Chapter 20: After party...
Finally the chapter everyone has been waiting on.
Early Christmas morning
As Charley and Throttle drank, danced, and laughed around the bar. Neither of them could remember a time when and where they had so much fun. Sure, they both loved Christmas but, they had never had one quite like this one. They had come from opposite sides of the track but, somehow had managed to come together and fallen in love with who they were.
Most of the guests had left the bar at about midnight. Gabriel had ushered Melisande out before anyone else had noticed that she was there. Vinnie escort her back to the palace as a safety measure.
Now, Throttle twirled Charley around the bar room floor while Gabriel cleaned up the mess from the party. Her eyes sparkled as her skin glowed palely under the soft glow of the candles and lights. Throttle smiled as he enjoyed these tranquil moments with the girl he had fallen in love with.
Pulling her back into his arms, he looked at her through his shades and murmured, "We need to get back to the palace before anyone notices we're missing."
"Do we have to?" she sighed as she wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close to her. She didn't want this moment to end. She enjoyed this feeling of being lost and found within his warm, tender embrace.
"Well, I didn't say we had to go to bed" he hinted as his tail snaked around her waist. He wrapped his arms more securely around her waist, pulling her closer to him. He knew exactly how she felt without even discussing it.
"I'd like that" she said, wanting to enjoy their last hours together before he took her back home to Gaia. She wished with all her heart that she could stay with him but, his engagement stood in the way of that.
"Come on. Let's head home" he whispered as he kissed her on the forehead and walked her outside.
"Be careful you two" Gabriel said as he finished clearing off the last table.
"Don't worry, old man, we will" Throttle said as he waved to Gabriel before escorting Charley out the door.
"It's kind funny but, you and he look very similar. Is he a relative of yours?" Charley inquired as she mounted Lady.
"No. Just a very old friend" he said, feeling a sense of peace wash over him as he mounted Lady and felt Charley's arms wrap around his waist. She snuggled against his back as he started the bike up and made their way back to the palace, hoping to get back inside before anyone noticed that they were gone.
Making their way over the lightly dusted streets, they noticed more snow was beginning to fall. Large flakes fell all around them as they finally made it to the castle and opted to park in the garage and sneak over to the side where the ladder was. Quickly and quietly they made their way from the garage over to where the ladder was left dangling. Carefully, they both climbed back up into his bedroom and realized that someone was polite enough to keep the fire going in the fireplace.
"Good old Franny" Throttle chuckled as he closed the large glass balcony doors after Charley got inside the room.
"True that" she shuddered as she felt her fingers shaking from all the sneaking around in the cold weather.
"Wow! Is that time right?" she asked when she noticed that the wall clock said it was almost three in the morning.
"Yup. Regrets?" he asked as he walked over to Charley and wrapped his arms around her to help warm her up.
"None. I had a wonderful time. I just wish it didn't have to end" she lamented as she burrowed her face into the warm fur that was exposed on his chest. She enjoyed the silky softness of his fur as it brushed against her face.
"Me to gorgeous. By the way. It's Christmas and I have a present for you" he excitedly stated as he released his hold on her and walked over to his nightstand. Opening the draw, he pulled out a black velvet box that had a turquoise colored ribbon and bow on it.
"Aw, you're so good to me" she sighed as he handed her the box and she sat down in front of the fireplace on top of a large fur rug.
She watched as Throttle sat down beside her and shrugged off his vest. She smiled as she admired the play of muscles. Refocusing her attention back on the package, she removed the bow and ribbon. After that, she opened the box and saw her mother's necklace.
"Oh my god. I thought this was gone forever" she cried as she looked up at him, her hands shaking as she held the box.
"I figured that was yours and had the chain repaired for you" he knew that this gift would make her day.
"It's perfect" Charley said as she threw her arms around his neck and cried on his shoulder.
"Oh Charley, don't cry" he said as he gently pulled her closer to him and managed to position her on his lap. Even her sadness, she somehow managed to feel unbelievably gorgeous in his arms. Her long hair smelled of peaches and her skin felt like creamy silk in his hands.
"These are happy tears" she looked up at, feeling like a child on the verge of becoming a woman who had found her knight in shining armor.
"I know" he whispered against her forehead and then kissed the tip of her nose.
"Throttle" she barely breathed his name out before his mouth tilted and covered hers in an all consuming kiss. The box dropped into her lap as she allowed her hands to find their way to the sides of his face. She had wanted to be kissed again by him for so long that she thought it would never happen.
She felt him move the box off to the side before rolling her onto her back. Her red hair splayed out like a flame across the white fur of the rug. She gasped as he nuzzled a sensitive spot on her neck, just below her ear. She smiled lazily up at him when he pulled his head up to look down at her.
"Charley?" it sounded more like a question that a statement falling from his mouth.
"Love me, please" she couldn't believe that she would beg him to make love to her even though this was going to be their second to last night together before he took her home. Placing a hand on the side of his face, she watching as he kissed her palm.
"Are you sure?" he had to ask the question for both of their sake.
"Yes" she breathed out as she pulled herself up so her lips met his. She felt his free hand unzip her vest and push it down her arms.
His long lean fingers weaving through Charley's hair, Throttle drew her lips to his. Never had she felt such bliss as when he began kissing her, his free hand at her waist, urging her closer to hom, pressing her hard against his body.
Her sense reeled as he prolonged the tormentingly hot kiss, his hand skillfully pulling her tee shirt over her head. She watched, feeling as if she were in some sort of magical trance, as he leaned away from her, sat back on his knees, and began to undo the button and zipper on her jeans.
She did not protest when he continued, not even when she was totally disrobed and could relish the feel of his fur against her skin as he again drew her fully against him. As he continued to kiss and caress her bare flesh, she used her nimble fingers to undo his button and zipper. She gasped with pleasure as he stood up, kicked his boots off, and removed his pants revealing himself to her for the first time.
Holding out his hand, she placed her hand in his and he pulled her up to him. Carrying her in his arms, he laid her down on his bed. His intentions were to make love to her on the comfort of his bed and not on the hard floor. He felt as though she deserved better than that.
His hands were on her flesh, searching, caressing, fondling, causing Charley's breath to catch in her throat. Just when she thought she could bear no more, Throttle's mouth explored her body for her most sensitive pleasure points.
She stretched out on her back and closed her eyes, giving herself up to the rapture, fighting off the urge to tell him to stop – tell him that what was allowing him to do might be too soon after what she had gone through at the compound. But, she knew that if she didn't allow him to do this then she would never know what good love making was about.
All rational thoughts she easily cast aside. Her mother and father had never been able to speak of what transpired between lovers. She had been with one boy prior to the Plutarkian but, she didn't count that due to the fact that they had both been too nervous for him to get it in her. She didn't count the rape either because, it wasn't consensual. So, she was counting this one because it was obvious they were both relaxed and the desire for each other coursed through their veins faster than any bike.
Tonight, Throttle was going to be her teacher.
His tongue and lips were like flames against her flesh, scorching … burning. Desire rose high within her as he showered heated kisses over her taut-tipped breasts, his mouth sweet and hungry as he then kissed her lips with a lazy warmth that left her weak.
And then she became aware of something else. His thick shaft resting against her thigh, pulsing with a life of its own.
Curious, she drew her lips away from Throttle's and peered down at him, blushing when she gazed upon this part of him that she had only gotten a quick glimpse of a few moments before.
She was not as embarrassed as she was intrigued.
She slowly reached a hand toward the swollen shaft, Throttle's fingers encircling hers, guiding her hand to his throbbing member.
"Touch it" Throttle said huskily, his heart thundering within his chest, desire filling him now as never before in his life.
Her pulse racing, every nerve ending within her feeling the exquisite tension of the moment, on fire with needs that were still new to her. Charley looked shyly up at Throttle.
Then, without losing contact with his eyes, she circled her fingers around the thickness of his manhood.
She was fascinated at how when his lean, sinewy buttocks began to move, caused his manhood to move within her fingers.
But, this seemed to cause too much pleasure for Throttle, for too soon he moaned throatily, then placed his hands at her shoulders and urged her away from him.
He drew her against him again, cradling her in his arms, the heat of his passion now pressing into her abdomen.
Holding her tightly, he turned her to lie again on her back. Brushing some strands of her hair back form her brow, he gazed at her with a new look of possession in his eyes. "My love for you is new but very strong," he said passionately. "My sweetheart, tell me honestly that you feel the same."
"I have never been in love before" Charley said, pleasure spreading anew through her body as his fingers kneaded her breasts. "But, I know what I feel for you can only be described as love."
She framed his handsome face between her hands and drew his lips close. "Yes, Throttle," she whispered. "Although this is new to me, my love for you is strong and real."
She clung to him as once again he kissed her. She felt a soft probing at the juncture of her thighs – something hot, something wonderful, and then she understood exactly what was trying to make entrance where one man had attempted to and another had forced himself before.
One of his knees moved her legs apart, and then again she felt the probing. She closed her eyes tightly and clasped her arms around Throttle's neck, opening herself to him, making it easier for what he sought. Yet, he pulled away, stopping what he had began and she had agreed to.
Charley's eyes opened in surprise as Throttle rolled away from her, his hands still at her waist, turning on her side to face him.
He gazed at her naked splendor, his eyes filled with drugged passion, then he looked into her eyes.
"Say that you want me," he said, tracing the line of hr jaw with his finger. "I must hear you say it, before our bodies become one. It's important to know you understand this that we do and want it as badly as I."
"I want you. I love you" Charley said.
Desire was shooting through Charley as his fingers so skillfully awakened her body to even newer sensations. She closed her eyes and threw her head back , sighing, as on of Throttle's hands was now at the core of her womanhood, and began slowly caressing it with his fingertips.
"Yes. Oh god Throttle. Yes" she whispered.
Throttle drew her beneath him. He bent down and kissed her, his palms moving softly and arousingly over her as he once again parted her legs with his knee and began pressing his manhood slowly inside her yielding folds.
Gently he entered her. He could feel the tense tightness of her nearly innocent walls griping him like a vice. He held her tenderly to him and kissed away her discomfort as he made the plunge that finally made her wholly his.
The pain was only brief, causing Charley's body to wince, and then the pain smoothed out to something deliciously sweet.
She twined her arms about Throttle's neck and circled her legs around him, locking them at the ankles, and rode with him, taking from him all that he offered, his strokes within her a steady rocking movement now.
As Throttle's breathing quickened, he moved his mouth from her lips and pillowed his cheek against her full bosom. He closed his eyes and plunged more deeply within her, his fingers digging into the flesh of hips, pulling her tightly against him.
The soft, melting energy was warming him, spreading throughout his body.
Overcome by the unbearably sweet pain, Charley began rolling her head from side to side, the whimpering that came to her ears, her own. She trembled with excitement as Throttle began sucking one of her nipples, then flicked his tongue around its hardness.
She drew in her breath sharply and gave a little cry as he gave one last, hard thrust, his manhood filling her, causing the passion to spill over within her.
She strained her hips up at him when she felt a great shuddering in his loins, thinking that surely meant that he had also reached the same pinnacle of ecstasy that she had just climbed.
Breathing hard, Throttle's body subsided, exhausted, onto hers. He lay there for a moment with her, stroking her womanhood, that still pulsed from the aftermath of her rapture.
And then he rolled away from her. His hands found the soft swell of her breasts. She arched toward him, he parted mouth and closed eyes an invitation to kiss her again.
With a groan, he pulled her against him and kissed her. Neither of them had once thought that this moment would come. Now that it was finally here, they weren't sure what was suppose to happen but, whatever it was they wanted to handle it together.
Charley clung to him, smiling sleepily, and snuggled down under the nest of blankets with him. She moved into his arms and lay close to him, having never felt so much at peace with herself and the world. Closing his eyes, Throttle wrapped his arms around her and slept the best he had in years.
Yay. I actually got this chapter done a day earlier than I expected to. Yankee71, I have actually been on a massive cleaning and reorganizing spree of my entire house...even includes labeling everything (OCD issues). I hope everyone enjoys reading this chapter. If you have any questions, comments, concerns, or things that you would like to see in the upcoming chapters please feel free to let me know. Many CYBER HUGS.