How did we not murder each other waiting for that countdown to be over yesterday?

Chapter 42: Sex in the City

Charon literally dumped Dad on the sofa as soon as we walked into the house. Dad let out an oomph as he hit the cushions and Charon didn't look back as he dropped his pack on the ground next to him and headed up stairs. Dad and I exchanged glances and we shrugged it off. We both needed sleep so I left him alone with Dogmeat to meet Charon upstairs.

I opened the door to our room to find Charon half dressed and sitting on the edge of the bed. He had a distant look in his eyes that I couldn't place. He shook it off as he noticed me in the doorway.

"Hello there, Mr. Hero," I whispered under my breath.

He gave me an endearing look before beckoning me to the bed. I sauntered over to him and sat in his lap, my legs wrapped around his waist. He wasted no time to pressing his chapped lips to the curve of my neck. My legs instinctively tightened at the feel of his growing arousal. I kept my moans quiet as not to let my father hear. Charon didn't seem like he could care less as he tried to see how loud I'd let myself get.

His tongue running up from my collar bone to my jaw sent a trail of goosebumps in its wake. I could feel an increasing wetness down under as he worked. He slid a hand into my hair, tugging my head back in an almost painful way. His other hand found the vault suit zipper and tugged it down slowly. I could feel his fingers bush against my nipple as he slipped his hand under my thin tank top. His mouth was hot as he kissed my jaw tenderly.

"Charon," I moaned. "I need you."

I could feel his smile on my warm skin as his fingers lightly pinched a pert nipple. My throat was getting dry with desire as he dragged on with his teasing. His teeth grazed my chin, eliciting a shiver from head to toe. He sat back to take in the sight of what he could do to me so easily.

His eyes trailed up from my body to my neck and then lingered on my eyes staring back at him under heavy lids. "I love you, Eleanor." His voice was raspy and deep in his throat.

I leaned my forehead against his and closed my eyes. "I love you too, Charon."

I opened my eyes slowly to be met with his cloudy blue ones. I closed the distance between us hungrily. Our lips pressed against each others softly, like this moment could disappear in the blink of an eye. His hand dropped from my hair to pull the shoulders of the vault suit down to my waist. His lips met with every inch of skin as it was revealed more and more. He lifted my tank top over my head quickly and disposed of it on the ground by the desk.

His lips found mine again as he kneaded my breasts. I tugged at his belt eagerly as the room was beginning to feel warmer. He caught on to my intentions and unfastened them for me and stood up. My legs and arms wrapped around him tightly as he kicked out of the pants. He rested me on the desk as he stepped out of the clothing and kicked them away. He dropped me on the bed again with a low growl.

He crawled on top of me and ran his tongue along my jaw. I needed him right now. I struggled to remove my underwear so he hooked a finger around the hem and yanked them down for me. I tossed my head back and connected with his hand which then proceeded with tugging my hair.

His mouth trailed kisses from my chest to my lips, interlocking in tangled limbs. He stood at full attention, rubbing against my thigh.

I'm not gonna lie, it was pretty intimidating to feel a gun brushing up against where you were positive wasn't going to instantly fit in your holster. I'd had... many sexual partners before, but Charon easily took the cake. Like the rest of him, it was oddly textured and patchy, but down under, that would only add to this little experience.

His hand in my hair and the other one holding him up on his elbow gave him room to part my legs with his knee. I could feel him position himself as not to hurt me with "a slip". I balled the sheets in my fist in anticipation of the next move. He nipped my jawline and rubbed tiny circles on my cheek before pushing in slowly.

My back arched in reaction and I sucked in a breath of air sharply. Charon noticed and rested completely still to help get me adjusted. I nodded for him to continue and he nodded back, a little uncertain. He pushed in deeper as I concealed the pain. If he knew how much it hurt, he would stop and we'd never get any further.

He pushed until he couldn't any longer, he almost fit entirely. I felt both accomplished and a little ashamed, but mostly accomplished. He pulled out a bit and pushed in slower. He was going too slow for it to be pleasurable for either of us.

"I'm not going to break, you know, " I whispered into his neck.

"I'm just being careful."

The pain was subsiding now, so this was just getting boring. I egged him on to go faster, but he didn't take the hint. I sighed and thrust my hips up to meet his, eliciting a hiss. "Charon, just go faster."

He nodded and picked up the snail - like pace. He pulled back until he was almost out and thrust with force into me. My legs tightened around his and I stifled a moan into his shoulder. He seemed to like that and repeated. My back arched into him as he thrust into me forcefully. I hadn't seen this part of him since the slaver accident. He was taking back the power.

The bed creaked loudly under us as he pushed in and out. Again, this was getting boring. I sat up and turned around, to much of his confusion. I held up a finger to signal him to wait and got on my hands and knees. I looked over my shoulder to see an animalistic look in his eyes. He placed his hands on my hips and assumed position.

I lowered my head down into the pillow to help stay quiet. He had a choice right now, one being significantly less pleasurable for me. I sighed in relief as he pushed back into me hard. He must have sensed my discomfort. I wasn't going to dwell on it when my ass was in the air and my face was down in the pillow.

He was much more sure about himself in this position as he pounded into me. My throat was hurting from the silenced screams. I could feel myself tightening around his hard member. I was right about the texture. Each bump and patch only added to the pleasure.

He was becoming more erratic in his thrusts and moans as he got closer to the finish line. My fingers ached from clutching the sheets tightly and my face was sore from him pretty much fucking me into the pillow and out of existence.

Finally, he hit something very right. I was frozen as he pounded into that little spot. His pace was inconsistent, but enough to drive me over the edge. My mouth formed an "o" as my body locked tightly around him and the wave of pleasure racked my body violently.

Each thrust after that only renewed the euphoria as he lost control, grunting and moaning loudly. In a second, he stood perfectly still as he spilled into me. It was a new warmth that filled me to the brim. It must've been a pretty long time since he'd done this.

We collapsed on the mattress next to each other, sitting in the room with only panting for breath as our music. He rolled over and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer. He kissed the top of my head tenderly.

"I love you, Charon," I mumbled into the pillow.

He tightened his embrace. "And I love you, Eleanor."