Page 43 of Ghost of Ex-mas Past
Piece by piece, we undress each other. Under her sweatshirt is a tank top, and then a cotton bra that I pull over her head. Bea runs her hands over my chest, exploring my chest hair, pinches a nipple, and touches the tips of her fingers to where she bit me yesterday. The mark is still there, just light bruising with no broken skin.
Perfect.
I roll to the side and Bea follows. I kiss her slowly, running the back of my hands over her breasts and belly. Her areolas are so pale, I wouldn’t be able to tell where they start except that the skin gets even softer around her nipples. I stroke them with my thumb while Bea moans, breaking our kiss.
Bea gets louder and she whines. I reward her by reaching down into her pajama pants and panties, and finding her clit with my fingers.
“Charlie,” Bea snaps and grabs my wrist.
“What?” I tease her, the words against her lips.
“Can you please fuck me now?”
“I have to make sure you’re ready for me.” My fingers twitch, just barely brushing her clit.
“I’m ready,” she insists. “Charlie, I want you.”
“Prove it. Let go.”
She releases my wrist, and I press two fingers against her clit and slide them down and into her pussy. She gasps and squirms. I pump my hand and circle her clit with my thumb.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she whispers.
“So good. You’re so beautiful like this.”
“Charlie. Charlie,” she chants. “Oh god.”
“It’s going to be so good, isn’t it? I’m going to make you come, and then I’m going to fuck you all night. I’m going to take care of you, give you everything you need.”
Her eyes meet mine, half-lidded and sex-drugged. “Charlie. Can you...can you hold my throat?”
Fuck yes. I shift up, keeping my fingers inside her but sitting up enough to get my weight off my arm. My knees straddle one of her legs, and my hand is still pumping into her.
“Tap me twice to stop, okay? I’m going to be gentle though.”
She nods, and I set my hand on her throat, my thumb just at her pulse point and my fingers wrapped around the other side. I’m not applying much pressure, just enough so she can feel me.
So that she’s pinned beneath me.
She looks up at me, complete trust in her eyes. I would never hurt her, I would do anything for her, and that will never change.
This is what it’s like to love someone for most of your life.
I can feel her getting close.
“I’ve got you, beautiful,” I tell her. “Come for me.”
Bea comes, back bowing and her throat pressing up against my hand. Her body clenches around my fingers but I keep pumping, telling her how gorgeous she is and how good she feels.
After a few shudders, her whole body goes bowstring tight again, her pussy fluttering. Her eyes roll back and she bites her lip, hard. I can’t wait for those teeth to be biting down on me.
God, it feels like a dream to be here.
Finally, Bea twists away from me. “Okay, okay.” There’s laughter in her voice, and I carefully slip my fingers out and let her throat go.
Bea breathes hard for a few moments, her rib cage rising and falling, before she rolls her head over to look at me. She reaches down to where I’m still straddling her and grips my hard cock beneath my boxer briefs.
“Please.”
