Page 38 of Charlie
Our lips met and we were back to kissing just like we had earlier, only this time, Charles intensified it and let his tongue twirl around mine in a way that ignited every nerve ending on my body.
“Who taught you to kiss like this?” My question was swallowed by our kissing, and he didn’t answer.
Instead, he raised his hand to my throat and squeezed a little while looking into my eyes. “Before this goes too far, I need to know: do you have a condom?”
“No.”
“Are you on the pill?”
“No.”
He groaned again and pulled me on top of him. We still had clothes on but his hard cock felt amazing as I pressed against it. With his hands on my hips, he steered me to ride him while pulling me down for more kissing.
It had been years since I’d made out like this with my clothes on. Being twenty-six, I was eager to get to the real thing. I’d complained to my friends about boyfriends not taking their time with foreplay, but with Charles there was an urge inside me to feel him inside me. “Why don’t you have a condom?”
He pulled back. “Because I didn’t expect this.”
Leaning my forehead against his, I kept rocking my hips back and forth against him. “Your briefs are going to be wet from my juices.”
“Mmmm… just the thought of your moist pussy makes me want to fucking rip your clothes off.” His voice was breathy as he was kissing me down my neck. “We could go out and buy a large box of condoms and stay in bed all night and tomorrow too.”
A dazed part of my brain was flaring up with warning signs. “We can’t.” My voice sounded strange, like I didn’t want to say the words.
Charles growled against my neck. “Why not?”
“I’m not that kind of woman. I don’t do sex outside of a relationship and we haven’t defined our relationship.”
Rolling us around, Charles got on top of me and grabbed onto my hair with both his hands. “Then define it!”
“Okay. For me a relationship means exclusivity and trust.”
“Good. I want that with you.” His eyes were shining with intensity.
“So, we agree that we’re taking this to the next level then?”
“We already did when you took my hand on the bus. I’m not fucking around. I want you, Liv, and I want to see where this thing goes.”
“Same.”
“Say that you’re my girlfriend then.” Charles had a challenging look in his eyes, like he didn’t think I’d do it, but I didn’t hesitate.
“I’m your girlfriend.”
“Yeah?” It was such a turn-on to hear how full of disbelief his voice was, but then he’d never been in a committed relationship.
“Yes.”
“You’re my girlfriend?”
“Yes.” I bit his lower lip when we kissed. “And you can tell that to all those attractive women at the mastermind group. Don’t even think about giving out any more samples of yourself, because you’re mine now and I want the whole package for myself.”
“Greedy.” His eyes were shining with delight. “That’s fine because I’m not sharing you either.” He pulled my t-shirt off and buried his head between my breasts.
My hands lifted his shirt, signaling for him to take it off. He complied and I was blown away by how sexy he looked bare-chested. Charles was fit, but not in that sculpted way that comes with eating on a diet and living in a gym. He was just right, with meat on his bones and muscled arms and chest that revealed he took care of himself.
“I knew you’d be perfect under that shirt.” I smiled at him as he tugged down my shorts. Throwing them down on the floor he placed kisses on my stomach and let his right thumb slide down along my panties.
“You were right. The fabric is soaked.” His lips kissed my pelvis bone while his thumb stroked across my clit on top of my panties.
