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‘No. I don’t want it to be with a condom. Not with you. I’m on the pill, and I had a check-up forever ago, when my last relationship ended.’ She gazes up at me. Her eyes are still glazed. Hooded. Having this woman underneath me like this makes me feel so much I can barely breathe.
‘Me too,’ I manage shakily. ‘You sure, sweetheart?’
She nods and hooks an arm around my neck, pulling me down on top of her. Her legs wrap around me. Her mouth finds mine. She rolls her hips against me, and I can’t fucking wait anymore.
CHAPTER 26
Elodie
‘Come on,’ I tell him. ‘I need you.’
I do. I need Charlie buried deep inside me. I need the pressure. The thrusts. That feeling that it’s almost too much to bear, that I’m on the right side of overwhelm.
And after the things he’s said to me tonight, things that suggest he’s held a torch for me for some time and that made my insides go hot and melty, I can’t wait to see how he’ll do this. Whether he’ll rail me, as Zara predicted, or make love to me. Whether he’ll be dirty or intense or both. Talkative or silent but deadly. Whether?—
Oh, fuck.Fuck. He pulls up and thrusts, and I gasp. Spread my knees so I can fit him. My eyes go wide and I hold his gaze. His expression tells me he means serious business. He bites down on his full lower lip as he thrusts again, and holy mother of God. He’s in, and I’m so full my skin beads with sweat despite the cool evening.
I adjust my position a little. Stretching myself. Accommodating him. Suspended for a moment in the most incredible limbo, where the sensation of fullness is so great that it feels like a great load is bearing down on my chest. I can scarcely breathe. I reach up to cup his jaw, our eyes meeting inanI can’t believe this is finally happeningmoment of triumph. His stubble is growing already. The friction of it when he went down on me was amazing.
He begins to move. Slow, lazy thrusts like he’s getting his bearings. Seeing how much I can take. Refusing to let me look away from those dark, hooded eyes.
As if I could look away.
I clamp down on his muscular shoulders and hang on. It’s like the beginning of a roller coaster ride, when it starts off gently, but you know it’s going to show no mercy once it builds.
‘Last weekend,’ he huffs out. ‘At the palace.’
‘Yeah?’ I squeak.
‘I have never wanted anything in my life’—thrust—‘as much as I wanted to fuck you up against that wall.’ Thrust. ‘Or at least get my cock out and shoot my load all over those gorgeous bare ass cheeks of yours.’ Thrust.
Okay then.
I’m getting an idea of which approach he’s going with.
And I like it.
The memory of when he had me up against that wall hits me afresh. I definitelyimagined things going that way too, both when he was bringing me to climax and pretty much every night in bed since then.
‘I wanted it, too,’ I manage. Now that my muscles have relaxed enough to accommodate him, his drives are bold, smooth, but his size and the impact of having him move inside me makes it hard to breathe, let alone speak. ‘Is that what you thought about, when you got yourself off afterwards?’
He sucks in a breath through his teeth. ‘Fuck, yeah, but also I thought about how you felt when you came. Clenched around my fingers. The noises you made. How I couldn’t survive without hearing them again.’
‘You’ll hear them again.’ I dig my nails into his shoulders. ‘And it’s still three-one to me.’
He groans and dips his head, kissing me hungrily. I let my hands roam over him. His arms are braced either side of my face, his triceps rock-hard. His back is flawless, his bum clenched hard and so divine I remind myself to get closer to it later. There’s nothing else but him. On top of me. Surrounding me. Consuming me from the inside. The pressure is building. Morphing into something, the edges of which shimmer at the edge of my consciousness as Charlie moves slickly against me. Again. And again. And again.
‘Let’s make it four-two,’ he grits out, sliding a hand under my knee and tugging my leg over his shoulder.
Wow. The change in angle gets him even deeper than I would have thought was physiologically possible. The tightness in my chest is greater. The shimmering pleasure builds. I’m pure sensation. I feel it everywhere in my body.
‘Amen,’ I croak. We’re both slick with sweat. Tingles light up my body, inside and out. Charlie’s mouth is on mine, his tongue matching his dick stroke for stroke, his hand clamped down on my bum, holding me flush against him as he bottoms out deep within me, over and over.
And I break. The pleasure that’s built somewhere far inside me courses over me in a spectacular tidal wave that renders me blind and dumb, my mouth stretched open in a silentOas I arch and buck against Charlie.
‘Fucking hell,’ he groans. ‘I can feel you coming on my cock. JesusChrist, sweetheart.’
As I come down from my blinding orgasm, Charlie digs his fingers hard into my ass and lets himself go over the top, dragging out my name in an agonising groan as he shudders and empties himself into me. I cling to him, my lips dragging over his skin as he pulses inside me.
