts beat a little slower. I stroke her nape gently while I look at her again.
"That was..." she starts, and I laugh.
"Kind of crazy, but good as fuck?" I finish, and Charlie nods in agreement, laughing too.
"Exactly. But I liked being able to check an item off my adventure list."
"You have a list?"
"It's not written in a little notepad where I go ticking things off," she says, pushing my chest lightly. I peel our bodies apart and help her down from the counter. "Just a mental list of things I see around and feel like doing at some point."
"Hmm... interesting. And was having sex on campus one of those?" I ask, extremely curious. The two of us start putting our clothes back in place in the meantime.
"Yes," she answers with a mischievous little smile, and I have to control myself not to ask how it's possible that Johnny never tried something like this with her. It would be a total mood-killer to bring up her ex right now, but I was dying to understand the extent of that guy's idiocy.
"And what else is on this mental list?" I go on with a question I want the answer to even more. The woman's smile widens. She's facing the mirror now, trying to tame her hair, and we trade looks through the reflection.
"You'd love to know, wouldn't you, player?"
"Of course. I'll even volunteer as tribute to make them happen," I assure her quickly, and she cracks up. I come closer and put my hands on her waist, squeezing it lightly.
"If you weren't a bad boy who got jealous of his friend and dragged me in here because of it, I'd tell you," she shoots back, and I catch myself hiding my face in the curve of her neck.
Caught red-handed.
