Chapter Thirty-Nine
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Damian
I close the door behind Charlie, marveling at the fact that she’s here in my room, in my space, again. It’s … mind-blowing. This gorgeous megastar is here with me. Everyone wants a piece of her. She could have anyone, be anywhere, and she’s choosing me.
Choosing us.
It’s a gift that I’m not sure I deserve, but I sure as hell plan to try.
Her smile slips as I stare at her, and she looks a little uncertain. “What?”
I shake my head, moving to her, my hands going to the hem of her T-shirt and lifting. She raises her arms without question, letting me strip her shirt off, and I take her in with her lacy pink bra and dark wash skinny jeans, her pointed nipples reaching out for me.
While I stare, she reaches for my shirt, lifting it. I have to bend over to let her take it off me, but I don’t mind. I’ll become a human pretzel if that’s what it takes to let her have her way with me at this point. This is it. This is real. She’s giving me a chance to be with her for real, and I’m not going to fuck it up this time.
When I straighten, my eyes clash with hers, and the uncertainty lingering there. “Hey.” I pull her into my arms, running a hand up her back. “I love you. Nothing else matters right now.”
She snuggles against my chest. “What were you thinking? When you closed the door. You were thinking something.”
Huffing a laugh, I shake my head. “Just thinking how crazy it is that you’re here with me.” I pitch my voice to sound like an announcer. “Charlotte James, international superstar.”
She chuckles at that and shakes her head, looking up at me. “Not with you. With you I’m always just Charlie Baxter.” She waves a hand at the door. “Charlotte James only exists out there for the public. With you I’m just me.”
I take her mouth in a kiss, my fingers reaching for the clasp of her bra and making quick work of it. Meanwhile, she undoes my belt and jeans, reaching inside to palm me over the fabric of my boxer briefs.
I groan into her mouth, and she breaks the kiss to give me a satisfied smile. Which is washed away when I shove my hand inside her jeans, wiggling my fingers to get enough room, grateful for the stretch denim so I can maneuver my hand between her legs and plunge two fingers inside her. She gasps in response.
“God, I hate clothes right now,” she pants.
With a chuckle, I withdraw my hand, undo the front of her jeans, and give them a yank. She falls back on my bed, shoving her pants the rest of the way off and reaching for me as soon as she’s done. “Why do you still have clothes on? Off. All of it off.” She grips the fabric in her hands and gives a sharp tug. The elastic band of my underwear catches on my dick, pulling it down and releasing it with a thwack against my lower abdomen.
She lets go of my clothes, covering her mouth with one hand while she giggles. “Oh my God, I’m sorry. Did that hurt?”
It didn’t. Not really. But I narrow my eyes anyway as I bend over to finish removing my clothes. “I think you might need to kiss it and make it all better.”
Her giggling stops, and she drops her hand revealing her lingering smile. “Is that so? Well, then come here, and let me kiss it better.”
She reaches for me, and I step into her waiting hand, letting out a hiss as she grips me hard and pumps a few times, with the pressure she knows I like. Bending her head, she places a tiny kiss right at the tip and looks up at me through her eyelashes. “Better?”
“Mmm.” My voice is a low rumble. “Not quite. Try again.”
Another quick grin flashes across her face before she places another soft kiss a few millimeters away from the first. Without any further encouragement, she covers the entire tip in tiny kisses. Then her tongue flicks out, and she tastes me, eliciting a groan from me. And when she wraps her lips around me, my knees hit the bed, only sheer force of will keeping me upright.
She bobs her head a few times, her tongue working me all the while, and then pulls back, leaving the head of my cock shiny with her saliva. “How’s that? Better?”
“Getting there.” Before I finish croaking the words out, she takes me in her mouth again, this time her other hand coming up to fondle my balls, one finger reaching back to stroke the skin just behind them.
“Christ, Charlie.” One of my hands goes to her head, combing the hair away from her face with my fingers, not to control or even guide her. She knows what she’s doing without any direction from me. I just want to touch her.
I let her keep going until I can’t take it anymore, until I’m about to blow in her mouth. Then I gently tighten my grip in her hair, just a little tug, and she stops, a string of saliva stretching between her mouth and my aching dick that protests the loss of her warmth. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand as she looks up at me, and I bend, kissing her hard.
She lifts up on her knees on the bed, her arms wrapping around me, and then we’re moving, she’s pulling me down with her so we’re stretched out on the bed. Much as I want nothing more than to bury myself inside her and chase the ecstatic oblivion of release, I know I’m too close to the edge after her amazing oral skills.
Instead, I do what I know she loves, what I know gets her as worked up as I am right now. With my mouth still fused to hers, I skate a hand down her body, taking a second to rub her nipples, then down between her legs. She drops them to the side, completely unembarrassed, allowing me full access, and I gather her wetness and rub it all around, circling the outside of her clit.
She rips her mouth away from mine, her chest heaving. “God, Damian. Just touch me. Please. I’m already all worked up from blowing you. I can’t take it if you tease me.”
With a dark chuckle, I lower my head to tongue one of her nipples, but I don’t keep her waiting much longer, turning my gentle circles around the outside of her clit to a more direct touch. Still light, not enough to push her over, not yet. I want to take my time. And I want to taste every inch of her in the process.
Her skin feels like silk under my lips, and she tastes like heaven as I suck her nipples into my mouth one at a time, making her arch and writhe, then drag my tongue down her torso to place a kiss on her bare mound.
Settling between her legs, I sink two fingers inside her, making her gasp and moan. Even though I teased her with my fingers, I don’t keep it going, instead lapping at her like she’s my favorite treat. And right now, she is. In almost no time after I focus on her clit, she’s going off like fireworks, her internal muscles spasming around my fingers, her legs clamping down on my head.
Once I’ve brought her down the other side, I sit up and wipe my face with my hand before reaching for my bedside table to get a condom. As I roll it on, I feast my eyes on her curvy body laid out like a feast all for me.
“You look pretty pleased with yourself.”
Her voice brings my eyes to hers, and my smile grows wider. Settling over her, I line myself up and slowly push inside. Once our hips meet, I hold still, dropping a kiss on her mouth. “How could I not be pleased with myself with the way you just came all over my face?”
Whatever she might’ve said in return is lost as I start moving, starting off slow and easy, wanting this to last. She lifts her hips to meet mine with each stroke, squeezing me, each thrust taking me perilously close to snapping my control.
“Jesus, Charlie. You feel so good. I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too. I’ve missed getting to tell you that I love you.”
“Then tell me.”
Her head arches back as I hit her just right, but she brings her eyes back to mine. “I love you.”
Another thrust, another head arch.
“I love you too, Charlie.”
And then we’re kissing, and her arms are wrapped around me, and the tenuous hold on my control is gone. I’m lost in her, swept away in her love and her body. And I never want to be found.