3.
The light of the fire in the fireplace adds a golden deep glow to the shadows in the small living room. It's late. The night outside their cabin is young. The wind flows through the forest and a curtain of rain hides the cabin from the rest of the world.
Everyone is asleep. But she is here. Bass is close. They are sharing a small couch while the rain beats against the windows. His hands are everywhere. They make slow trails over her back and caress her shoulders. His fingers brush against the skin of her neck while his mouth covers hers.
Charlie soaks up the way he is kissing her. When he slowly moves his fingers into her hair she can't stop a new moan that builds up inside of her. Charlie knows that Bass has heard her. She can feel it in the tension of his shoulders and in the way his breathing changes and becomes more heavy.
Her soft moan wakes up more want for her. Bass can't get enough of the way she feels against his body. He fucking loves the weight of her body against his. Her breasts feel soft and heavy against his chest, even with his shirt on. Her body is strong with soft lines and his mind keeps on forming the same images, filled with her moans and her wrapped around him.
Bass stops kissing her, his hand is wrapped around her cheek. His other hand is on her back. Her breasts are pressed against his chest. She looks into his eyes. And they both know where they will take this. His body is wide and hard and so close to hers. Bass knows they should stop this. But then he sees a change in the blue of her eyes and the way she is looking at him and his dick responds to her. He swallows.
Charlie knows she has got his attention. It is impossible to look away from him. She is soaking up the way he looks at her. It's new and powerful. The way he can't look away from her flows through her body.
A soft smile plays with her lips. She waits. The hungry blue of his eyes almost overwhelms her. Without looking away from him, she slowly moves her hand to her neck, and over her breasts and to the button of her jeans. She feels a rush of being seen and wanted that flows to her core and through her belly. She slowly moves her jeans and black panties over her hips. Bass demands her close again while his fingers slowly move over the soft skin of her thigh. He kisses her again. She helps him move his jeans over his wide thighs. He doesn't stop her. Her fingers brush his thighs. A low grunt forms in the back of his throat. She can feel his grunt inside of her. She is still wearing her tank and bra. He is still wearing his shirt. He helps her find her place on his lap when she straddles him again. Bass can feel her wet heat radiate towards where he fucking craves her the most. Charlie slowly moves over his deep blonde curls and his cock that feels strong and wide between her thighs.
'Fuck… Charlie…' Bass groans while her eyes connect with his. She is so fucking wet for him that he almost explodes.
Hearing her own name in a low, rough curse makes her lose herself in him even more. Seeing his hunger for her written in his eyes makes her discover a new rush of want and feeling desired.
With a hungry growl Bass fills her. He watches how she closes her eyes. Her hands are searching for his chest. And he can't look away. She is beautiful as hell. Her hands move through his hair, his arms move around her. Every time he pulls her closer, she can feel him deeper inside of her. He watches how she slowly loses herself in the rhythm of his thrusts.
'Don't stop..' Her eyes are still closed and her words escape from her lips before she can stop them. His thighs are wide and strong against her legs and she can feel the strength of his muscles against her skin every time he fills her again.
Her whisper in the quiet warmth in front of the fireplace surprises him. He is not used to her asking him for anything. He wants to say something smug but she is too damn beautiful. He keeps on giving her what she is asking him for with her eyes until she comes in strong waves around him.
She comes around him and his chest close. It is so intense that she almost flows into a space where her body melts into his and her thoughts flow in waves around the sound of his and her breathing. But his low whispers in her hair and the way he holds her pull her back to him.
He holds her. He watches her. Her eyes are searching for his in a way he has never seen before. Hell, he wants her. He wants her so fucking bad that he can't control himself anymore.
'Dammit.' His curse fills the space between them. He can't fuck her the way he wants to fuck her, here on this small couch in a living room where they could be interrupted. He wants her all for himself. He wants her under him, in a damn bed, hidden in the cover of the darkness of the night.
Charlie looks at him with a question in her eyes.
'Come on…' His voice is deep and filled with knowing what he wants. It sends a shiver through her body. She can feel his heartbeat against her skin. He helps her move her legs around him before he carries her to his room on the other side of the small cabin.
When he closes the door of his room behind them with her still wrapped around him, Charlie feels the shift inside of him. His eyes are more hungry when they search for hers. It reminds her of the focus she finds in there when he fights. Bass slowly walks them to the bed. Charlie feels the soft pressure of the mattress under her when he slowly moves her onto the bed. He doesn't talk. He doesn't kiss her. He just looks at her with a hunger that makes her swallow. His body is wide and tall and his hand moves to her thigh to tell her exactly what he is going to do. He never looks away. His first thrust in the dark bedroom is strong and powerful, just like the steel blue in his eyes. She lets out a deep moan. He silences her with a deep, rough kiss.
It's still raining. She is still wrapped around him. His arm feels heavy around her body, but it's a good, sheltered and warm kind of heavy. The two of them in a small bed in the dark had been intense and fast and rough and quick. Feeling him come had been so intense that she can still hear the echo of his deep grunt in the dark.
They don't talk. His body is close to hers. He kisses her again. She takes of his shirt. She kisses his shoulders. Her fingers follow the lines of his body. He takes of her tank and slowly and skillfully opens her bra with his mouth still on hers. She wants to tell him he is being a smug asshole when he grins against her mouth when he feels her moan. He kisses her before she can tell him he is a smug asshole. He kisses her over and over again. He claims her with his mouth and tongue before he fills her again.
It's late. Or early. She is not sure. She feels sleepy and relaxed. His skin is warm against hers. The room around them is dark. They are listening to the rain. His fingers lazily move over her body.
'You can't fall asleep here Charlotte…' His voice sounds hoarse. The scent of her skin is close. Fuck. He wishes she could. It's cold outside. The wind is still howling around the house. He wants to hold her and fall asleep with her wrapped around him. He wants to wake her up so he can make her come again.
'Why not…' Her voice sounds sleepy, her breath is close to his chest. She is too close to deep relaxed sleep to lift her head.
'Because Miles will kill me when he finds you here in my bed..'
'Yeah, so?'
Bass can feel her smile against his chest. He curses inside his head but at the same time a huge grin appears on his face. Fuck. He likes this about her. She is never afraid to tell him exactly what she thinks. He pulls her closer.
Charlie knows Bass is right. But his body is hard and warmth against hers in the middle of a night filled with rain and wind. The matrass is soft. His hands demanding her close and that keep on exploring every part of her, is a new kind of good she is not willing to part with. But she knows that for now, she has to go.
She lets him kiss her again until she slowly untangles herself from him. When she finally gets out of the bed, his hand brushes against her leg. She puts on her tank and panties and grabs her jeans. Her eyes meet his when she walks out of the room.
She is about to walk into her room when he is suddenly standing right behind her. She turns around and her eyes meet his.
'What?' She frowns, her voice barely a whisper in the darkness of the hallway.
The last light of the fire in the fireplace in the living room flows through the hallway before it finds his face. She can see a deep intensity in his eyes. He doesn't answer her. He just moves his fingers under her chin and his mouth over hers.
'Goodnight Charlotte..' His voice is deep warmth against her lips before he lets her go.
When he walks back to his room she moves under the covers of the empty bed. The cabin is quiet, the forest filled with wind. She can still taste him on her lips. She falls asleep with his scent close and the sound of rain against her window.
Author's Note: I know it has been a while since I updated. Life is hectic but please know how much I love writing. I still love working on all my stories and it is so much fun to return to this story! Thank you so much for all your reviews and follows, I really appreciate them. Love from Love