Page 28 of Wild Child
“I need you.”
He groans at my words and grinds his hips into me. My hand runs down his taut chest and past the pubic bone until I grasp him in my hand.
“Charlie…” He groans as I stroke him, needing both my palms to cover the length.
His hand slides over my panties, and even through the fabric, the sensation sends a shot of intense pleasure through me.
I cry out, and my head slams into the wall as my eyes roll backwards. One hand falls from his cock and with the other I squeeze him tight, not knowing what I’m doing any more.
“Tilt your hips forward,” he commands.
I do as he says and am rewarded when his fingers circle my sensitive nub.
“You’re going to come for me, Charlotte, like a good girl.”
Even during this intimate moment, Quentin can’t help giving commands. I like the way he orders me around in his gruff army sergeant voice.
One hand slides around my ass and grips it tight while the other explores my most intimate places. Although I’ve still got my panties on, the sensations are intense. I’d prefer there not to be a barrier between us, but at least he’s touching me.
“Come for me, Charlie.”
The pressure builds, and I grip him hard. “Don’t worry about me. Focus on you, Charlie.”
I do as I’m told, and with a final stroke the pressure breaks and I explode on his palm. Waves of pleasure and heat roll through my body, and I cling onto him as the orgasm shakes my world.
Intense sensations roll over my body, and for a moment I can’t hear anything. Then the feel of water hitting my legs andthe pounding of the shower against the tiles brings me back to earth.
When I open my eyes, Quentin’s watching me intently. His hands are still pressing into my pussy, and he moves them slightly. A new pressure begins to build.
“You’re beautiful, Charlotte.”
No one’s ever called me that before without my makeup on. And the intense way he’s looking at me makes me think he means it.
His palm moves against me, and by now my panties are soaking wet from the shower and my own juices. I must look startled, because he looks concerned.
“Are you okay?”
“I’ve never done this before,” I confess.
His eyes widen, and his hand stills. “You’re a virgin?”
There were plenty of boys in the various towns where we lived in California who wanted to do it with me, but I never felt like I wanted to be close with any of them.
“I’ve never wanted to be intimate with anyone until I met you.” He frowns, and a pang of uncertainty pierces my gut. “Is that a problem?”
He takes a few breaths and withdraws his hand from my panties. I shake my head quickly back and forth.
“Oh no you don’t. We’ve started this, Quentin; we need to finish it.”
“That was before I knew you were a virgin.”
“What difference does that make?”
He runs a hand over his bristles. “It’s big, Charlie. It’s a big responsibility. Is that what you want? You think I’m the right candidate to lose your virginity to?”
I stare at him, uncomprehending. “Stop making a big deal out of everything, Quentin. I never met anyone I wanted to sleep with before. Then I spend two days in a van with you, and mybody is acting like it’s missing a limb and you’re that limb. I want you. That’s all there is to it. Don’t over think it.”
I reach for his cock, and he turns away.
