Taking Charlie by the hand, interlocking their fingers, he all but drug them to the bed in anticipation of the many, many laps she promised.
He already fucked her hard and fast, now he wanted to slow down and get to know every single inch of her. From the inside out.
When her knees hit the bed, she fell back, his body immediately covering hers as their lips met in the middle.
Charlie tried to flip them so that she was on top, but Bass shoved her further into the mattress, using his body weight against her. Muttering against her lips, he smiled, nipping at her lower lip, "next time I promise. This time I want to taste you."
The words effortlessly gliding from his lips, smooth as butter, turned Charlie into a puddle as her pussy throbbed in anticipation. A shudder ran through her veins, goosebumps covering every surface of her exposed body as he slid down until his hot breath fanned across her wet pussy, creating more moisture mixed with his steamy pant.
"Mmm, so beautiful, so wet," he softly murmured to himself, but Charlie could hear the words, a blush creeping across her cheeks.
He glanced up just in time to see the color fading from her cheeks, "don't tell me you've suddenly turned shy now."
Grinning, a retort fell dead upon her lips, as she drew them together in a tight line as soon as his tongue licked the length of her slit, stopping in the middle to roughly delve into her gleaming folds.
"Fuck," her hands slid across the cotton bedspread, landing in his matted, unruly curls. She had to hold on to something, anything, as his nose brushed against her sensitive, still swollen sex.
Every sound she emitted, every shudder coursing over her body fueled his desire to take her to the brink of pleasure, just before pushing her over the edge in a sated bliss.
With long, rhythmic licks, Charlie's hips began desperately impaling his face until his arm locked them in place against the bed.
He smirked against her throbbing pussy lips when she groaned in frustration, not able to relieve herself.
"Hasn't anyone ever told you good things come to those who wait?"
His voice vibrated against her leg, sending another shot of lust straight to her core, "I don't think they were talking about that kind of 'come.'"
Chuckling, he placed a light kiss against the inside of her thigh, slowly inserting one finger into the depths of her drenched folds. There were no other coherent thoughts in Charlie's mind once he inserted two more fingers, stretching her to max.
He continued his onslaught for what felt like hours. He rotated between quick, fast thrusts of his fingers, sending her dangerously close to the edge before suddenly switching to long, deep plunges, reaching that sweet spot inside of her. Charlie was seeing stars, all thoughts muddled by the fog settling over her body as she could feel her orgasm speedily approaching.
Mewing in pleasure, she licked her lips, mouth going slack as a noisy moan leapt from her throat. Bass removed one finger, leaving the other two buried inside her, replacing the third one with his tongue so fast, she didn't have time to yell at him.
"Bass, Bass, fuck…oh shit…Bass," she hummed his name in a silent prayer, pushing as hard as she could against the arm holding her hips down.
Crooking his fingers, he reached places in Charlie she never even knew existed, and she wasn't a stranger to masturbation, or sex. As soon as he sucked hard on that particular bundle of nerves, her hands shot out to grip the bedspread between her fingertips as her legs wrapped around Bass' back in a vice grip.
Arching her upper body off the bed, her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she was seeing stars, "fuck, oh fuck."
She kept muttering those words over and over again as her orgasm ripped through her body. And if that wasn't enough, as she was riding out her last wave, she glanced down to see Bass gazing hungrily up at her as he lapped up every last bit.
Her head fell back against the pillow, legs quivering as he labored breath caused her chest to rise and fall rapidly. Peeking at him from her one open eye, a small smile spread across her face, "I'd knock that stupid, smug ass grin off your face but—"
"But you know I have a reason to be cocky, seeing as how you were all but fucking my face?"
She giggled lightly, "No, I'm just too thoroughly fucked to move."
Trailing his hand back down, he gently stroked her pussy when she bit her lip in order to stifle a moan, "basically the same thing I said."
Suddenly, she pulled his hand away, taking him by surprise when she flipped them so she was seated on top of him.
Roughly, she grabbed a fist full of his hair, bringing their mouths closer, until at the last minute she teasingly licked a long strip up the length of his neck.
Shifting her hips, she could feel him growing hard underneath her as she slowly rocked against him.
"No hands," she scolded when his hands shot out to anchor themselves on her hips, "this is my turn you said."
Relaxing back, he leaned on his elbows as he motioned for her to continue.
Raking her nails down his taunt muscular abdomen, she stopped right above his painfully hard erection. His hips jerked up, craving her touch when Charlie laughed, "Now who's eager."
"You're killing me here Charlie," he whined as her hand encircled his member, stroking him up and down.
Drops of pre-cum glistened in the light as Charlie swiped over it with her thumb, bringing the finger to her mouth. Bass' eyes never left hers, lust creating a cloud of haze over his eyes, watching as Charlie lowered her luscious lips to his dick, taking almost all of him inside the warmth of her mouth.
He tried so hard not to forcefully shove up into her, but as soon as her tongue swirled around his shaft, his hips flexed instinctively, bucking into her mouth.
"Shit…fuck Charlie," his body sagged against the bed, as his hands wove into her soft tresses. His tight grip, pulling at the strands of her hand made her wet, causing her to reach down, lightly stroking herself.
Restraining himself, he flexed his fingers, loosening his grip on her hair, watching as Charlie's delicate hand disappeared between her legs. At that, waves of pleasure racked his body at the thought of Charlie touching herself as she was sucking him dry.
Finally, when he was able to hold himself up again, he leaned back on his elbows, eyes going back to Charlie's perfectly beautiful, golden head of hair bobbing up and down. There was nothing more erotic than the sight of her lightly cupped his balls with one hand, giving them a firm squeeze, and the other hand pleasuring herself.
Her walls pulsated against her fingers, and as soon as her orgasm died down, she removed her hand, coating the base of his shaft with her juices.
He knew he wasn't going to be able to last much longer, she had a skillfully amazing set of lips, and one helluva wicked tongue on her. Plus she just fucked herself while never losing focus or concentration.
"I'm gonna cum—fuck…soon," he panted out every word, "so I—I suggest you move now."
She ignored everything he was saying, casting her eyes up underneath hooded lashes. Aggressively, she sucked hard as Bass exploded, hot cum sliding down the length of her throat.
He thought watching Charlie suck him off was hot? Nothing could compare to her drinking up every last drop of him, not once gagging or glancing away. The way her mouth moaned in satisfaction, still securely suctioned around his dick.
Tugging assertively at her hair, he crushed their mouths together, tasting himself on Charlie's lips. He brought her fingers, residue of cum still lingering, into his mouth one at a time, sucking them clean.
He shoved at her shoulders, trying to lay her against the bed, but her knees, placed on either side of his body, locked tight, refusing to budge.
Swiftly, she sank down on his rigid dick, both letting out deafening moans when he entered her for the second time that night. The first time her pussy was tight, almost too tight, but this time, it felt as though they belonged together. He fit snugly in her, like he was made for her.
She allowed him to propel forcefully up into her, and with every thrust, she vigorously pounded herself against his dick until she was almost bouncing up and down.
As her breasts began heaving, he caught one, swirling his tongue around her hardening nipple, as she threw her head back, arching into his mouth.
Reaching between them, he flicked at her clit, sending her over the edge as her walls clamped around his dick and she cried out his name. Her undulating hips, along with her throaty moan sent Bass over the edge, latching on to her thighs to brace for impact.
Charlie's body shook in pleasure, collapsing on top of him as soon as her orgasm was over. Her sweaty, sticky hair stuck to her face and neck as she pressed her cheek against his chest.
Pulling the blanket up around them, Bass moaned removing his limp dick from her slick folds, mindlessly hitting at things until the light beside the bed went off, leaving them with the soft glow of light radiating from outside.
Charlie's ragged breathing slowed down after a few minutes, as Bass ran his fingertips up and down her back, the feel putting her to sleep almost instantly. Until she fell asleep, she softly stroked his firm chest, hand going lifeless and breath evening out, alerting Bass she was asleep.
He fell asleep minutes after with a smile permanently plastered on his tired face. If he had known sex with her was this good, he wouldn't have turned her down the first time.
They laid there in bed, soundlessly sleeping, for what felt like minutes when Charlie heard her phone vibrating loudly on the floor of the kitchen, where she left her pants.
Begrudgingly, she removed Bass' arm from her chest, groaning as she moved to the edge of the bed. She was so fucking sore, but at least this time it was the good kind of sore.
Throwing a shirt on, she fumbled for her phone, hitting the answer button hurriedly to avoid waking him, but not before glancing at the time displaying vibrantly on the screen. Damn, it was already morning?
Bass was already semi awake, his body conscious hers was missing as soon as she moved a fraction of an inch out of his arms.
He could only hear her muffled, hushed voice, sending calm, reassuring words into the receiving end of the phone, "I'm fine, just got into a little scrape. No big deal."
Rubbing her temples, she looked down at the ground, not aware of Bass' gaze on her, "yes I realize…it's not as bad as she's making it out to be…okay I'll be home later."
"Yes. I love you too, annoying asshole," she mumbled the last part, clicking the phone shut as her eyes darted over to Bass' conscious form.
"Oh good you're awake, we can go check on my car now," practically skipping over to the bed, she kinked up one eyebrow when he glanced at her curiously.
"What?"
"Nothing," he smiled, shaking his head, "I'm just starting to think you fucked me so I'd fix your car."
She shrugged, "well I'm not going to turn down your expertise, in any form. Besides," she lowered her voice, bringing her mouth close to his ear, "it would be nice to ride something other than your cock."
On the last word, her tongue traced the shell of his ear, feeling Bass tremble, "you know considering that won't take me anywhere physically."
His hand sought out her hip, pulling her into his embrace, "mmm, on the contrary, I'd say riding my cock took you many, many places, but I'd be happy to refresh your memory."
"Mmm, tempting," she replied thoughtfully, "but first, can we go check on my car?"
Already retracting her limbs from his, she pulled on pants quickly, smiling when she heard him complain, "I can't believe I've getting cock blocked by a car."