Page 25 of Without You
The rhythm of his hips faltered and he muttered an expletive. “Charisse,” he groaned.
Yes, she belonged to him tonight. But he belonged to her, too.
He pressed his face into the side of her neck and slid a hand down to her clit. He started moving again. All the while he played with the little damp bundle of nerves. He needed to push her faster toward climax so he wouldn’t come before she did.
Mere seconds later, the wave of an orgasm undulated from where Terrence was buried inside her, and rippled with great force throughout her entire body. She cried out in relief. Overwhelmed. Overjoyed. Completely consumed.
He continued to ride her as wave after wave seized her muscles. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he said in a hoarse, trembling voice.
Then he came, too, with a loud shout. His arms crushed her to him as he rammed into her over and over.
Their ravenous appetite for each other ended with them both collapsed on the bed, panting, spent, and sated.
* * *
Charisse remained unmoving in bed,listening to the stillness of late morning. She knew it was late because sunlight poured through the sheer drapes. She and Terrence spent most of the night screwing like they only had twenty-four hours to live and the survival of humanity depended on them.
Her bottom and legs butted up against his warm body, and she knew without turning over that he was awake.
“Morning,” he said, his voice a rough rasp. He knew she was awake, too.
“Morning,” she replied.
Terrence moaned and the bed moved as he stretched. Then a heavy dark arm landed across her waist and he nuzzled her shoulder blade.
“Feel so good waking up next to you,” he whispered.
Her hand covered his. Though conflicted about what to do next, she enjoyed this moment, too. Waking up next to him was comforting and didn’t feel odd or peculiar.
She knew he’d dozed off when his even breathing sounded in the room. What seemed like only minutes later, her eyes flew open. She’d fallen asleep, too, at some point, exhausted from the night of sexual gymnastics. But a noise woke her up. She cocked her head.
Someone was in the house.
“Terrence,” she whispered in a panic, nudging him with an elbow.
“What’s—”
“Shh!” Charisse whispered fiercely. “There’s someone in the house.”
“T?” a female voice said a distance away. She recognized that voice. It was Kim, his current flame. What was she doing here?
“Oh, shit,” Terrence muttered. He sat up in the bed, obviously intending to stop her in the hall, before she came into the room.
“Babe, you here?” Kim called. She pushed on the slightly ajar door.
Charisse’s eyes widened and she scrunched down into the sheets, wishing she could disappear.
Kim halted before she stepped a foot over the threshold, mouth falling open. “What’s going…?” She stared at them in bed together. “You son of a bitch!” she screamed. “I thought I would surprise you.” Tears filled her eyes. She looked at him, then Charisse, then him again. “You didn’t want me to come because you knew you’d be here withher. You’re despicable!”
“Kim, listen to me—” Terrence said.
“I hate you!” she screamed.
She swung around and rushed down the hall.
Charisse covered her head with the blanket and closed her eyes. If Kim had snatched the linens from the bed and scratched her eyes out, she wouldn’t have blamed the younger woman.
“Hold on!” she heard Terrence call. “Charisse, I’ll be right back.”
