Chapter Eight - Danny
Kissing Charlotte should not be this impossibly good, should not make me want more and more of her. But it is. It’s the kind of kiss that feels rare because of how much it feels. It’s not just a press of lips, not just the warmth of an attractive woman against me. It’s not just the way I feel her pulse jump under my hand in the neck, not just the way her hands clutch my shirt, pulling at me, feeling like want. It’s an almost crackling electricity. A chemistry that I’ve kissed enough women in my life to know you don’t normally find. It’s a current between us, like a stove burner flickering on, spreading heat everywhere.
I feel like I could boil over, kissing Charlotte, and I pull her in even closer. I pull back after several long minutes, meeting her eyes. She keeps her hands fisted in the front of my shirt and shakes her head.
“Is this okay?” I ask, just to be sure.
“Yes,” Charlotte says, “please don’t stop.”
She leans back in, kissing me again and moving her hands to slide it under my shirt. Her hands on my skin are incredible, and I want to get my hands on her, as soon as possible. I step in, and Charlotte wraps her legs around me. I run my hands up her legs, toward the hem of her skirt, feeling her soft, perfect skin. Charlotte gasps into my mouth as I touch her and pull back to kiss her neck, trailing my kisses right down to her collarbone.
She moves her hands over my stomach and up over my back, making me shiver, then brings her hands back out of my shirt and tugs on the hem. I pause to pull my shirt off, smiling back at her. She puts her hands back on my skin once it’s bare before her, looking at my chiseled, well-maintained muscles with lust and a little bit of awe, and I run my hands up her thighs, just a little, past the hem of her skirt.
She nods rapidly and lets out these amazing breathy little sounds when I do. I lean in and kiss her again, needing her lips on mine right now. I move one hand to the buttons on her shirt, working them one by one with my other hand still on her thigh, sliding higher and higher under her skirt. Charlotte opens her mouth under mine and runs her tongue into my mouth, meeting my tongue. She slides her hands down, toward my belt, as I pull her shirt open.
I pull back, wanting to see as I reach into her bra, cupping her breasts in my hands firmly. I’ve wanted to do this so badly since the first day I saw her, couldn’t get this image out of my mind so many times at the most inappropriate moments, hovered over a burner in the restaurant kitchen or alone in my apartment bed at night. She feels even better than I had imagined and cries out when I run my fingers in circles over her nipples.
“Yes, please,” she says, throwing her head back, one hand still working my belt as I touch her. My cock responds to her hands as they undo my belt and she trails fingers over my zipper. I swallow down a moan as I lean in to kiss her neck again, and then her breasts, running my tongue over her nipples until she cries out again and grinds her hips up into mine.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Charlotte,” I say, pulling back and looking at her again. Her hair is falling in her face, her shirt is open, her bra is mostly off, her skirt is hiked up her legs, and she’s looking at me like she’s never wanted anyone so much like she’s aching for me. It’s one of the best things I’ve ever seen in my life. I slide my hand up into her skirt, teasing my fingers against the inside of her thighs until I reach her underwear. It’s soaking wet, and she gasps when I run my fingers over it, teasing her.
“Touch me,” she breathes out, “please, Danny.”
I slide her underwear to the side with my fingers and then slide them in to touch her clit. She cries out again, hissing and nodding her head over and over. She looks at me, eyes blown out so wide, and reaches her hand into my pants as I touch her. She tugs on my pants a little and then slides her warm, slender fingers around over my cock when she can reach it, and, fuck.
I close my eyes for a minute, taking it all in, my breaths increasing in pace as she works me harder in slow, teasing, fantastic strokes. I’ve wanted this ever since the first time I saw Charlotte, and now that we’re finally touching each other like this, I never want it to stop.
I lean down to kiss her again and slide a finger inside her, thrusting it in and out slowly before adding another. She buries her head in my neck, moaning, and picks up the speed of her strokes on my cock. She feels wet and warm and so tight around my fingers, and she’s raising her hips to my fingers, bucking them against me like she wants more. I circle her clit with my thumb, making her shudder and cry out over and over.
After a minute I step back and look at her as I pull my pants all the way down. She nods again and lifts her skirt up to her hips, sliding her underwear off. The sight of her naked underneath her skirt like that makes my cock twitch even harder—I’m so desperate to be inside her, I feel like a teenager all over again, like I could come from just the sight of her. I step toward her, kissing her again, sliding my hands back over her breasts before I guide my cock inside her. She wraps her legs around me even tighter, letting out a shout and rocking herself into to me as I start to fuck her.
She feels amazing, like that electricity from kissing intensified tenfold, like I really am boiling over now. I thrust in and out of her, keeping one hand on her breasts, teasing her nipple, and then slide the other down between us so I can rub her clit as I fuck her. She kisses me hard and desperate and slides her hands over my chest, down my stomach. I want to touch her forever, want to burn into this moment. I want to feel her come around me, and I want to make her come so many other ways. I want her to bite out my name in a gasp, want to make her mine as I come inside her.
I fuck her harder, rubbing even firmer circles over her soaking clit with my fingers until I can feel her clench around me. She grabs onto my shoulders and cries out, “Oh, god, Danny” as she comes. I shudder, feeling like I’ll never be able to get that beautiful sound of her voice breaking as she comes out of my mind and feel my own orgasm build and crash a minute later coming with my hand wrapped around her thigh. We collapse into each other, breathing hard, and I think about asking her back to my apartment, about doing this all over again, but I don’t think it’s a good idea to do so much at once.
But I can’t let her go, just yet, so I held onto her for a moment, as we both come down, feeling her warmth pressed up against me everywhere and never wanting it to stop.
Charlotte straightens up and kisses me softly before pulling her skirt back down and fixing her bra. All I can think about is how much I want to touch her again, how much I hope tonight was the start of something more.