Page 77 of If My Wishes Came True
“Why not?” I ask, barely able to stop myself from unraveling.
“Because I love the way you taste,” he says.
He slows his tongue and savors me, keeping me on the verge of orgasm for so long that by the time he lets me climax, it’s so goddamn intense, I’m seeing stars.
“So that’s how much you love me, huh,” I say afterward, when he’s lying beside me.
He shakes his head. “No…I’m only getting started.”
What happens between us next isotherworldly. Knowing how we feel about each other—believing wholeheartedly that we belong together—takes the sex to a level I didn’t realize existed.
Because it’s not just pleasure we’re experiencing. It’s pure, unadulterated joy.
In between sighs and moans, we whisperI love you, and smile, and kiss, and interlace our fingers, and marvel at how perfectly we fit together. Nothing has ever felt this right, and my body relaxes to let Charlie deeper inside me than ever before.
And when I come, it isn’t only in my core—it’s everywhere. A full-body orgasm that I thought was only a myth until now.
My climax is so intense that, when it’s done, I collapse ontothe bed next to my boyfriend and start giggling uncontrollably. Before I know it, there are tears streaming down my cheeks, but I feel absolutely euphoric.
Charlie brushes the hair off my face and kisses my tears. “If you weren’t smiling so wide, I’d be worried.”
“I have no idea what just happened,” I say, trying to catch my breath. “I’ve never had an orgasm like that in my life. It was so powerful—like my entire body was coming.”
My soulmate grins. “I was aiming for your G-spot. I guess it’s safe to say I found it.”
“Oh my god,” I gasp. “Isthatwhat that was?”
Charlie, being the highly skilled sex god he is, laughs at me. “You’re adorable.”
I giggle again and pull him close. “I love you.”
“I love you more.”
We’re up early the next morning because Charlie has to go into the office. While we’re sipping coffee in bed and he’s checking work messages on his phone, I get a new notification on mine. It’s an email from Vanessa, who’s in Barcelona, on the Spanish leg of her European tour.
Having the best time, but I miss you. Keep thinking of you whenever I walk into an art museum. I bet your work will be on display one day! And Tati Marie can say she discovered you, lol. Wishyou were here! Can’t wait to catch up when I get back. How’s it going with Charlie?
Smiling, I hit reply:
I’m so glad you’re having a great trip! I wish I were there, too. Although I did just have the best night of my life with Charlie. I can’t wait to fill you in soon. XOXO
The fact that Vanessa’s been thinking of me during her vacation makes my heart swell. Our friendship already feels closer than any other I’ve had, and I’m so grateful.
My phone chimes again, this time with a photo of Vanessa sitting on the serpentine bench at Park Guell. I recognize the famous monument, with its bright, multicolored mosaics, from studying the architect, Gaudi, in grad school. The view from the park is stunning, and I can’t help but fantasize about Charlie and I going there together one day. I let out a dreamy sigh.
“What’s up?” Charlie asks, turning to smile at me.
“My friend just emailed me from Barcelona,” I explain. “It looks so pretty. Have you ever been?”
“No…but I’ve always wanted to. It’s a travel photographer’s dream.” Charlie’s forehead creases the slightest bit.
I wonder if he had the opportunity to go, but turned it down because of work. It wouldn’t surprise me in the least.
“Which friend is this?” Charlie asks.
“She’s the one who found my therapist for me. She’s sosupportive, and?—”
Charlie’s phone dings, and he looks down at the screen. “Oh, man,” he sighs.
