Detour, or a blizzard in a white winter forest
Chapter four
Bass' back was still against the couch, his arm was still around Charlie, his mouth still covered hers. Their kiss was deep and slow at the same time, but the acceleration of their movements betrayed they needed more. Both of them.
When he let out a deep groan as a response to her mind blowing moan into his mouth, he was not sure if it was because of how much he wanted her or because his mind was yelling to him to stop this. Right now. But somehow her sweet taste, and the fact that her breasts were pressed against his chest, prevented him from any solid thinking.
Charlie was overwhelmed by the way he had woken up this deep hunger inside of her, that she had not even been aware of, it was there. This was new. Exciting. Wild. Deep. Whatever it was, she needed more of it.
She could taste the whiskey they had shared when her lips moved over his. She noticed his long arms around her body, and for a moment she wanted nothing more than press her body, and then certain parts of her body, to certain parts of his. Feel all of him. Her core, that one sensitive spot was already on fire.
From the moment she had been warm, and there had been an end to blinding snow and never ending cold outside the cabin, there had been something about him. The way his eyes were focussed on her, the way she could talk to him. The way his body was close, the cabin filled with a whole lot of him. The way she liked it when he accidently touched her, and the way she was making sure it could, and would, happen again.
She enjoyed the feel of the scruff of his beard against her own skin, and it was his touch, his scent, his scruff, the hardness of his body that only let the want for him grow. When she was sure the kiss would grow only wilder and deeper Bass slowed down and moved his mouth away from hers.
When she finally opened her eyes again, she met his.
'Charlie, I don't think this is a good idea.' It was a lie. Of course it was a lie. Because he thought it was one hell of a great idea. It was not a secret that he liked woman, woman in general, and he had his share of them. But he did not want to pressure her, take advantage of her. Not with Charlie, not with her.
Charlie looked at the small frown above his eyes, but she also saw the want in his eyes and body language. Liar. Bass Monroe was a lot of things, but he did a terrible job hiding what he thought, she noticed.
Her answer was simple. 'I disagree, Bass.' She kept her mouth close to his, her words so sure and yet filled with challenge.
Maybe it was the fact that the rest of the world out there was so far away, snow covering the world around them and letting them disappear into this warm and separate world of their own. The night was dark and silent snowflakes still fell from the sky. Maybe he was just being stupid.
Bass moved his hand to her waist, and let the other one move slowly towards her ass. They watched each other in silence. She let him pull her over and she ended up on his lap. He added more pressure on her ass, and Charlie loved the feel of his hand there. She let her hand roam over his chest. They both took their time, although both of them felt more need built up between them.
Her sweater had fallen of her shoulder again, and Bass finally gave in to her smooth skin and curves. He had been wanting to do just that the moment Charlie had walked into the room earlier. He started to kiss her shoulder. The feeling of his warm mouth and scruff of his beard on her skin made Charlie shiver and gave her goose bumps.
Charlie sensed that his hands were on the move again, this time they both disappeared under her sweater. Now she was so close to him, she could feel his hardness between her legs, still covered by his pants. All her inhibitions were melting under his touch, and she moved her hips slowly over his cock. Bass let out a groan. His hands cupped her breasts. She added more pressure, wanting to feel every part of him. Bass realised that his self control was gone. He moved his hands from her breasts and placed them on her ass again, only pressing her further onto his dick.
Fuck, he hated to do this, but he had to before they could move along.
'Charlie, do we need to use some kind of protection here?' he spoke in a slow and soft way.
Charlie kept still all of a sudden.
Fuck again. He really needed her to be okay, but the hated that one mood killing question.
'No, I already took care of that.' Her voice was serious, she liked this side of him, the way he took his responsibility. But so did she, and that meant, they could enjoy each other, without worries.
He nodded at her, and then she moved over to press her warm lips against that one spot on his neck that made him grunt her name.
From that moment, the rest of the world, and even the rest of the cabin did not matter anymore.
She rubbed himself over him while he removed her sweater. Bass opened his mouth at the sight of her breasts before him. He had her bra open in less than seconds, and when Charlie slid the straps slowly over her shoulders, he felt his dick twitch in his pants when he saw her firm breasts, the glow of the fire giving her skin a golden glow.
Charlie realised she did not feel shy or aware of what he thought. His intense blue eyes told her everything.
Bass explored her breasts, while she started to remove his own sweater. She let out a small gasp at the way he was build when his hands where somewhere still over his head. He was strong, broad and all she wanted to do was grab on to his shoulders and feel him inside. Images of that exact moment flooded her, while her core became even more wet.
Bass moved her away from his lap and placed her gently on her back. Their fingers played with each other, entangled for a moment. The rug was soft against her shoulders, back and legs. He started working on her pants and without taking his eyes away from her, he removed them. He started to kiss her long legs, and her stomach. When he finally let his hands go towards the place Charlie wanted them more than she could tell him right now, she could not help herself anymore.
'Bass...' her voice was soft and filled with desire.
She watched how his upper lip curled into a small grin. Charlie basically telling him to get her out of her sexy as hell black panties made his dick throb. He moved one of his fingers under her panties and touched her soft curls. Holy hell. He felt her warmth radiating through the fabric and when he let his hand roam over her clit, only panties separating her from him, he felt how soaked she already was.
With one smooth movement he finally let the panties glide over her legs. He only moved his hands away from her to get rid of his own pants and boxers. He moved back between her legs again while he slowly started to rub her again, earning him more pants and moans from her.
He quickly decided how damn addictive they were and he decided he needed more.
Charlie moved her upper body to him, so they sat in front of each other in front of the fire. Bass kneeled down between her legs. She started to tease him, touching his upper legs and touching his balls for even less than a second. He growled at the sudden contact and had difficulties remembering his own name right now.
She had her hand wrapped around his cock in a loose and almost lazy way. That quickly changed when she started to massage his cock with firm movements.
She saw his large erection in her own hand. The way it looked between his muscular legs made her pant. He was amazing. The feel of his hardness between her fingers intoxicating.
Bass moved his arm around her waist, pulling her close to him, so his cock disappeared somewhere between her legs and ended up against her soft wet skin. Fuck. At the same moment he moved them both back to the rug and towered over Charlie.
She placed her legs around him as a final yes to what would happen next.
When he slid into her, Charlie grabbed his shoulders to hold on to anything, her fingers deep in his skin. When Bass felt her stretching around her, so damn tight and so damn wet, his mind only told him to get lost in her. He started to thrust into her, and both of them only needed more from the other. Bass eyes were intensely locked with hers, and it was this intense gaze, like she was the only thing left on the world, that made her body tense up for what was going to happen.
Before her orgasm hit her, she arched her whole body towards him. She wanted to feel every inch of him, when Bass drove into her one more time. That long thrust inside of her, made her moan one more time. His name filled the roam, before she even realised it. It felt so incredibly good to come all around him, to let herself go completely.
It was the last thing Bass could take. He pumped into a couple of more times, losing the control over the rhythm before he grunted her name in last explosion of need, want and release.
When his forehead ended up against her breasts, they were both panting and sated.
He ended up next to her on the rug.
'Well, that is one way to keep warm,' Charlie said, teasing him, when she was finally able to talk again.
The only thing Bass could do was let out a deep laugh.
7:30:am
'Good morning,' his voice was hoarse when he kissed the sensitive skin right under her ear.
Charlie opened her eyes slowly, the room was filled with a faint hint of the first white pastel early morning light. Morning was not far away anymore. After she had fallen asleep, and she could not remember anymore how she got on the couch again, she had somehow ended up firmly in his arms again. Her back pulled against his chest, while he was behind her with his tall body.
Somehow they had ended up exactly where they had been last night. Together on a couch. Warm. Well, remembering everything they had done, not exactly the same.
Part of his arm, softly nudged her breasts while he moved it a little it firmly around her. Oh yeah, this man knew exactly what he was doing.
She loved it.
The plaid around them kept them warm, and she could sense the scent of their intimate passionate moments, the scent of sleep and her hair and his spicy scent and sweat all so close.
'Morning,' Charlie said softly, while she made herself comfortable in his arms. His fingers had begun to slowly caress the skin of her arm. While she woke up, she could feel every part of him, naked, skin against skin.
'Want some breakfast?' Bass asked. He had woken up just before her. After he came, they both moved closer and she had fallen asleep against him. He slowly had moved her from the rug and into his arms. He had joined her on the couch and had fallen asleep with her close.
When she turned around in his arms she could see that his eyes were asking her something completely different. And then his eyes could not help but find the curves of her breasts, her nipples hardening under his gaze and the promise in his blue eyes.
'Nah,' she said, biting her under lip, and wrapping her leg over his thigh, so his very impressive morning erection found its place between her legs. Her soft and already wet curls close to his hardness, 'maybe later.'
Bass knew they had to get up, find their way back, see how they could get back on the road as fast as possible now daylight was coming back. But hey, he was still a man, he was still Sebastian Monroe. And there was one amazing and beautiful woman in his arms.
Charlie was not sure if she experienced something more erotic than this man, Bass, next to her. Naked, tall, muscled, while his hard cock was ready, oh so ready, between her legs. Clear lust in her eyes, his eyes shooting straight to her, while she moved a little bit closer so her wet, soft and swollen folds touched his hardness.
Bass let out a deep groan, his dick throbbing when Charlie had moved her slender leg over his thigh, her stunning body in her arms. She was simply beautiful this morning. Charlie was not the girl who cared that much about make up, and this morning, so pure with red blushes on her cheek, she was just fucking amazing.
So when he pulled her close, and felt how ready she was for him against the head of his cock, he grabbed her ass and pulled her over his cock. Charlie felt lazy, relaxed and let out a gasp because of the slow way he was moving her over his hardness. When they slowly started moving, both of them on their sides facing each other, his chest against her breasts, her leg over his, she gave in completely.
The moment Bass watched how Charlie moved her hand over her breasts he let out a grunt. And when she moved that hand between her legs, as he felt how she started to touch herself, he let out a deep groan and slow lazy morning sex became something completely else.
They would have to get on the road soon, but he swore, there was something about Charlie that made her hunger for this woman only grow every time he touched her again. He might as well enjoy it for now.
Miles was already going to fucking kill him anyway. If the rest of her family did not get to him first.
So, euhm, yes...a whole chapter of Charlie and Bass in that cabin. Together. I knew it was a little bit mean, ending the last chapter the way I did, but I hope this chapter makes up for that. What can I say, they just need a whole chapter. Thanks for reading and your wonderful reviews for last chapter. I hoped you liked this chapter as well... Until the next chapter, Love from Love