Page 29 of Bad Luck, Hard Love
I lean in closer, my lips hovering just inches from hers. “You’re safe with me.”
I begin to kneel between her legs, her knees part wider to accommodate my body. She watches intently as my fingers trace higher, brushing against her pussy through her panties.
The heat radiating from her core sears through the flimsy fabric, and I can feel her dampness beginning to soak through. Slowly, teasingly, I apply gentle pressure with my fingertips, feeling the slickness of her arousal against my touch. She gasps, her back arching instinctively, and I can’t help but moan at the sight before me.
With every stroke, every featherlight caress against her sensitive flesh, her body responds with a symphony of quivers and trembles. Her breath hitches in her throat as she clings to the edge of the bed, her knuckles turning white.
I lean in closer, my hot breath ghosting over the fabric covering her most intimate part. “Do you want me to taste you?” The question hangs thick in the air. Charlotte nods eagerly, a wordless plea escaping her lips.
With measured control, I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties and slide them down her legs, leaving her completely bare before me. The sight steals my breath—her slick, aching need shimmering in the low light.
My mouth waters. I lean in, tongue flicking out to taste her, slow and deliberate.
“What’s your safe word, Charlotte?” I ask her.
“Zip-line,” she repeats.
“Good girl.”
A low moan escapes Charlotte’s lips as soon as my tongue touches her delicate flesh, sending vibrations of pleasure coursing through her body. I delve deeper, savoring every delicious taste she offers. The tangy sweetness of her arousal fills my senses, intoxicating me further.
“The sounds you make, Charlotte… sweet like an angel’s voice.”
My fingers slip between her slick folds, exploring the wetness that coats her entrance. I tease and stroke her swollen clit with increasing intensity, matching the rhythm of my tongue against her sensitive flesh. Charlotte’s moans grow louder, echoing through the room as she loses herself in the waves of pleasure crashing over her.
I can feel her body trembling beneath me, her legs quivering as her orgasm builds. With each flick of my tongue and curl of my fingers, she edges closer to the precipice of release. I continue to push her higher, determined to take her to the pinnacle of ecstasy.
Her grip on the edge of the bed tightens, her knuckles turning white with the intensity of her pleasure. I can sense her need for release. And with a final, deliberate stroke, I bring her to the brink.
“Give it to me, sweetheart. Let go.”
Charlotte cries out, a guttural sound that fills the air as a powerful orgasm crashes over her. Her body convulses beneath me, muscles clenching and releasing in delicious waves of bliss. I keep my touch gentle and steady, riding out the aftershocks until she finally collapses onto the bed, breathless and satiated.
As she lies there panting, a satisfied smile graces her lips. She reaches out for me. Her hands go to my fly, but I stop her.
“No.”
“No? But I thought?” Hurt and confusion on her pretty face.
“I’d love nothing more than to be inside you right now. I may regret this later, but tonight isn’t about me. It’s about you.”
“I don’t understand.”
I sit back on my heels, eyes locked on Charlotte’s flushed face.
Taking a steadying breath, I gather my thoughts.
“Charlotte, you deserve to be the center of attention tonight,” I say softly. “I don’t want anything in return.”
“What if I want you? What if I want to feel you inside me?”
“We have time for that, sweetheart. I meant it. Tonight, it’s about you.”
Charlotte reaches out and takes my hand in hers, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. “I’ve never had someone put me first like this.”
I lean in closer, my lips brushing against her forehead. “You should have always been worshiped, Charlotte,” I say softly. “Just trust me and let go.”
And she does. I worship her body until she drifts off to sleep in my arms, satisfaction and exhaustion pulling her under. Shifting her away from my body, I stalk to the bathroom. When I return, Charlotte is sprawled out in the middle of the bed like a starfish, her arms and legs outstretched, taking up the space.
