—Shelly—
Charlie is between my thighs licking me from my clit to my ass, savoring my taste like it is the last bite of his dessert. He makes me feel so damn alive. Like I could set the world on fire and not even care that I have no damn memory. I’m making new memories with him. Maybe we can have a fresh start.
Together.
I get this sense that he has been through some fucked up shit. The more I stare at his tattoos, I realize they do tell his story. A story of loss. His stepsister must have meant a lot to him. I’m glad that whatever the threat I was facing was, that he was the man to save me.
I know we hardly know each other but he feels so familiar to me. Like I have known him longer than he has let on.
I get the feeling there is something he is keeping from me, but right now I gotta let go of those suspicious feelings. I want to be in this moment with only him.
His greedy mouth and eager fingers continue their assault on my body, driving me wild into sensory overload. I may not remember my past, but I don’t think anyone has ever made me feel so cherished. So wanted. The desire this man is showing he truly feels for me is nothing like I remember having ever felt. I can sense it.
The way he is touching me and so focused on pleasing me and not himself says a lot. When I try to turn the attention on him he growls at me and grunts, stopping me from doing anything but receiving his lavish attention.
Two fingers work simultaneously inside me. Twisting in a come here motion, hitting me in just the right spot as his torturous mouth peppers kisses up my right side.
“Think I should ink my name here.” He traces the underside curve of my breast. “And maybe here.” He grips my ass.
I laugh. “You want to put your name on me?”
He grins up at me lazily, never stopping finger fucking me.
“Why not?”
“Well the obvious. You don’t even know me,” I pant out the last part when he adds a third finger.
“I know you like it when I do this.” Hooking his fingers, he hits my sweet spot again and doesn’t relent.
My eyes are rolling back in my head as my hips arch.
“See, I know the good stuff and what I don’t know, we’ll figure it out.”
I start to respond but my voice is lost when he caps his mouth over my clit and sucks.
My orgasm rakes through me and my body trembles as he doesn't let up. He replaces his fingers with his tongue, obviously loving the way I taste as he hums a low, “Mmm.”
My legs feel like rubber as Charlie slides up my body, covering my mouth with his. His tongue sweeps along the inside of my mouth, giving me a taste of my flavor. I must confess tasting myself on his tongue and his lips turns me on.
Lining up with my pussy, he inches his cock into me slowly. A shudder ripples through him and I feel the muscles in his back flex as I rub along the smooth skin with my nails.
Once fully seated inside he draws back out at a languid pace to the head before slamming back in. He repeats the motion, circling his hips as they grind against me.
“Damn, princess, you feel so good. The way you’re squeezing my cock. Fuck.” Hearing the word princess gives me pause.
“Have you ever called me that before?”
“What?”
“Princess,” I say in a low whisper as he thrusts deeper.
“I don’t know...maybe,” he grunts, sliding his cock in and out faster and harder than before. “I call you a lot of things. Especially mine.”
At those words I melt all over again and wrap my legs around his waist, hooking them at the ankles. He lifts my hips and hammers into me, taking what he wants even though I am giving it to him freely. My heart. It's happening fast but I am falling for him.
“God, Charlie. I’m going to get off again.”
“Good,” he says into my mouth, kissing me once more.
Next thing I know he is flipping me over, head bowed down and ass up.
His fist tangles in my hair as he steadies my body with his free hand. Charlie hammers his cock into me with brutal force and I love every inch of it.
“You don’t happen to remember if you’re on any kind of birth control, do you?”
“What?” I hiss.
“You know the pill...the shot...or whatever.”
“Uh no. Don’t think so.”
He stills inside me for a moment then pulls out quickly, beating the head of his dick against my ass as his cum jets out.
“Sorry.” He chuckles, massaging his essence into my skin with his large rough hands. He collapses next to me in a sweaty heap. Stroking my jaw, he smiles at me lazily.
“That was…”
“Best you’ve ever had,” he finishes for me.
“I was going to say best I can remember,” I tease, and he makes that sound in the back of his throat.
“Say that again and I’ll tattoo my name across your forehead,” he grumbles, pulling me into his side.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Sugar tits, I’d do a lot of things to keep you.”
He tries to act tough, but he has a sweet side. His hand curves under my boob and he says, “Go to sleep.”
I yawn but ask him, “Would you…could you tattoo me?”
“Maybe,” he whispers and within seconds he is sleeping.
———
I awaken alone, instantly missing Charlie’s warm body spooning me. Stretching I feel stiff but good. The man sexed me so good last night. I get out of bed and grab one of his t-shirts from his bag. I slip it over my head as I make my way into the bathroom. The smell of coffee lures me to the kitchen after I take care of my basic needs.
I find Charlie watching the news. There is talk of a reward for a missing girl. A Belinda something. I pour myself a cup and walk over to where he sits. He notices me and powers the TV off quickly.
“That sounded like a sad story.”
“Morning,” he mumbles, ignoring my comment, but I shrug it off.
I sink down on the cushion next to him and he puts a hand on my knee. “I bought you clothes.”
“I know, but I like wearing your shirts. They smell like you.” I smile over the brim of the cup and take a sip. “Any big plans for today?”
“I gotta work and we need to talk.”
I don't like the tense expression he has on his face.