He moves to get up, easily picking me up in the process. He cradles me to his chest and carries me down the short hall to my bedroom. He kisses me again before setting me down at the edge of my bed. He slowly peels his shirt off over his head, smirking at me as he tosses it aside. He reaches for me again, pulling me flush against him and claims my lips in a passionate kiss. Our bodies mold perfectly together as I eagerly respond to him.
My body feels like it’s on fire and only he can quench the flames. He touches me everywhere he can reach, along my sides, my hips, my buttocks. My hands roam over his shoulders, marveling at his strength. His lips trail from my mouth to my jaw, then down the column of my throat. “Charlie,” I gasp, my head falling back to give him better access, “Oh god.”
He groans against my skin, sending a wave of heat to my core. My fingers find their way into his hair. I tug to get him to return to kissing me. He greedily obliges me with a heady kiss full of promises of desire and passion, while his hands continue to roam over my body, learning my every curve, everywhere I’m sensitive. I feel him bunching my dress in his hands and I raise my arms so he can pull it off over my head. I feel him toss it aside as he looks at my body clad only in my bra and panties.
His hands on my waist, he tugs me close to him again for another kiss, this one softer. His hands move lower, hooking under the waistband of my panties and pulling them down over my hips and thighs. They drop to my ankles allowing me to step out of them. He lifts me effortlessly to set me on the edge of my bed, and steps between my legs.
Charlie’s fingers trail up my thighs, inching closer and closer to my core. He watches me for every reaction, every inhale as he teases me with his touch. When his knuckles graze the inside of my upper thigh, I gasp. He’s so close to where I want him. His fingers trace along my slick folds and my hips twitch involuntarily. My skin flushes under his gaze. He leans in, his breath warm against my ear. “You’re already so wet for me.”
“Charlie…”I moan, but my words stutter to a halt as he slides a finger inside my waiting warm. He adds a second, curling them just right. My head falls back as he works his fingers slowly, to build me up. I grip his shoulders to anchor myself in reality, my nails scoring his skin. He watches me, eyes dark with hunger. I see the muscles of his jaw ticking as he pumps his fingers with skill to draw out every moan and whimper from me.
“Look at me,” he tells me, his voice thick with need. “I want to see you come apart for me.”
My breath quickens, my body trembling as he pushes me closer and closer to the edge. I feel the heat pooling in my core, my abdomen tightening. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist, seeking more contact with him, pulling him ever closer, almost desperate with want, but he holds himself back, earning a deep whine of frustration. He laughs and removes his fingers leaving me feeling empty. But I see he’s not done with me yet. He releases the button on his pants and slides down the zipper, pulling free his hard cock. I bite my bottom lip as my desire heightens. I can feel the slick of my pussy ready to welcome him into myself.
He grabs my hips, positioning himself at my entrance. He slides into me slowly, inch by inch, stretching me delightfully. A moan escapes me as he fills me completely. He fits me perfectly, I think. He pauses his movement, his hands gripping my hips. I see the tension in his face as he fights to keep control. “Lyra,” he groans, “so tight, perfect.” Then he begins to move, slowly at first, every thrust deliberate and deep. He’s hitting places inside me that make my toes curl. My every nerve is alight with basic, raw want. I am on fire as he stokes the passage to my desire. I cling to him. His pace increases. The sound of skiing slapping skin fills my small room. My nails scratch along his back. “Charlie,” I whimper, “please.” My hips tilt of their own accord. He smirks against my neck, nipping it at my pulse point, and his fingers find my clit, his movements never faltering. My pleasure builds under his ministrations.
“That’s it,” his voice is low and husky, “let me hear you, love.”
His words barely register, everything coiling tighter and tighter as I meet him thrust for thrust. He leans down, capturing my lips in a searing kiss as he pumps into my harder, faster. The rhythm of his cock sliding in and out, the pressure of his thumb on my clit, the spring inside me impossibly tight. I’m so close. “Come for me, Lyra,” he commands, angling his hips just right to tip me over the edge.
I cry out, my body convulsing as my orgasm tears through me. Wave after wave crashes over me, my walls squeezing around him, pulling him even deeper. He lets out a curse, thrusting once, twice more, before spilling himself inside me with a gruff, guttural growl.
Neither of us move, our breaths heavy from exertion, our bodies slick with sweat and tangled together. He pulls me closer, resting his forehead against mine. I feel his racing heartbeat and know it matches my own.
