Page 2 of In the Grey of Dawn

“Charlie!” I say, almost snapping at her now, as I see her eyes come into focus in the dim light, recognition taking over.

“Porter? What the fuck! I thought you were Bigfoot coming to get me. You scared the shit out of me,” she says, breathing heavily.

“Well, I guess that was the intention but I didn't think you’d get so worked up. I thought it would be funny,” I say, trying to mask the hint of regret I feel over my joke gone bad.

“It wasn't,” she snaps, squirming under my hold, my leg going between her thighs as her agitation becomes evident.

“Stop moving,” I growl into her ear. Her heavy breathing causes her breasts to press against me, and my cock is so hard at this point, there's no doubt she can feel it.

I'm at a crossroads.

I don't do this.

I don't have casual sex.

I'm loyal to a fault and despite it being over six years, my heart still yearns for the love that I lost. My cock however, has decided now is the time to wake up.

Lost in thought, it takes me a second to realise the small whimpers are coming from the woman I'm pressed against. Her pussy seeking friction from the gentle grinding on my thigh.

To feel the soft curves of a woman is one I never expected to have again, the idea of it long forgotten. Here and now though, with my body pressed against hers, nothing else matters and I can't help but let my weakened defences break and have this moment consume me.

“Are you going to come on my thigh,” I whisper in her ear, her hips moving quicker at my words. I move my leg higher, giving her more of the friction she seeks. “If I reached down …” I say slowly, dragging my free hand down her neck, her arm,until it rests on her hip, firmly holding her and stopping her movements.

“Please.” She begs as a breathy moan escapes her lips.

“Am I going to find you ready for me if I touch you?”

Moving my leg away, my hand finds the slit in her dress and I tease her by running my fingers up her inner thigh, not quite reaching where she wants me to. A small gasp escapes her as I lean in and whisper, “Do you want me to touch you, Charlie?”

“Yes,” she moans.

Instantly my hand finds her pussy, pushing her panties to the side as I push two fingers inside her, curving them slightly, almost immediately hitting the spot I'm looking for when she calls out my name.

Resting her head on my shoulder, she rocks her hips, trying to get more than what I'm giving her. I'm so pent up right now it's taking everything in me to drag out her pleasure. Slowly, I move my fingers in and out of her, my thumb finding her clit and just resting it there.

“You’re so wet for me. Such a good little whore trying to fuck my fingers.”

Her whimpering gets louder and I can feel her pussy begin to clench around me. Finally giving her clit the pressure she needs to bring her over the edge. Her hands grip me harder and her body shakes as I work her through her orgasm.

Pulling her head away, she rests it against the wall we’re pressed against, allowing me to study her face in the dim light. Breathing heavily, she locks her eyes to mine as a smile spreads across her face.

“More.”

I can't help but get a strange sensation that I've met my match in her.

I'm not sure what the object is that is next to us, it could be a desk or a freezer, a random piece of forgotten furniture, but it's the perfect height for what I have planned.

Reaching up, I bring both of her arms down behind her back, moving her body so I'm standing behind her. In one swift motion, I bring her dress up and over her hips, pressing my free hand on her back so her chest rests on top of the piece of furniture.

Unbuckling my belt, I pull it out of my pant loops in one swift motion, causing it to snap, cracking in the air around us. Wrapping it around her wrists, she’s a glorious sight to behold. Bent over, her hands restrained. I can see her pussy just catching enough of the dim light to glisten.

Unbuttoning my pants, I have no intention of taking things slow any more as I pull my cock free and drag it through her wetness, the sensation is overwhelming and I almost come there and then.

It's been six years since I've been with a woman, though not from lack of offers. But right here, now, Charlie is different to every one of them, and I can't quite figure out what it is.

“Fuck me, Porter,” she moans, wiggling her hips enough so that just my tip slips inside her. I can't help but let out a long groan as I follow through and push until I'm pressed to the hilt, the sensation overwhelming with the amount of need I have for her.

Steps come from the kitchen above us, the sounds of laughing and talking causes Charlie to stiffen around me. Rubbing my hands up her back, I lean over her slightly waiting to see what unfolds. A second passes, then another and I'm about to pull out, accepting the situation for what it is, grateful to have this taste of her affection.

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