Page 7 of Her Nightshade

His brows pulled together. “It doesn’t have to be physical yet,” he whispered, gently shaking his head.

“Then why did you ask me here?” I argued.

“Because I wanted to sit and talk with you over a drink, get to know each other better,” he said softly, a hint of sadness in his voice.

Suddenly, I felt like an asshole.

“So, that’s all you want, then?” he asked, and I became painfully aware of his arm still snug around me.

“For now, yes,” I replied honestly.

He bit his lip, staring at me for a moment, as if waging a war within himself.

“We don’t have to have sex, Charlie. We can chat for a bit, I can finish this drink, and then I’ll be on my way,” I added bluntly; the last thing I wanted was for him to feel pressured.

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “Don’t leave.”

He gently took the wine glass from my hand, set it on the small table beside us, and locked eyes with me again, intensity in his gaze.

My heart raced and my focus shifted to his lips, now just inches from mine. He was breathing heavily as his eyes fixated on my mouth. Then, without hesitation, his lips pressed against mine and we moved together effortlessly. I tangled my hands in his hair, pulling him closer, and instinctively, my leg draped over his lap.

“Wait,” he said, pulling away breathlessly, his hands now gripping my hips. “Let’s take this inside.”

4

Charlie

Ihadn’t planned on having sex with Ana so soon. I knew she was hesitant about meeting, and I wanted to make sure she felt as comfortable as possible. Yet, I still craved being close to her. I thought a cuddle would help her relax, that maybe she’d open up more without having to look me directly in the eye; I knew I was staring too much. But maybe the cuddle was actually more for me than for her. I wanted her in my arms so badly.

But she was so determined to make it clear why she was there and it stung a little. I knew we were both attracted to each other; I could see it in the way she looked at me. But I wasn’t the kind of guy looking for a one-night stand. I craved her attention in every possible way, and when she looked at me, I wanted nothing more than for her to stay. I feared that if we had sex, she’d leave and never talk to me again. But I couldn’t pass up the chance. I had to try.

Now, as we made out on my bed, her ample ass grinding against my hard cock through my jeans, I forgot everything else. Her full lips parted, and her hazel eyes burned with desire as she tugged on my hair, pulling my head back. I was ready and willing to drop to my knees and feast on her, make her come until the sun came up. When she slipped her sweater over her head, my hands immediately found the hook of her bra. She tossed the lacy black bra to the floor, arching her back as she rested her hands on my thighs, revealing her beautiful, big tits right in front of me.

My mouth instinctively found her nipple and she let out a soft moan as I teased her with my tongue, our eyes still locked on each other. Her hips continued rolling over my cock, and the tension built to an almost unbearable point—she was easily the sexiest woman I ever laid eyes on, and with her tits in my mouth, I was ready to come right then and there.

I grabbed her waist and lifted my hips, rolling us over until she was on her back. She watched me with a smile as I tugged her jeans down over her thick, irresistible thighs. My hands glided over her soft skin, gently grazing her thighs up and down, while I trailed kisses along the way, slowly working my way back up. I couldn’t help but grin as I saw the desire in her eyes, eagerly watching me. Then, she hooked her thumbs into her black, lacy underwear and slid them down, scooting back to sit upright against my pillows. My cock strained painfully against my clothing as I took in the sight of her completely nude body—her big tits softly bouncing as she laughed, the gentle rolls of her stomach so refreshingly natural and real—a reminder she wasn’t a stick-thin woman that this industry constantly celebrated, but a woman with curves, full and stunning.

I smiled back, though I wasn’t sure what she found so funny.

“What are you waiting for? Get naked for me,” she said playfully, clearly enjoying herself.

I immediately stood up, yanking my shirt over my head while kicking off my shoes at the same time. My eyes never left her as I quickly pulled off my jeans, and I watched in awe as she slid her hand between her legs, gently circling her middle finger against her clit. Her eyes widened slightly as she took in my body, finally settling on the outline of my hard cock straining against my boxer briefs.

“Naked, I said,” she ordered, her voice playful but demanding, snapping me out of my hesitation. It wasn’t that I wasn’t eager to fuck her—fuck, I was—but her gaze left me feeling unsure of myself for the first time in a while. She was so fucking beautiful, and now I was the one on display. I’d never gotten complaints before, but her opinion of me suddenly meant more than anything.

I slowly lowered my boxer briefs, letting my cock spring free, carefully watching her reaction. She bit her lip as she stared, clearly pleased. Her eyes met mine, full of desire, while her fingers continued to play with herself.

“Stroke yourself,” she commanded, her voice low and breathless.

I instantly spat into my palm, wrapping my hand around my cock and stroking slowly, afraid I wouldn’t last long. It was like watching the best fucking porn on the planet with her lying on my bed, touching herself.

Her finger moved faster as she watched me. “Do you want to fuck me?”

“Yes,” I answered without hesitation. “Please,” I begged.

She giggled, clearly pleased with my desperation. “Tell me how badly you want to fuck me.”

I felt precum gathering at the tip of my cock, throbbing with the need to be inside her.

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