Page 100 of Duty Compromised
I took my time, relearning her body with mouth and hands. A year ago, she’d been self-conscious about being naked in daylight, always calculating angles and probable visual assessment. Now, she arched into my touch, confident and demanding.
My mouth found her breast, tongue circling her nipple until it peaked hard against my lips. Her hands tangled in my hair, holding me there, and when I scraped my teeth gently across the sensitive bud, she made a sound that went straight to my cock.
“Ty,” she gasped as I slid my hand down her stomach, slipping my fingers beneath her bikini bottoms. “Please…”
She was already wet for me, slick and hot, and when I found her clit with my thumb while sliding two fingers inside her, her whole body bowed.
“That’s it,” I murmured against her breast. “Let go for me.”
She moaned softly, her hips rocking against my hand as I worked her higher. Her nails dug into my scalp, making my cock twitch from the small bite of pain. I loved how freely she voiced her desire. She’d never held back her responses or sounds from me. And now, she was even more vocal with her pleasure, more comfortable in her body. It was a beautiful sight to see.
“More,” she demanded, and fuck, if Demanding Charlotte wasn’t my favorite version of her.
I dropped to my knees, pulling her bikini bottoms down with me. She stepped out of them, then gasped as I threw one of her legs over my shoulder, opening her to my mouth.
“Oh God,” she breathed as my tongue found her clit.
I took my time, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on her clit, using everything I’d learned about what drove her wild. When I slid two fingers back inside her while sucking her clit, she cried out, her hands scrambling for purchase on the wet cedar walls.
“Ty, I’m going to?—”
I curled my fingers, finding that spot inside her that made her see stars, and she shattered. Her whole body shook as she came, my name a broken cry on her lips. I worked her through it, drawing out every wave until she was pushing at my shoulders, oversensitive.
I stood, kissing my way back up her body. She was boneless against the wall, breathing hard, that particular smile on her face that meant she was about to return the favor.
She wrapped her hand around my cock, and I groaned at the contact. “Charlotte?—”
“My turn,” she said, already starting to drop to her knees, but I caught her.
“Not this time. I need to be inside you.”
Her eyes darkened. “Yes.”
I lifted her easily, her legs wrapping around my waist as I pressed her back against the wall. When I slid into her, we both groaned at the sensation. She was so wet, so perfect around me, that I had to pause for a moment to keep from embarrassing myself like a teenager.
“Move,” she demanded, nipping at my ear.
I did, starting with slow, deep thrusts that made her moan with each one. The water cascaded over us, the sun warm on my back, and Charlotte in my arms—it was perfect. She was perfect. We were perfect together.
“Harder,” she gasped, and I gave her what she wanted, driving into her with enough force to make her cry out. The sound echoed off the walls, and I loved that she didn’t try to muffle it.
“Look at me,” I said, and she did, those green eyes bright with arousal and something deeper. “I love you.”
“I love you too. Always.” Her head fell back as I shifted the angle, hitting deeper. “Oh God, right there?—”
I kept the angle, driving into her again and again until I felt her starting to tighten around me. “Come for me, beautiful.”
She did, with a cry that probably scared the seabirds, her whole body clenching around me. The feel of her coming on my cock, the sounds she made, the way she said my name—it sent me over the edge too. I came hard, burying myself deep as my orgasm crashed through me.
We stayed there for a moment, both breathing hard, still joined. Then Charlotte laughed, soft and happy.
“Now we’re definitely going to be late for dinner.”
“Worth it,” I said, carefully lowering her to her feet.
We actually showered then, washing each other with slow, lazy touches. As we dried off in the bedroom, Charlotte wrapped in a towel and searching through her suitcase for something to wear, I knew it was time.
“Hey,” I said, pulling on shorts. “I need to tell you something.”
