Page 10 of Charlotte
I push off Thomas’s shoulders and stand up. There’s a look of dazed lust and confusion on his face as I step back to put some space between us. I pull my phone out of my pocket and open the music app. I scroll through the songs I have, looking for something I can dance to. I find my playlist full of slow but sensual music that is perfect for this moment. I set my phone down on the table.
Realization flashes in Thomas's eyes, and he leans back in his seat. The cocky grin on his face would normally warrant me wanting to say something to remove it, but right now, at this moment, it’s the sexiest thing in the world.
I slowly spin and sway my hips, letting the music move over me like water on a rock. I lift my arms and fold them over my head, pleased that my tank top has lifted to show off my midriff. I run my hands down over my breasts to my waist and lift the shirt over my head, tossing it at him. I reach under my skirt and slowly pull the lace fabric of my panties down my legs. Thomas’s eyes widen, almost as wide as his smile.
"Take off your sweater," I tell him as the song changes to another.
He reaches behind his head and pulls off his sweater in one quick movement. I straddle his lap again and run my hands down the muscled contours of his chest. I playfully tug at the straps of my bra before reaching behind my back and unhooking the clasps, freeing my breasts. I toss the bra onto the floor and hold my arms up again as I swivel my hips on the bulge of his cock.
The restraint in Thomas’s expression looks like it’s about to give at any moment. So, I end his suffering, leaning forward and brushing one pebbled nipple against his lips. He can't hold back any longer, and he latches on with his hot mouth. I can feel his tongue circle the peak before his teeth nip gently.
As Thomas focuses his hands and mouth on my breasts, I reach between us and pop open the top button of his jeans. It doesn't take me long to find what I'm searching for when I pull back the fabric of his boxer briefs and grip the shaft of his cock. Stroking it up and down, I feel him harden even more from my touch.
I find my own resistance weakening when I hear Thomas groan and see his head roll back in pleasure. The need to feel him inside me takes over, and I stand up as much as I can and guide him to my entrance. I’m wet from the lead up to this moment, but it still takes my body a moment to adjust to the thick size of his cock, as I lower myself onto him.
I move slowly at first before I pick up the rhythm of my hips. Thomas puts his hands on my hips and gripping me like I’m a life preserver and he’s lost at sea. The pleasure builds as the friction between our bodies continue to move together.
I lean down and find his lips again for a deep kiss that makes me want more. I want to feel as close to him as possible, and he seems to understand what I need. Thomas wraps his arms around me and pulls our bodies against one another, making us one.
I can feel my release pushing me closer to the edge, but I hold on, wanting Thomas with me when I finally let go.
“Harder,” I breathe out.
Thomas doesn’t hesitate. He thrusts his hips up to push himself deeper inside me. We both reach the precipice at once, falling over the edge in each other’s arms as our release consumes us.
