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“Fuck, Charlee,” I groan when I feel just how soaked she is. How perfectly she hugs me. “You’re killing me.”
She tilts her hips in response, and my vision goes black.
I start to move lazily over her. If I take her rough, I’m not giving myself more than two pumps before I spill my release inside her. Especially not when her lips open wider and wider with each of my thrusts like it’s just a matter of time before she cries out my name, and, god, when she does, I’ll topple right behind her.
So I keep my unhurried pace, my hands on each side of her waist, and marvel at the sight of her beneath me, at her body colored with warmth and passion, at her breasts bouncing in harmony with the tempo of my hips.
Because I have apparently no sense of self-preservation and am greedy as fuck when it comes to her, I bend down and suck her nipple into my mouth, giving her just enough pressure that she arches her back and lets out a sound that makes me feral for more.
The latch on my control pops.
I’m so close.
My pace increases, and the muscles in my lower abdomen strain as I force myself to hold back the rising tide threatening to spill over.
Not yet.
“Yes, oh my god. Just like that,” Charlee hiccups as her hands fly to my arms, her nails digging into my flesh.
My head falls forward, and my gaze is drawn to where I slide so perfectly in and out of her.
“Fuck.”
“Do it, Oli. Fill me up, please.”
God, she’s going to make me come from those words alone.
I grunt. I can’t finish without her. I need to get her there.
In one desperate movement, I circle her waist with one arm and lift her upright against my chest, her legs straddling me as I drive my hips up in long, hard pumps. She yelps and grips my shoulders, leaving crescent moons there too.
Jesus, this goddamn woman.
She can mark me anywhere she wants, however hard she wants. I’ve been hers for years already, way before her body, her scent, her touch were all over me.
I palm her breast and lower my mouth, sucking hard, while I push into her until my cock hits that spot deep inside her.
I keep up the pace and hold her upright as best as I can as her legs clamp around my thighs and her pussy tightens its hold on my cock.
“Right . . . there,” she gasps, tilting her head back. “Yes, yes.”
Her hips buck and her whole body tenses, and I hold her firmly seated on my cock as she flies over the edge and drags me down with her. There’s no holding back the surge coiling at the base of my spine. It rises through me, hot and thick, and spills into her, wave after wave, her name on my lips like a desperate plea as we ride out our orgasms together.
“Oh god.” I release a breathy laugh, and she hums as if there’s nothing else to say that can explain the life-altering experience we just shared.
I don’t know how long we stay like this, how long I stay buried in her warmth, her legs folded around my waist while her fingers thread through my hair. But at some point, she pulls back gently, and I see the tenderness sweeping her features as she whispers, “You’re the place I love to be the most too,” then kisses the unspoken promise onto my lips.
Chapter Thirty
BIG TIME
A MONTH LATER
Charlee
It’s been a month. A month of not being able to get enough of each other. A month spent discovering and rediscovering each other in the most intimate and profound ways, talking plans for the future and having dinner with his friends, who are now my friends too. Especially Lola, now that she has warmed up to me. Or maybe she was just testing me at first to see if I was worthy of her best friend. To be honest, I’m still not convinced I am. How can I live up to the sacrifice he made for me? How can I make it up to him? I’ve spent the last month going over every option, any option, to get his family legacy back, and I might have found a solution. But it’s a long shot.
A month that flew by in a whirlwind.
