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“Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” she says, and the speed with which she replied makes my heart swell.
“Take me out, sweetheart.”
Her breathing picks up as her fingers hook into my boxers and push them down, letting my erection pop free. She’s felt me against her, but her eyes still linger in surprise on what is entirely hers, and I can’t help but grin.
My gaze drops to her leggings. “My turn now, okay?”
“Okay,” she says in one breath.
I help her lie back, then pull her leggings down her thighs, her knees, her calves, until they’re completely off, and fling them to the floor. My eyes trip on where her underwear should have been and where, instead, I stare at her bare pussy.
“You’re not wearing underwear?” The words come out strangled, tight.
Charlee looks at me, amused. “Going commando with leggings isn’t unheard of. It’s more comfortable like that, especially when I’m just lounging around the house.”
“Are you telling me this will be a regular thing?”
Her skin turns a shade of pink darker. “Yes.”
I hum, pressing my fingers deeper into the flesh of her thighs. “I hope you don’t mind being bothered, then. I won’t get much done if I see you in those.”
Her breath hitches. “Bother me as many times as you want.”
“I’ll start now, if you don’t mind.” I drop a kiss on her collarbone, taking a long whiff of her scent. Grabbing the edges of her sweater, I peel it off, and it soon joins her leggings on the floor.
“Absolutely stunning,” I say as my lips trace the edge of the fabric of her bra. I unclasp it to reveal her perky breasts. “I want you to lie down on your back, face over there.” I point to the edge of the bed.
While she moves into position, I quickly remove the rest of my clothes and pick up her magic wand. Just the idea of using it on her makes me impossibly hard and gratifies something inside me far more than my own pleasure ever could. Something different, a kind of pride in knowing that I’ll be the one who gives her the release she needs. Of drawing it out of her.
“Like this?” she asks me, her head dangling slightly off the mattress.
I curl my fist around my throbbing length at the sight awaiting me: her back is arched up from the bed, her pointy breasts ready to be consumed, her beautiful, toned legs bent at the knees, and between them, her center already glistening with her arousal.
“You’re perfect,” I murmur as I come to stand above her.
Her gaze brimming with mischief, she flicks her tongue out and licks my balls, and the world explodes around me. It’s all too much. One lick, and I’m fighting the urge to come on her beautiful face.
Fuck, this is going to be tough.
“I’ll give you one minute, Charlee. One minute to do anything you want to me, and then I’ll bury myself deep inside you and never come out. Are we on the same page?”
“One minute,” she nods, grinning. “Start the timer.”
I turn on the vibrator, the sound thrumming softly between us. The faith she puts in me is enough to make a man blind with lust. “Open up for me, sweetheart.”
I don’t know what it is, but she unleashes my filthiest, most primal instincts, and all I want to do is make a proper mess of her.
She wets her lips before parting them, and slowly, I slide into her warmth, groaning when she seals her lips around me and her tongue swirls around my tip. She hums, and the sound drives me out of my skin. All the muscles in my body strain from the effort not to spill into her mouth as she takes her time and draws me in deeper, inch by inch.
My head drops between my shoulders. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
In a split second of lucidity, I remember the magic wand in my hand, and with what little willpower I have left, I place the vibrator on her already engorged clit while my free hand cups her breast and pinches her nipple tight enough to pull a whimper from her lips. The sound reverberates through my cock. Without thinking, I sink deeper. Her hands find purchase on my ass as she digs her nails into my skin and holds me in place, showing me just how much she likes it when I fuck her mouth hard and fast.
“Thirty seconds,” I pant, the tension already coiling down my spine as I circle the toy along her slit. Her legs start to clench together, but my hand comes flat against her inner thigh, keeping them wide open. “I want to watch when you come, sweetheart. Let me see.”
Her thighs go obediently slack against my palms, and my heart threatens to give out.
