Chapter Twenty-Four - Danny
Charlotte is breathing heavy as she tugs on my shirt, pulling quickly for as slow as we both said we want to go this time. I pull it over my head, feeling just as eager. She had been so hot under my tongue, crying out for me as I licked her, and it just made me want her more. It made me want all of her. She pulls on my pants as soon as my shirt is off, hands on the fly.
“Should I be careful with these? Since they’re formal,” she asks like she’s suddenly thought of it and she’s concerned. I grin and kiss her again, thinking of her own dress on the floor of her living room.
“They’ll dry clean,” I say against her lips. She smiles back and then tugs the pants off with my underwear so we’re both naked and breathing heavily. Charlotte kisses my chest, and then my stomach, eyes locked on mine. She grins at me as she wraps a hand around my already throbbing hard cock. I groan, not bothering to hold it back as she starts to stroke me.
I thread a hand into her hair as she slides down me, bringing her mouth to meet her hand, licking little lines on the head of my cock first before she takes me in her mouth, lips around me and eyes locked on mine.
“Shit,” I bite out, “that’s so good.”
She runs her hands over my stomach as she brings me in and out of her mouth. She feels incredible, and I tighten the hand I have in hair, gasping as she sucks me. I can’t stop watching her, can’t stop staring at how she looks like this for me. I rock my hips up, fucking her mouth just a little, and she picks up speed in response. I’m so close to the edge of everything from licking her, from her mouth, from the tension of everything lately breaking. I want her to not stop, not ever. I want something else, right now.
“Wait,” I say, pulling on her hair, gently. I groan a little when she stops, even though it was my idea. She pulls up and looks at me, curious.
“Wait?” She repeats. I run my hand over face, running my thumb over her lips, all pink and swollen.
“I want to come inside you,” I say. Charlotte closes her eye for a minute, shuddering and nodding her head.
“Yes,” she says. She slides back up, still underneath me, and grabs one of my hands, guiding it to clit, where she’s still soaked. “Please, yes.”
“Yes,” I repeat, dragging my hand over her clit a few times before sliding my cock inside her, making us both cry out. She kisses me again, pulling me down to her, hard, as I fuck her. She brings her hips up to meet mine, rolling them meet my strokes.
We move in unison for a while, spending several minutes lost in each other, both moaning, biting back curses. It’s that same electric feeling, the hot, boiling one, except more intense now, somehow. The tension builds and breaks quickly like I knew it would, and I come inside her, losing my rhythm but feeling her come around me only a few seconds later.
For a moment we don’t move, and then I pull out of her and lay beside her. Charlotte burrows herself into my arms. I can feel how fast her heart is still beating. She looks more beautiful than ever this way: her eyes are wide and her skin is pink, and she’s looking at me like all she wants is to stay here with me forever.
That’s all I want, too, I think, more sure of the statement than of anything I can remember being sure of.
“Tonight has been so perfect,” Charlotte whispers, putting her head on my chest. “Thank you.”
“Thank you, beautiful,” I say, kissing her forehead. “You saved the Dock’s End.”
“You would have figured it out eventually,” Charlotte says, but she’s smiling.
“Maybe not,” I say truthfully. “I was so convinced it was connected to Anthony that I wasn’t even looking into anything else.”
“You had good reason to suspect him, though. He sounds awful,” Charlotte says, wrinkling her nose and making me need to kiss her again, so I do, kissing her softly, intimately. I’m not used to this. I’ve never been in the kind of relationship with talking and cuddling after sex . . . with a woman I wanted to talk to after, to keep beside me like this all night.
“He is,” I say, “but I guess not awful enough to try and take down the Dock’s End.”
“I’m glad,” Charlotte says, “and I’m glad it all worked out.”
“All thanks to you, and to that guardian angel of a patient of yours,” I say. “Really, how can I ever thank you?”
“I can think of a few ways,” Charlotte says, grinning and leaning up to kiss me again, and then again. I thread my hand through her hair, bringing her in even closer to me. I can feel her sigh against me, feel the way her skin is still warm, feel all of her deep inside me. I think I want hundreds, thousands of more times, just like this.
I’ve never been in love before. For a long time, I wasn’t sure I even believed in it, that love was even a real thing you could feel and not a lie to get you to give up your free time for someone else’s benefit. I’d certainly never seen it growing up, and I’d been happy enough to go through life without it, to spend years chasing sex, but not intimacy – not anything real. I’ve had so many women come in and out of my life in a flash, and I thought I wanted it that way, thought it was for the best.
But Charlotte makes me feel like I’d been lonely and unhappy. She makes me feel like love is real.
She makes me feel certain I’m falling in love with her.