Page 105 of Point of No Return

I can’t help myself.

Brushing my lips across the column of her throat, I smile when I feel her pulse racing. I press a kiss there, and a moan slips past her lips.

Images of her beneath me, tits bouncing and back arching, cloud my vision. I kiss a line up to her jaw, nipping at her ear when she lets out another gasp.

“I can’t stop thinking about the sounds you make when I fuck you.”

Her head tilts back for me, eyes closed, and she tugs me closer by my shirt. My hands wander from her waist down to her thighs, to the generous curve of them. Gripping the backs of her knees, I tug her legs open further and spy a flash of lace beneath the shirt she’s wearing. I grip her hips harder, pulling her to the edge of the counter.

She’s wearingmyshirt.Fuck.

Her voice is breathless. “You sound so certain…” One of my hands slips up her inner thigh, and she clears her throat as I brush more kisses behind her ear. “You sound so certain it will happen again. Dinner doesn’t change anything.”

I chuckle at her newfound confidence. Another gasp leaves her lips when my fingers brush over her center.Fuck.Even through her panties, I can feel how wet she is.

“You’ve always been prettiest when you lie to me,” I murmur against her neck. “Is that what you’re telling yourself, baby? That this won’t happen again?”

“Because it won’t,” she releases my shirt just as I drag her forward, grinding my cock against her. She groans when she feels what she does to me, and it’s the sweetest sound. “It. Won’t.”

She’s determined still, fighting me, pushing me, and if this doesn’t stop soon, I’ll end up fucking her right here in the middle of the kitchen.

“Skar,” she moans, and the sound of my name on her tongue is my last bit of restraint, out the window.

“Tell me it won’t happen again, Charlie,” I dare her. But I don’t stop. I drop to my knees in front of her.

Fuck, if seeing her look down at me isn’t the sexiest thing ever. Her eyes are wide as my fingers tug at the sides of her underwear, tilting her back until she’s on her elbows. She lifts her hips so I can drag the lace down her thighs. I abandon it on the floor behind us.

Her skin is flush as I drag her to the edge of the counter, one hand at either of her hips. “Tell me and I’ll stop right now,” I say, my breath fanning her pussy as she squirms.

I wait, just a second, and then I do what I’ve dreamt of doing for months. All objections are gone as soon as my tongue finds her clit. She bucks in my hands, fingers digging into my own as she cries out. She’s so wet and tastes so fucking sweet. She cries out again as I drag the flat of my tongue up her slit, devouring her, relishing every sound she makes.

I take every inch she’s willing to give, and her hands grip me tighter. She falls back onto her elbows when I find that spot that seems to drive her wild. Her hips buck forward, her sweet pussy weeping as I drag my tongue over her.

“Skar, please,” she begs as if I’m not already so hard it hurts. Her nipples pique through the fabric of her shirt, straining so hard that I know she’s desperate for relief.

I don’t give it to her- at least not yet. I trace my palm over her hip and down her thigh that’s already wet with arousal. I tease her slick folds with my thumb, loving how she bites down on her hand, her back arching further at the intrusion. Then I give her the friction she’s craving. I slide one finger in so slowly she gasps.

“Can you handle another?” I urge her, licking over her again as I slide in another digit.

God, I can only imagine how tight she’ll feel around me. Her moans are only getting louder, and the sound alone has me throbbing painfully in my pants. And she hasn’t even touched me yet.

“I can’t take it,” she pants, looking down at me with hooded eyes.

But I don’t stop. I add another finger, and she throws her head back as she stretches just to accommodate me.

“You take it so fucking well, baby.”

I could watch her like this for the rest of my life. Arching, begging, moaning for me. The thought consumes me, my body vibrating with need. I’m on the verge of taking her to bed and fucking her properly when a phone rings.

The ringtone sounds so shrill in my ears, especially when Charlie tenses against me, suddenly alert. Her eyes pop open, lifting to the spot where she left her phone abandoned.

“I- I have to get that,” she’s still breathless, and when I brush another kiss over her and fill her to the brim again, her eyes drift closed. “Skar,” her voice is like smooth silk, pleading with me. I give in too easily, reaching across and grabbing the phone to hand it to her.

She sits up, drawing away from me, but surprise lights her features when I drag her to the edge of the counter in front of me again. “Answer it.” My tongue finds that sweet spot again, and she clenches around me.

“Skar!” she chides quickly, but answers without looking, eyes squeezed shut as she muffles a moan. “What?” she demands.

Her voice is far too strained, and I smirk at the effect I have on her. I watch her, kissing the soft skin of her inner thighs, drawing lazy patterns with my tongue as she struggles to keep quiet.

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