Chapter 10
Disclaimer: This is what y'all have been waiting for…juicy lemon time!
My breath halted.
"You-you-what?" I asked, astonished.
"You heard me. I didn't want to hurt you after Cameron-"
"Oh, Charlie! I thought that- I thought that you had lost interest in me after that night."
His eyebrows shot up, eyes wide.
"Lost interest in you? Lost interest? Jesus Christ, I don't say I love you to every girl I meet on the street!"
Charlie clenched his fists and quirked his lips into a snarl.
All of this raw emotion bubbling inside of him finally seemed to be coming out. I didn't know what to think, so I didn't.
"Do you know how much I want you, Mary? How tempted I was to touch you and watch you from the other side of this room? Do you know how beautiful you look when you sleep and how you've cast a spell on me? Do you know how much I love you?"
He gazed imploringly into my eyes and slowly backed me against the bed.
I felt his breath tickly my cheeks as I gasped, clutching his shaking shoulders.
"Yes, Charlie, I do. I love you so much, you'll never know-"
I didn't have time to finish my confession for Charlie crashed his lips onto mine, hauling my limp body towards his solid one. He tasted tangy and cool, like peppermint and the outdoors and undeniably male. He coaxed my mouth open, his velvety tongue intertwining with mine. My head fell back and he caught it, holding me by the nape of my neck.
Passion absorbed us and I found myself hungrily biting his bottom lip, wanting to get intoxicated by his taste, his touch. He groaned and split us apart, roughly tugging my hair aside to expose my neck. A light birthmark was revealed and he smirked. He proceeded to make a path of kisses from the corner of my mouth, down my jaw, and across the soft flesh of my neck. He brushed his nose against the curve of my shoulder and I shuddered, unsure of where to put my hands.
"In my hair," he murmured gruffly between kissing my neck and jaw.
He bit the flesh between my collar bones and I bucked against him, thrashing and biting my lip from crying out.
He chuckled softly.
"Eager, are we?"
I glowered at him as I began to unbutton his shirt. Just as I brushed the tips of my fingers against his chest, he wrenched his hand into mine and stopped me.
He was breathing deeply, eyes melting from the overpowering heat of our lust.
"Do you want this?" he murmured darkly, tucking a piece of my hair behind the shell of my ear.
I thought for a moment.
Charlie would be my first and with great hope, my only. I wanted this, the feeling his searing flesh against mine, the touch of his hand on my breast, his fingers on me and his mouth in me. I moaned softly at the thought.
Slowly, I nodded and cried softly, "yes."
It was my plea, my creed.
He nodded before placing his mouth back onto my skin. And I became drunk again, craving the motion of his tongue against my flushed flesh and his fingers deep inside me.
I wiggled my hips against him and he growled.
"I want you," I blurted out, shoving his shirt off and throwing it across the room.
"Oh, you'll have me, love," he tugged my blouse off, grinning at the imprint of my nipples against my bra.
"My, my, someone is excited," he muttered lustily before kneading me, my breasts rising and falling rapidly from his exertions.
I came to the realization that my hands were stroking across his abdomen, his beautiful pale chest that adorned many a red lightning bolt. He was toned and slim, his arms sculpted and etched with veins and muscle. I shivered against him and pressed my fingers into his shoulders as he unhooked my bra, watching the sight of my breasts be revealed beneath his gaze. When my breasts were bared, he stared, eyes flashing and then darkening, taking in my pert, pink nipples and flushed skin.
"You're beautiful," he murmured, locking eyes with me.
I turned away in embarrassment.
"Look at me," he said softly, turning my chin to meet his eyes.
His eyes burned into mine and I shuddered under his roaming gaze, longing for his hands to be where his eyes were looking. He cupped my breasts, filling his palms to the brim, feeling the weight of my forbidden fruit and I groaned as his callused fingers grazed the sides of my breasts, outlining every curve and indentation. He flicked a thumb against my nipple and I cried out in ecstasy.
He took my nipple into his warm mouth, prodding gently with his tongue. My hips bucked again, my nails clawing into his back. He hummed against me pleasurably, taking his way to my other nipple as he ran his thumb across the one he'd just lavished.
"Oh, Charlie," I moaned, my voice quivering.
He trailed his lips across my waist, running his tongue across my hips, nipping softly at the bone. I tried to wriggle away but he held me in place, running his devilish mouth on me mercilessly.
"Oh, please," I wailed.
He chuckled against my hip bone, creating shivers to tremor my body.
My hands found the way to his hair, fingertips grazing his scalp, his fingers trailing up and down my legs. He moved his face to my inner thigh, nipping and sucking and licking, well aware of the pleasure he was causing me.
"Charlie, please," I squirmed under him.
He smirked and raised his head,
"Please, what?" he asked sweetly.
"I want you."
"What do you want?"
"You."
"What about me?"
I gasped as he blew across my crotch.
"I want your fingers inside of me."
He smacked my bottom, reveling in my gasp.
"Good girl."
He unbuckled my shoes and unhooked my stockings, rolling them down my legs. As each new spot of skin was revealed, he kissed it and ran his tongue against the insides of my legs. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. Charlie pulled down my girdle and peeled off my panties, noticing the damp spot seeping through.
"Well, someone's excited," he said softly against my thigh.
I felt his fingers lift off my skin and I became angry.
"Charlie Dalton, stop-"
He ran his finger against the slit of my flower. I moaned and clutched his head.
"You want me to stop this? Alright, if you insist-"
"No!" I shoved his head back towards my crotch.
He wiggled his finger into me, moaning at my softness.
"You're so wet," he groaned as he began to circle his thumb over my clit, "and so tight."
"Don't stop, please, don't stop," I breathed, fisting the sheets of my bed.
He slipped a second finger in, increasing the pace of his thumb, pressing against my sweet bud. I wailed and thrashed about, aching for release. I felt the wall of my sex convulse around his fingers. I cried out his name, once, twice, before sinking into bliss, my eyes closing, head pressing into the pillow.
I heard him take a shaky breath before he pulled his fingers out of me.
"Look at me, Mary," his voice was soft yet commanding.
I struggled to open my eyes but when I did, I saw Charlie licking the tips of his fingers, eyes darkening in lust once more.
"You taste so good," he murmured, eyes never leaving mine.
I moaned and before I could protest, he placed my legs over his shoulders and pressed his tongue against my sex. I cried out, squirming and fighting against the overpowering pleasure he gave me. He flicked my clit with his tongue and I felt myself slowly breaking. His tongue slammed into me again and again, the rubbing of his cheek on my thighs and his sweet breath on my flower overpowering me. I shook violently and collapsed underneath his gentle iron grip. I screamed his name as I held his head against my searing core. When I grew quieter and stilled, he rose to meet my eye, sweet juice dribbling down his chin and covering his red mouth. Inwardly, I felt myself tingle.
"I want you, Charlie," I murmured, reaching for his belt buckle.
"I can't promise I'll be gentle," he muttered hoarsely, lapping up the remains of my juices.
"I don't care. I want you in me. Now."
I moaned as I tugged his trousers and briefs down in one swift motion.
His erection sprung out and I gasped.
He was…well-endowed, to say the least.
Our eyes locked and I squirmed, both from anticipation and slight anxiety.
"Don't worry," he whispered.
He crawled on top of me, letting me get accustomed to his weight on me and I shuddered as I felt his cock press against my abdomen.
"Lie back," he coaxed, resting himself between my thighs.
He spread my legs wide to give him better access and the paused, adding, "It might hurt, Mary."
I gazed into his eyes, his beautiful, stormy eyes. And I knew that it would be worth it.
I nodded, acknowledging this, accepting it before he slammed into me in one fluid motion, only stilling after he gave a loud groan.
I shut my eyes tightly as I felt the corner prick with tears. A dull pain shot through my core and I gripped Charlie's shoulder tightly until it passed. He wiped my damp tears away and kissed me softly, holding me close.
"Are you okay?" he whispered against my ear.
"Yes," I whispered back.
He rose above me and moved slowly, his hips brushing against mine.
"Oh, Mary," he groaned, sweat glistening on his forehead.
I clutched his back as I moved with him, meeting each and every one of his thrusts.
"Oh, fuck," he grunted, muttering incoherently as he bit my collarbone.
I cried out as he slammed into me again and again, causing the bed to rock.
A slow warmth spread through me, reaching my fingertips and toes.
"I'm-so-close," I cried, grasping his hips desperately.
He moaned audibly, thrusting into me, filling me wholly and completely. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pounded into me.
"Oh, Charlie!" I moaned, feeling my sex milk his majestic cock.
I shattered into pieces around his manhood, climaxing violently and sobbing my release loudly.
He hissed under his breath, clutching me closer.
I saw a tremor run through his back and I knew he was close.
"Oh, Mary," he groaned, burying his face into the crook of my neck, taking my scent in, taking all of me in, as he spilled himself into me, laying in a pile of passion and raw pleasure; we held each other softly and we remained like that, unmoving and unyielding through the whole night.