Chapter 23
Charlie
I’ve never felt so overwhelmed, so bewildered. Woozy, disoriented.
Nova is lying beneath me, head dropped to the side, eyes squeezed shut, lips pursed as she tries to keep from screaming. I suck my thumb into my mouth, then swipe the wet pad over her clit. Her reaction is a deep moan, an earthquake shaking through her.
Damn, she’s so beautiful. Her body is like an amusement park. A dizzying rollercoaster of curves. Mouthwatering treats to lick and taste. And a pool of lust between her thighs that I wouldn’t mind drowning in.
“Deeper, Charlie. More. Give me more.”
I oblige, tilting her hips up and driving down into her. Her pussy ripples at the invasion, it throbs at the violence. Loud, popping bursts of air escape with each thrust.
“You like that?” I growl into the flesh of her neck, my tongue running along the salty curve. I know she does but my ego demands to hear it out loud.
She spreads her legs wider, inviting me deeper still. “Oh, Charlie. Please.”
“Tell me, Nova. Tell me you like it.”
She bends her spine. Curls her fingers in the sheets. “It’s so good, Charlie. It’s the best. So good.”
My hips come down faster, faster, pounding, harder, faster. She’s tightening. Oh, fuck. I’m vaguely aware of the sheet popping off the corner of the bed, the framed painting shaking on the wall, the earth moving beneath my feet.
“Oh god, Charlie, I’m coming,” she splutters and I press hard on her clit, rock my hips faster into her heat. She grows louder. “Charlie! I’m coming! Fuck!”
Her pussy clenches. So tight. Shit.
My brain cells explode one by one as the orgasm detonates in my blood. Wave after stunning wave, it batters me, taking everything from me, draining me of my senses.
Her shivering hands run down my back. She’s watching me recover. Such blissful fascination on her face. I fall next to her and she shifts to face me. Bottom lip caught between her teeth, chewing on her smile.
And I don’t know what’s happening in my chest. This feeling isn’t familiar. But the sight of her next to me, completely bare, sweaty, primal. My mind is spinning. A terrifying thought flaring in my skull.
How did I manage to have her in my life all these years without having her in my bed?
She and I have been friends forever but suddenly, it’s obvious that she was meant to be so much more. I’m not too sure what exactly but definitely more.
The thought feels too big, too much. So, I just pull her into my arms and she buries her face against my chest. I sense her breath shuddering through me. Why does it feel like I could hold her forever?
I mourn silently when she pulls back to look at me.
We lie face to face. Nova runs her tongue over my lips, the smooth wet movement causing my body to light up like an airport runway in the dark of night. “You like that…” I pick up on the subtle gloating in her voice. She enjoys that she has this effect on my body.
Not one to be outdone, I slide my hand down her back, cupping her ass in my palms. I spread the cheeks apart and run a slow finger through her folds. She tremors all over. “You like that.”
A shaky, little laugh comes out of her. “You’re so arrogant.”
“Don’t pretend you don’t like it. Don’t pretend that the best sex of your life didn’t happen in this bed in the last 36 hours.”
She chuffs. “Please.”
She’d better not play those games with me because it’s starting to feel like a whole lot more than my ego is on the line.
My finger rounds the sensitive, little nub of her clit, gaining pressure and speed. She shivers again. “Are you saying I’m wrong?”
She purses her lips and groans, deliberately refusing to answer. Such a stubborn girl. She won’t let me score an easy win.
"I dare you,” I whisper as I rub her harder, “I dare you to come, with any other man for the rest of your life, without thinking about tonight, about me. I’ve ruined you, Nova."
Her eyes squeeze closed. She keens closer. “You kiss your mother with that filthy mouth?”
I grip her leg, swinging it across my body and forcing her to straddle me. “I eat your pussy with this mouth. That’s all you need to be concerned about right now.”
A wicked, little curve owns her lips as I pull her up so her dripping slit hovers above my face. “Jeez. You talk like you scraped your vocabulary off the bottom of a bedpan, Charlie.”
I lower her until my voice is a muffled vibration against her flesh. She’s moaning already. “Sit on my tongue. Let’s go through my dictionary from A to Z.”