Page 40 of Stolen Salvation

His lips grazed her neck and she sighed. “You know my mum was an alcoholic.”

“Yes.” He hadn’t been expecting this diversion.

“Well, let’s just say she wasn’t exactly prim and proper. She’d often talk and laugh about her bodily functions with the men she let in the house and try and embarrass me with it. She’d take great pride in doing it when she was sober enough to go to a school parent’s evening and I guess it made me the other way.”

“I’m sorry, Charlie. I hate that you went through what you did as a kid. Nobody should have to be responsible for a parent like you were.” Charlie shrugged as he held her, wishing he could erase her past pain. “How come you never told me about that before?”

“You never asked.”

You never asked. Such simple words, but they gutted him with their honesty and innocence. He hadn’t asked and he wondered how many other things she hadn’t told him or that he hadn’t bothered to ask about. “I’m sorry, Charlie. I let you down.”

She pulled away to look up at him and he wondered how he’d lived the last few years without her. Charlie was his everything. She had been since the day he’d met her and sensed a kindred spirit.

“No, you didn’t. You know I hate talking about that time in my life.”

“I know, but I can’t help thinking we both should have been a bit more forthcoming about things.”

“You mean instead of hitting the sheets every chance we got?”

A sexy twinkle in her eye had his lips tipping up as he let his hands rest on the top of her ass. “Oh no, that was imperative.”

“Imperative, huh?”

“Absolutely.”

Leaning in he kissed her slowly, her mouth opened for him as he swept his tongue in and claimed her. It was slow and relaxed, the heat burning just below the surface as he angled her head controlling the kiss. A whimper escaped her throat and he swallowed down the sound of her pleasure.

“I missed this, Charl.”

“I missed you.”

Fire danced in her eyes as she traced her hands over his chest making him shiver. His dick, already hard from the kiss, was like steel in his denim jeans. He captured her bottom lip with his teeth and she whimpered, pressing against him, her nipples begging for his touch.

“I want you, Noah.”

His growl escaped his throat as he lifted her, wrapping her legs around his hips and walked them towards the stairs. Her fingers in his hair made him shudder as she kissed his neck. His fingers dug into her ass, the globes the perfect size for his grip.

Laying her down on the bed, he took her arms and placed them above her head, watching her eyes go from blue to that hazy green colour he loved so much. Toeing off his boots, he unbuttoned his shirt and shucked it off his shoulders as Charlie shimmied her dress over her head leaving her in nothing but a tiny pink G-string and a lace half-cup bra. Her nipples were poking through the fine lace and begging for his touch.

Releasing the button on his jeans, he let them fall down his legs as he gripped his cock through his boxer briefs to try and stave off the excitement and causing an embarrassing scene.

“Touch yourself, Charlie.”

Her eyes on his dick she slid her hand down over her breasts, her fingers pulling and rolling the tight peaks, making his dick weep pre-cum. Losing the boxers he wore, he gripped the base of his cock and stroked slowly as she watched, her lips puffy from his kiss, open now as her chest heaved.

“Show me that sweet pussy, Charlie.”

Her hand left her breast and wandered over her flat belly to the edge of lace which hid the last of her from his sight. Her legs hung off the bed as she inched her hand in slowly, teasing him. He loved watching his girl pleasure herself, but he was impatient to taste her again after so long. The last time had been a quick fuck to relieve the tension between them. This would be him showing her with his body what he couldn’t say in words.

Her fingers circled the nub of her clit, and she arched her back in pleasure, a moan escaping her sweet mouth.

“Fuck me, that’s hot.”

A dirty laugh fell from her lips. “I think that’s my line, Noah.”

A groan forced its way up his throat as he fell to his knees between her lush thighs and inhaled her scent as he ripped her hand away and fell on her like a starving man. Tearing the thong from her body, he planted his face in her pussy and devoured her. The tangy taste on his tongue almost made him come before he could wring one climax from her.

As she writhed against the sheets, one hand in his hair, the other gripping the sheets, he lifted his eyes to see her watching him and what he saw made his heart soar. Open vulnerability and trust were etched on her beautiful face.