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“That’s because of the things you do to me.”
“I’ll take the blame for making you wet all day long. It’s boosting my confidence.” Lifting my panties to one side, he pushed my legs apart and slid a finger over my folds. “I like that you left some hair. Some women shave it all off and I’m not into that little girl look.”
“Good, because I like my triangle… ohhh…” I ended my sentence in a moan when Charles lowered his head and licked me.
“Relax. I just want to taste you.”
The TV was showing some movie that neither of us paid attention to. My eyes were closed and I was on sensory overload with his tongue licking me like I was his favorite treat. Looking down it was surreal to me that the man I’d thought of as unattainable was giving me oral sex. Not only was he amazing at it, but he was in no hurry to move on either.
With my hands in my hair, I moaned and gave in to the sensation of being pampered by him, and then he inserted his middle finger and the feeling of having a part of him inside me felt intimate and bonding. “Mmmm.”
“Just pretend it’s my cock.” His voice was low and gruff as he added another finger and moved in and out of me. Never had anyone fingered me like this and from the sound of it, I was producing all the moisture he needed to push a third finger inside me.
“Ahhh…”
“That’s right, moan for me. I wanna hear what you’ll sound like when I shove more than my fingers inside you.”
I kept my eyes closed and my head tilted backward. My face scrunched up from the slight pain of being fingered so fiercely, but I still arched up begging for more. “Yes, oh, yes… ahhh.”
“That’s right. Now be a good girl and come on my hand.” His voice was low and raw like he was beyond horny himself.
“Mmmm… Charles, how do you…? Ahh, jeezus… it feels so good.”
“That’s because your pussy knows it belongs to me.” He was patient and kept finger fucking me and talking dirty until I grabbed on to his strong shoulder and cried out my orgasm.
“That’s right, Saffron, come for me.”
He dipped his head and sucked on my clit, sending me into a tailspin of a powerful orgasm that took my breath away. All I could do was moan out his name. “Yes Charlie, yeeess…”
I was still reeling from the climax when he moved to lie next to me. With a satisfied smile on his face, he kissed my shoulder and waited for me to look at him.
“I like that you’re a screamer.”
“I’m not a screamer.” If my cheeks hadn’t already been flushed red from my orgasm, he would have seen my embarrassment.
“You are! And my favorite part was when you screamed out my name.” He kept smiling as I got under the cover again.
“I’ll admit that I moaned.”
Getting under the cover with me, he kissed me. “Prepare to moan a whole lot more because I’m not done with you.”
“Where did you learn how to talk dirty like that? And the way you kiss and…”
He waited for me to finish my sentence.
“Who taught you to pleasure a woman like that?”
“Ah, so I take it that you’re pleased with my skills?”
“Wow.” I laughed. “I should take a picture of the smug smile on your face right now. You’re so proud of yourself.”
Raising a hand in the air, Charles grinned. “You just admitted that I’m a great lover; why wouldn’t I be happy?”
It occurred to me that he had fewer tics than earlier. “Hey, what happened to your tics?”
“They come and go. I get them when I’m nervous and sometimes just for no reason at all, but it helps when I’m distracted.”
“Are you saying I’m a good distraction?”
