Page 61 of The Rest is History
‘Sit,’ he orders, and I park myself on the solid counter, in front of neatly packaged reams of printing paper and God knows what else. My dress swings open around me.
He steps between my legs, nudging them open with his body, and kisses me hungrily.
‘You’re about to make me so happy, sweetheart,’ he whispers, and then he’s on his knees in front of me, holding my legs apart with his hands while he moves his mouth along my thigh.
Oh myGod.
‘Oh my God.’ He exhales, and it’s a warm puff on my thigh. ‘Fuck, El. I’ve wanted this for so long. You have no idea.’
He kisses up my inner thigh. I watch the wavy top of his head, the blessed sight of his nose and lips travelling along my leg. Andthen he turns his head and his mouth finds my centre, and the shock of his tongue there is electric. Like I’ve been plugged in. We both groan.
He looks up at me, a dazed, dirty grin on his face. ‘I fucking knew it,’ he says. ‘Told you you were exquisite, didn’t I?’
‘Yes,’ I manage.‘Charlie.’
‘I know, sweetheart.’ He lowers his face again, his tongue drawing lazy lines from my opening to my clit, over and over, lingering just enough on my bundle of nerves to tease me. To wind me tighter and tighter, a lick at a time.
The sensation’s building now. Flooding my whole centre with warmth. But it’s not enough, and he knows it. My head falls back, and I lower myself onto my elbows, pushing myself against him as hard as I can, desperate for friction.
‘That’s it,’ he murmurs. ‘Best thing I’ve ever tasted in my life. Wish I had you naked, sweetheart. I wish I was inside you right now.’
I moan. ‘I want you so badly. So badly. I need you to fuck me really, really soon.’
My words must ignite something in him, because he makes his tongue taut and flat and homes in on my clit with deadly focus. His fingers find my entrance and push in, and I cry out at the sudden pressure on my inner walls, on my clit. This is what I need. This rhythmical, relentless onslaught isperfect.
The warmth at my core turns to searing heat. My entire consciousness is focused on the next rough lick Charlie will grant me. The next thrust of his fingers. The cadence of my moans syncs with his movements. My breath hitches, and I stiffen as white-hot heat floods my entire body. My nerve endings sing, and a world of colour explodes behind my eyelids. I’m wracked with shudders as pure, endless ecstasy courses through my limbs, Charlie coaxing its ripples out with lavish laps of his tongue and deep pulses of his fingers.
And when I’ve ridden my orgasm out and my shudders have quieted, he presses a kiss to my centre and gets to his feet, raining kisses up the path from my pubic bone to my chest. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and kisses my mouth.
‘Fucking heavenly,’ he tells me, his blue eyes radiating emotion. ‘That was the biggest privilege of my life.’
I gaze up at him through a sated fog. This man has just ruined this woman.
‘Er, I’m pretty sure I was the one having an earth-shattering time there,’ I tell him.
‘Nope. It was better for me.’ He puts his arms around me and hauls me up to sitting, moulding me to him and kissing me deeply. I cling to him, a slack, post-orgasmic mess. He’s even harder than he was, and I reach between us, not giving a shit that we’re at school.
When I cup him through his chinos, he groans.
‘Charlie. I really, really want to make you come. So badly.’
‘Not necessary,’ he grits out.
‘Yes, it is.’
I’m unzipping his flies, seconds away from getting my hands on his gorgeous, impressively hard dick, when the bell goes for the end of lunch.
He presses his forehead to mine despairingly, his breath coming in ragged huffs. ‘Nooo.’
I push his chinos past his hips. ‘Let’s see how quick we can be.’
‘Nope.’ He laughs and grabs my wrist. ‘We don’t have time. We need to get you dressed.’
‘No way.’ I hold up two fingers. ‘It’s two-nil to me right now. You can’t go out like that—you’ll look like a paedophile.’
‘Let’s get you out of here, and I’ll sort myself out.’
‘Again? You’re spending a lot of time with your fist this week.’
