filling me up, connecting us at the hot center of our lust, our passion. And our fear. And something else. Something neither of us is ready to name.
Charlie starts to move, slowly, one hand holding my hip, the other sliding up my back to stroke my spine and shoulder blades. His hands are beyond warm, actually hot, so that combined with the sensation of his cock sliding in and out so infuriatingly, blissfully slowly, it’s enough to make my eyes roll back. I must make a noise because Charlie stills, bending down over me, his lips brushing the top of my ear.
“Is that okay?” he whispers. “Does it hurt?”
“Fuck, no. Keep going.”
He moves again, still bent over me, his nose and lips nuzzling my ear and cheek. I turn my head and our lips meet, so sweetly, so tenderly. Charlie whimpers as my tongue slides against his. His arms tense around me.
“You can come, if you need to,” I say.
I feel him shake his head. When I try to kiss him again, his teeth are biting down hard on his lower lip. He changes position, spreading his legs maybe so he’s lower down, and the angle of fucking gets that much more intense. The tip of his cock presses against something inside me–a mixture of pleasure and pain that I can’t even define much less explain. Then he leans back up, one hand pressing down on the center of my back, mashing my breasts into the table, the other grabbing a handful of my hair. Kinky, debauched and glorious. With every one of his thrusts, my hipbones crack against the edge of the table. It both takes me out of the moment and draws me even deeper into it, past a need for my own release into a place where all I want is to hear him whimper again, to hear him lose control, helpless against the ecstasy of our connection.
The hand in my hair tightens into a fist while the other one releases the pressure on my back. I arch backwards as that hand slides around to swirl over my achingly hypersensitive clit.
“Ahhh, God, fuck, yes,” I say along with many other much more vulgar and frantic things as I begin to unravel in his hands, at the mercy of his pistoning cock, his inexorable fingers. It only takes seconds to lose myself in the sensation that my feet are leaving the earth, my soul is leaving my body. I become pure electricity, only aware in the most basic sense that I’m propped up on my elbows, hanging my head over the table making unearthly primal noises.
“Oh, God, please come now,” I manage to cry. “Come with me. Come with me.”
Charlie says my name. Not shouted triumphantly or in an agonizing theatrical scream. Quietly, almost whispered in a harsh exhale of air.
“Gloria…”
Like a prayer. And the noise he makes when he comes is everything I’ve dreamt of. Helpless surrendering, worshipful. As though he might append it with in Excelsis Deo.
It sounds like love.
Chapter Ten – Charlie
It’s a few seconds before I remember to breathe, before I remember where and who I am. My cock is still twitching inside her as I catch the words I was about to say just in time. Catch them and swallow them back because that’s ridiculous. I only just met her.
I pull out and deal with the condom, trying to think of something, anything else to say. Nothing seems sufficient. Everything pales in comparison to what I almost said.
“Are you okay?” I finally manage. I lift her off the table and help pull up her tights.
“I’m so much better than okay. Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I think so.” Biggest lie I ever told, and I know she knows because my face is wet. She slides one hand up to my face and around my neck to pull me down to her. Then her other hand closes around my still hard cock as she kisses away my tears. I don’t even have the brain power left to be ashamed of them. I held it together long enough to find her. That’s going to have to be brave enough.
“God. I was so scared for you,” I say. “Did he touch you? Did he hurt
Charlie starts to move, slowly, one hand holding my hip, the other sliding up my back to stroke my spine and shoulder blades. His hands are beyond warm, actually hot, so that combined with the sensation of his cock sliding in and out so infuriatingly, blissfully slowly, it’s enough to make my eyes roll back. I must make a noise because Charlie stills, bending down over me, his lips brushing the top of my ear.
“Is that okay?” he whispers. “Does it hurt?”
“Fuck, no. Keep going.”
He moves again, still bent over me, his nose and lips nuzzling my ear and cheek. I turn my head and our lips meet, so sweetly, so tenderly. Charlie whimpers as my tongue slides against his. His arms tense around me.
“You can come, if you need to,” I say.
I feel him shake his head. When I try to kiss him again, his teeth are biting down hard on his lower lip. He changes position, spreading his legs maybe so he’s lower down, and the angle of fucking gets that much more intense. The tip of his cock presses against something inside me–a mixture of pleasure and pain that I can’t even define much less explain. Then he leans back up, one hand pressing down on the center of my back, mashing my breasts into the table, the other grabbing a handful of my hair. Kinky, debauched and glorious. With every one of his thrusts, my hipbones crack against the edge of the table. It both takes me out of the moment and draws me even deeper into it, past a need for my own release into a place where all I want is to hear him whimper again, to hear him lose control, helpless against the ecstasy of our connection.
The hand in my hair tightens into a fist while the other one releases the pressure on my back. I arch backwards as that hand slides around to swirl over my achingly hypersensitive clit.
“Ahhh, God, fuck, yes,” I say along with many other much more vulgar and frantic things as I begin to unravel in his hands, at the mercy of his pistoning cock, his inexorable fingers. It only takes seconds to lose myself in the sensation that my feet are leaving the earth, my soul is leaving my body. I become pure electricity, only aware in the most basic sense that I’m propped up on my elbows, hanging my head over the table making unearthly primal noises.
“Oh, God, please come now,” I manage to cry. “Come with me. Come with me.”
Charlie says my name. Not shouted triumphantly or in an agonizing theatrical scream. Quietly, almost whispered in a harsh exhale of air.
“Gloria…”
Like a prayer. And the noise he makes when he comes is everything I’ve dreamt of. Helpless surrendering, worshipful. As though he might append it with in Excelsis Deo.
It sounds like love.
Chapter Ten – Charlie
It’s a few seconds before I remember to breathe, before I remember where and who I am. My cock is still twitching inside her as I catch the words I was about to say just in time. Catch them and swallow them back because that’s ridiculous. I only just met her.
I pull out and deal with the condom, trying to think of something, anything else to say. Nothing seems sufficient. Everything pales in comparison to what I almost said.
“Are you okay?” I finally manage. I lift her off the table and help pull up her tights.
“I’m so much better than okay. Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I think so.” Biggest lie I ever told, and I know she knows because my face is wet. She slides one hand up to my face and around my neck to pull me down to her. Then her other hand closes around my still hard cock as she kisses away my tears. I don’t even have the brain power left to be ashamed of them. I held it together long enough to find her. That’s going to have to be brave enough.
“God. I was so scared for you,” I say. “Did he touch you? Did he hurt
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