everywhere.
"Wait." She felt herself lurch out of control. "Wait. I can't..."
"Let go," he whispered in her ear. "Let go, Allie."
She clutched at him, and he stared down at her hotly, half in shadow,
his eyes glittering as he thrust
into her over and over again. Who is
he? she thought. I don't
even know him. And he's inside me.
Then he moaned and his head dropped to her shoulder, and she felt his
grasp tighten on her as he slumped over her. She held him to her,
rocking him a little, feeling warm and tingly and shaken and relieved
and vaguely disappointed.
Charlie rolled off and pulled her close to him.
"I lost you along the way," he said, still breathless. "What did I do
wrong?"
"Nothing." Allie settled against him, trying not to be annoyed. "That
was incredible. You were wonderful." For a moment, it was like being
with Mark again, and she sighed in
resignation. Men
were obviously not her strong suit.
Charlie held her until his breathing slowed, and then he propped
himself up on one elbow and looked down at her, moving his hand up to
cup her breast again. "You were with me there," he whispered.
"I could
feel it in you."
"I don't know." She tried to smile her usual supportive-lover smile at
him, but she was distracted by
his stroking thumb. "It doesn't matter."
He bent and kissed her cheek softly. "What part threw you off?" He
moved his mouth to her breast. "Was it this?" He ran his tongue over
her, and her body tightened at his touch.
"No." She moved against his mouth, her annoyance fading considerably.
"No. It wasn't anything
you did."
His hand moved down and stroked her gently. "This?"
"No," she breathed, and closed her eyes to concentrate on his touch.
"Allie?" He kissed her until she clung to him, dizzy again.
"I love it when you touch me." She moved under his hand as he stroked
her.
"Good. I'll do it often." His fingers were stroking faster, and she
found it hard to concentrate on his words. The pressure was everywhere,
growing stronger, and she moved against the hard barrier of his body
when she felt the itch start under her skin again.
"I won't let anything happen to you," he whispered, one arm tight
around her. "Let go. I'm holding you."
Allie dung to him, drunk with the pressure, aching for release. The
whole world was his hand against
her, and the prickle in her blood, and
she buried her face against his chest as she felt the pressure wind
tighter, andshe knew she was was going to explode if he didn't stop.
Out of control.
"Oh, God." Allie tried to move away, but Charlie rolled and pinned her
under him, thrusting his tongue
in her ear, and she twisted at the shocking pleasure of it, crying out
once as the
pressure flared in her
and her skin screamed, and then everything did
explode, the heat arcing through her body as she
gasped in his arms.
Charlie held her so tightly she had trouble breathing, but she clutched
him to her anyway.
"Allie? Allie, love?"
She buried her face against his chest and tried to stop gasping, but
the waves still lapped gently inside
her, like little aftershocks.
"Allie?"
She clung to him, trying to find her voice, any coherent thought. "Oh,
God, Charlie."
He held her tighter. "I thought you'd gone mute on me. You didn't say
anything for so long."
Allie took a long shuddering breath and then another until sanity
returned. The heat and the release
settled into her bones like a
narcotic. She stretched against him, all her muscles aching, her skin
sliding warm against his. "Oh." She drew another deep breath. "I may
never talk again."
Charlie brushed her hair back from her face. "Can you sleep now?"
"Only if you don't touch me," she said, and he laughed and pulled her
close, and she curled into him,
and then they both fell asleep.
* * *
Allie woke up when the sunlight flooded the room. She'd rolled away
from Charlie in the night, but
his hand was still on her waist, and she
liked the weight and heat of it there. She lay very still and
savored
how good her body
"Wait." She felt herself lurch out of control. "Wait. I can't..."
"Let go," he whispered in her ear. "Let go, Allie."
She clutched at him, and he stared down at her hotly, half in shadow,
his eyes glittering as he thrust
into her over and over again. Who is
he? she thought. I don't
even know him. And he's inside me.
Then he moaned and his head dropped to her shoulder, and she felt his
grasp tighten on her as he slumped over her. She held him to her,
rocking him a little, feeling warm and tingly and shaken and relieved
and vaguely disappointed.
Charlie rolled off and pulled her close to him.
"I lost you along the way," he said, still breathless. "What did I do
wrong?"
"Nothing." Allie settled against him, trying not to be annoyed. "That
was incredible. You were wonderful." For a moment, it was like being
with Mark again, and she sighed in
resignation. Men
were obviously not her strong suit.
Charlie held her until his breathing slowed, and then he propped
himself up on one elbow and looked down at her, moving his hand up to
cup her breast again. "You were with me there," he whispered.
"I could
feel it in you."
"I don't know." She tried to smile her usual supportive-lover smile at
him, but she was distracted by
his stroking thumb. "It doesn't matter."
He bent and kissed her cheek softly. "What part threw you off?" He
moved his mouth to her breast. "Was it this?" He ran his tongue over
her, and her body tightened at his touch.
"No." She moved against his mouth, her annoyance fading considerably.
"No. It wasn't anything
you did."
His hand moved down and stroked her gently. "This?"
"No," she breathed, and closed her eyes to concentrate on his touch.
"Allie?" He kissed her until she clung to him, dizzy again.
"I love it when you touch me." She moved under his hand as he stroked
her.
"Good. I'll do it often." His fingers were stroking faster, and she
found it hard to concentrate on his words. The pressure was everywhere,
growing stronger, and she moved against the hard barrier of his body
when she felt the itch start under her skin again.
"I won't let anything happen to you," he whispered, one arm tight
around her. "Let go. I'm holding you."
Allie dung to him, drunk with the pressure, aching for release. The
whole world was his hand against
her, and the prickle in her blood, and
she buried her face against his chest as she felt the pressure wind
tighter, andshe knew she was was going to explode if he didn't stop.
Out of control.
"Oh, God." Allie tried to move away, but Charlie rolled and pinned her
under him, thrusting his tongue
in her ear, and she twisted at the shocking pleasure of it, crying out
once as the
pressure flared in her
and her skin screamed, and then everything did
explode, the heat arcing through her body as she
gasped in his arms.
Charlie held her so tightly she had trouble breathing, but she clutched
him to her anyway.
"Allie? Allie, love?"
She buried her face against his chest and tried to stop gasping, but
the waves still lapped gently inside
her, like little aftershocks.
"Allie?"
She clung to him, trying to find her voice, any coherent thought. "Oh,
God, Charlie."
He held her tighter. "I thought you'd gone mute on me. You didn't say
anything for so long."
Allie took a long shuddering breath and then another until sanity
returned. The heat and the release
settled into her bones like a
narcotic. She stretched against him, all her muscles aching, her skin
sliding warm against his. "Oh." She drew another deep breath. "I may
never talk again."
Charlie brushed her hair back from her face. "Can you sleep now?"
"Only if you don't touch me," she said, and he laughed and pulled her
close, and she curled into him,
and then they both fell asleep.
* * *
Allie woke up when the sunlight flooded the room. She'd rolled away
from Charlie in the night, but
his hand was still on her waist, and she
liked the weight and heat of it there. She lay very still and
savored
how good her body
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