Chapter Seven

Ada

I slowly slide from the couch to my knees in front of him, allowing my hands to move down his legs. My nails scrape the fabric of his pants and I force a confident smile on my face. He stiffens up and I feel the hard muscles in his legs under my palms. This will help satisfy him without having to go all the way. I chide myself for sounding like a nineteen fifties teenager. Going all the way still scares me but I really don't want him to know that. Despite my hesitation, I want this. Need this. I know the reason he went for Denise Adams instead of me in high school and the memory still burns, leaving behind an acidic taste.

Boldly I reach up and try to unbutton his pants, my fingers catch as his hands close over mine.

I tilt my head to the side looking up at him. His expression is kind, his eyes heated and I flutter my lashes, “Charlie?”

His fingertips brush against my lips and I kiss them. I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want the shadow of Denise in my head to win.

“No, Ada, it's always ladies first." His voice is low and before I know what is happening he pulls me to my feet smoothly. One arm wraps around me pulling me in close squeezing tenderly. A hand splays against my spine pressing his thick bulge against my stomach and heat of his body comforts me until he pushes me back, my legs brush against the couch.

I still don't quite get what he's talking about until he lowers me down. He pulls a cushion forward easing me back. I’m on the couch as Charlie kneels in front of me.

“You have no idea how you look like this, do you?” Charlie looks down and his gaze follows the run of his hands up my shins. When he reaches my knees, his eyes lock with mine as he spreads them wide slowly coming between them fitting his body in the space.

I shake my head no and he grins. So much for being sophisticated and worldly. The jig is up and it’s only a matter of time before Charlie figures out how little I know of carnal matters.

With each traverse of his hands, my pulse quickens and a million things go through my head. How in twenty-four years has this never been done to me before? I'd at least know what to expect. His fingers are moving up my thighs under my dress and hooking through my panties. He’s pulling them down and I swallow my trepidation as I lift my hips to ease his way. Everywhere they touch my skin tingles. He continues pulling them down slowly looking into my eyes and smiling. I’m suddenly very grateful I chose the sexy panties instead of the granny ones.

I feel the wetness between my legs cooling with the heat of his breath. That smile is definitely doing it for me. My insides twist and my heart flutters. His mouth twists up into an even more seductive smile than before and suddenly, it is like someone turned on the waterworks. I can feel moisture gathering.

I watch with nervous anticipation as he brings his mouth down to my knee. I gasp as the stubble of his chin grazes against the tender skin of my inner thigh. Goosebumps scatter across my legs and arms and I feel him chuckle against me.

His eyes darken and his pupils dilate. Slowly, he flicks his tongue out against his lips and arches a brow at me. I watch as he lowers his mouth and opens it against me. His velvety tongue teases my skin, pulling a long, low hiss of pleasure from me.

My heart is thundering through my chest like a wild stampede. The tingle he’d started with the feather-light kisses has turned into a throbbing ache that shoots from his mouth to my core. A tightness forms in the pit of my stomach and I feel my hips arching up involuntarily. I wish he’d get this on and yet I could stay frozen in this moment forever.

He moves his mouth up my inner thigh pushing my dress up to my stomach. My hands are fumbling and I'm suddenly aware of how exposed I am sitting on my couch with the lights on in the living room. He is going to be able to see everything.

I’m thankful for so many things at this moment; the fact that I actually shaved everywhere and I chose to wear the sexy panties instead of the granny ones. My legs shake.

I want to stand up and shut the lights off or at least ask him to do it, but his mouth distracts me from saying anything that would stop him.

My pulse quickens even more and I fight the urge to close my thighs as his mouth reaches the very inner thigh. There is a twinge where I nicked myself but I’m distracted immediately. His nose bumps me and traces a path downward as if he’s breathing me in before he tastes. One more small movement and he'll be in the middle of my heat. I feel him push my panties to the side.

Despite my embarrassment, I want him there. My body has a completely different plan from my brain and I moan deeply as he moves to cover my core with a stream of warm air. The heat of his breath warms me and at the same time, it causes me to shiver.

My hips move my body forward and he sticks out his tongue licking my folds, curling between, and sending the best sensation I've ever felt rocketing through my body. A delightful shiver tickles my limbs and cramps my stomach low with unexpected need. As I think about his tongue, his fingers making their way to my lips, and the thick ridge still hidden in his pants hot and waiting.

"Oh my," I’m overcome with sensory overload and he chuckles against me causing another sensation with the vibration. My legs shudder and twitch as he rolls his tongue over me in slow sensual strokes. I gasp and clutch the edge of the couch, my hips trying to arch away from his mouth.

“Relax. I’m going to make this good for you.” Charlie mumbles from between my thighs. Part of me knows I should be embarrassed by letting someone this close to my most intimate parts, but the other part of me delights in the amazing feeling of his tongue flicking the nub of my desire. I gasp and a whimper of pure pleasure slips through my lips.

My body tenses and he chuckles again. The vibrations only serve to intensify the sensations. “Trust me!” he growls as his hands tighten around my thighs, and he pulls me tighter against his mouth. I nod. Or, at least I think I do.

I let my head flop back on the couch cushion and revel in the feeling of his tongue curling around me. I fantasize about being in a big bed with silky sheets with each lick of his tongue. A fireplace crackles and the sparks mimic the shots of desire rocking my body. His hands grapple my thighs pushing them wider, fingers pinching. It feels so good that I don’t care about the couch getting wet, the fingerprints I’ll have tomorrow morning between my legs, or the lights above.

A hand travels under my dress covering my tender globes. “Feels so good, Charlie.” My hand covers his and we both cup my breasts, his rubbing the nipple hard under cotton and lace, mine guiding him.

“You taste tart and sweet.” He licks me in a long stroke and I moan uncaring who might hear me vocalize my desire. If Charlie did this for the next hour, I’d die a happy virgin. But I didn’t want to be virgin anymore.

“More, Charlie. I want more,” I urge him to keep going.

He pulls away faster than I can stop him and he’s fumbling with his pants and the movement cools the heat of his breath against me. The fantasy is ripped away and doubt clouds my near orgasm fueled confidence.

The reservations I ignored are back and looming before me.

“Ada?” Charlie is moving on top of me, covering me, but questioning me all the same.

What the heck am I doing?

“Stop. Please.” I push gently and then harder.

“Yeah, okay.” Charlie backs off completely as if I’ve burned him with my icy frost looking as confused as I feel.

“I, I don’t know what I’m doing.” I push him away and rush on unsteady legs to the bathroom. I don’t stop until I lock the door and sag against it. My breath comes out in loud pants as I squeeze my eyes shut.

This is exactly what I didn’t want to happen, now I have to hide in my bathroom forever. Too bad I left my phone in the living room or I’d call Lila and ask for help. I’m the definition of a tease, I’ve been called that before. Should I just wait until he leaves, what’s he doing out there?