Page 81 of Stay With Me

“When, in the decade I’ve known you, have I treated you in any way to make you think I could just use you for a physical relationship?”

I look away, facing the water. “You haven’t. But this isn’t just physical for me, and that frightens me.” My words are a whisper.

“Hey”—he uses a thumb and forefinger under my chin to turn my gaze back toward him—“it’s not just physical for me either. Come here.” He guides me out of my chair and onto his lap then he wraps me in his arms. He presses his mouth against my temple and says, “Never diminish what this is between us again, okay?”

“Okay,” I whisper.

I tilt my head back to look at Charlie’s handsome face, and the intensity in his eyes is consuming. One of his hands slips into the hair on the back of my head as he lowers his mouth to mine.

The kiss is slow and sensual at first, as our warm mouths meld together, expressing all the feelings we don’t have words for yet. After a few minutes like this, I’m convinced I would melt into a puddle if his arms weren’t around me.

Then the kiss becomes deeper, more frantic. I moan as his hand that’s been caressing just under the hem of my shorts slides up further, my panties growing wet with my desire for him. His hard length pressing against my ass shows me I’m not the only one feeling the passion our kiss has stoked from an ember into a flame.

I’m aching for more friction, so I pull back from the kiss and watch as confusion spreads over Charlie’s face. It’s quickly replaced by the hottest stare I could ever imagine when I stand, step out of my boots, slip off my T-shirt, then my shorts and panties, all while never tearing my eyes off of him. I bend forward, sure to keep my eyes on his—my breasts grazing his chest—and grab his waistband. “Lift,” I order. When he does, I slide his shorts down past his knees.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy, Em. Jesus Christ.”

I climb back onto his lap, sliding my legs through the gaps under the armrests, straddling him.

As soon as I’m near enough, I bring my mouth to his, resuming our kiss. His delicious hands are all over me—my breasts, my hips, in my hair—as I grind my wet center along the length of his swollen cock. If I tilt my hipsjustright, the head of his dick slides across my clit with the most salacious pressure. Charlie breaks our eye contact to look down at where I’m gliding over him, back and forth.

“That’s right, baby, grind on my cock until you come. Rub that gorgeous pussy all over it. Because when I’m inside you and you ride me, I’m not gonna last long and I need to see you come.”

“God, Charlie. Your words,” I moan as I squirm against him. “I’m so close.”

And then he slips a few fingers between us and coats them in my slick arousal, and I watch as he brings those fingers to his mouth and licks them clean. I fucking come undone. Throwing my head back, my pussy feels like it’s exploding with pleasure so rapturous I swear it’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. Yet, as I come down from it, I’m desperate for him to be inside me, to fill me.

“In me. Now,” I beg. “Help me fuck you. Please.”

And as I lift, Charlie positions his hard cock under me and slides me down onto him, just like I want him to. Like Ineedhim to.

“Faster. Harder,” I plead.

And he does just as I ask. Lifting me up and slamming me down onto his hard length just like I need it, until he can see on my face that I’m ready to take over again. He reads me like a damn book. Then, he lets me set the pace again, watching as I ride him.

It’s absolute bliss and I swear I didn’t think I could orgasm again after that first one, but I feel the familiar tightening deep in my center and I know I’m going to come a second time, while riding his cock.

Our moans fill the air around us and I love that I can be as loud as I want because there’s no one around for miles. I pick up the pace, falling deeper onto him until the waves of pleasure overtake me again and another orgasm consumes me. I don’t even try to stay quiet this time, screaming his name in the throes of my pleasure.

“Oh, fuck, Em. Your tight little pussy feels so good when it spasms”—thrust—“around”—thrust—“me.” And Charlie’s dick twitches in me as he spills his hot cum into my waiting pussy with a loud groan.

I collapse forward onto his chest, and he holds me together as we bask in the afterglow of the most amazing joining of our bodies, a light drizzle on our skin, cooling us from the hottest sex I’ve ever had.

After a few quiet minutes like that, Charlie speaks.

“Two things. First, I’m never going to fish down here again without remembering this. And… I have to tell Trina.”

CHAPTER31

CHARLIE

“My mom and Finn’s mom will be here around noon with the cake and drinks for tonight. Everything is set with the caterer to arrive at four-thirty, right?” Shayna whispers.

“Yes, don’t worry. I’ll be here to let everyone in.”

Shayna is standing in the living room waiting for Emily to finish getting dressed for their spa day. Today’s Emily’s twenty-eighth birthday and we’re having a party tonight. Emily knows about it but thinks it’s small and that we’re just having pizza.

“I’m coming!” Emily calls from upstairs as she shuts her bedroom door. Within a few seconds, she joins us downstairs. “Ready. Sorry I’m late. Let’s go.”

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