Page 78 of Stay With Me

When she does as I tell her and splays her palms against the tile, resting her head back as well, I add more pressure to her clit and slip a second finger into her. “You’re fucking perfect. Everything about you.”

She moans in pleasure. Whether at my words, my hands, or both, I don’t know.

Within a minute or two she’s grinding against my hand, crying out with pleasure just before she screams my name and her pussy clamps down around my fingers. She falls over the edge into the first of many orgasms I plan to give her tonight. And, fuck, I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than Emily as she comes.

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EMILY

Holy hell. I’m half unconscious from the pleasure Charlie just drew from my body, so I can only stand here in a blissful daze as he dries me off after our shower. I can’t take my eyes off his thick cock, wanting it in my hands, my mouth, my body. I’m sure I’m grinning like a drunken fool as he chuckles while drying himself off, never removing his eyes from me.

He takes both towels and tosses them down a laundry chute I didn’t know was there, then saunters toward me, appraising me with his eyes. When he gently cups my cheeks in his hands and lowers his alluring lips to mine, my heart bounds in my chest. With our history of having kissed twice before—both times ending with Charlie stopping things—a part of me is afraid that, despite what just happened in the shower, he might change his mind. But there is no hesitancy in this kiss.

His expert tongue explores my mouth tantalizingly slow, each stroke increasing my need for more from him. He caresses my bare skin with his calloused hands.

I pull back from the kiss and reach for his hand, taking it in mine, then lead him into the bedroom.

Charlie stops me just before we get to the bed.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive. I have thought about this more times than I care to admit.” I walk the rest of the way to the bed and lie on it. Charlie positions himself on his side next to me. Over the next several minutes, propping himself up with one arm, he uses his free hand to stroke up and down my body, as if he needs to touch as much of me as possible in one night. I watch him as he plants kisses in random spots. The inside of my wrist. My hip bone. My rib cage just below my breast. Spots I never knew could feel so good. But when he kisses them, nerve endings shoot pleasure to my core and an aching desire for him grows within me.

“I can’t believe I get to touch you like this.” His voice is hushed, reverent, and he never takes his eyes off my body.

“You’re making me crazy. Please,” I beg.

He doesn’t stop his sensual exploration of me but whispers against my shoulder, “Please what? Use your words. I want to hear exactly what you want. Feel free to use that filthy mouth I know you have.”

Okay, Charlie. You want my words? You’ll get them.

I place my hand over his to stop it from moving, which draws his gaze back up to mine.

“Charlie, I’m clean and I’m on the pill, so if you’re clean, then I want you to take that hard cock of yours and fuck my aching pussy until I can’t see straight. And I want you to do it bare.”

His eyes are so wide, I swear they’re going to pop right out of his head. His pupils dilate until only a tiny fraction of the gorgeous hazel color is visible on the edge of the darkness.

“Jesus, that mouth of yours.” He kisses me and moves over top of me. “I fucking love it. Always have, but especially now.”

I spread my legs for him, making room for him to fit between them, and we both groan when his dick presses against my bare skin. When he takes his cock in his hand and teases me, rubbing it along my slit, I nearly jump off the bed.

“Shit, you’re already so slick for me,” he groans out.

He bends down and draws one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking and scraping his teeth against my skin as he continues stroking between my warm folds with his swollen cock. My nails dig into his back and my hips push up into him, needing more.

“Please,” I beg.

Without hesitation, he gives me what he knows I want. What I need. The sensation of him filling me as he slides into my pussy makes me cry out with pleasure. Our gazes fix on each other as our bodies join and find their rhythm together. And the pleasure, it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. No words cross our lips, but our eyes speak volumes as we continue to bring our bodies together in an expression of not only our physical need and desire, but of deep emotional connection as well.

We’re making love. There’s no question in my mind that’s what this is.

As the intensity builds within me, Charlie must read it in my eyes because he moves faster and pushes harder. I thrust my hips up to meet his.

“That’s it, baby. Take what you need. Let me watch that beautiful face of yours while you come again. I didn’t think you could be more stunning until I saw you come in the shower. You’re so damn beautiful, Emily.”

I cry out in pleasure as my orgasm explodes through my body. It’s like every nerve ending in my entire being is firing with pleasure. And as I’m coming, I feel his cock spasm inside me and his warmth filling me, our mutual moans filling the air.

When we come down from the high, Charlie holds himself up with one arm and wraps the other around my waist, then flips us over so I’m on top of him. Most impressively, he does it all while we’re still joined. I rest my head on his chest, and he rubs my back with one hand and strokes my hair with the other. The only sound is our panting as we catch our breath.

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