Page 37 of Wild Child
“Give in to your desires for once. Live in the moment.”
She makes it sound so easy. And maybe it is.
I take a deep breath and let all the concern about doing the right thing go. Charlie’s in front of me, and I want her. And I’m going to take her.
My dick stirs beneath her touch, and I kiss her hard. My hand snakes up the bare skin of her neck and I grasp her around the throat, kissing her roughly. She whimpers into my mouth, and when I pull away, we’re both panting hard.
Slowly I unzip her leather jacket, exposing her pale chest and cleavage. I expect to find the cotton of a t-shirt, but when I unzip the jacket all the way, her breasts fall out, two bare orbs, the dusky nipples standing to attention.
She giggles at the astonished look on my face.
“You’re not wearing anything under your jacket.”
I can’t take my eyes off her breasts. The nipples are perfect peaks that harden under my gaze.
“Have you been like this all day?”
“My t-shirt got wet,” she says wryly.
A memory of the shower this morning flashes through my head and makes me twitch with desire.
“And the bra? Why aren’t you wearing a bra?”
Charlie shrugs like it’s no big deal. “I didn’t bring a spare.”
The thought of Charlie wearing nothing on top all day but her leather jacket makes my dick ache.
I can’t resist anymore. I grasp one swollen nipple in my mouth and swirl my tongue around the hard peak.
She moans and I move my attention to the other nipple, loving the taste of her. Her hands tangle in my hair as I explore her glorious breasts with my mouth.
A car passes us by, and I barely notice. There’s nothing in my awareness but the woman before me and the whimpers she makes as I caress her breasts, sucking each nipple into my mouth as my hands run over her skin.
I kiss down to her belly, and my fingers trace the outline of her leather pants.
“Please tell me you’re wearing panties.”
She chuckles. “You’ll have to find out.”
My hands tear at her zipper in my haste to see all of her. I want to touch every part of Charlie, to leave my mark and claim her as my own.
I undo the zipper and roll down the top of her leather pants. A flash of bright pink lace greets me. My heart races at the sight.
“Glad to see you brought spare panties.”
She arches an eyebrow. “I’m not an animal.”
I peel her trousers down and my hand slides around her butt, expecting to find the fabric of her panties, but instead I grab a handful of bare skin.
My breath hitches. My fingers trace the line of her panties, and I pull back to look at her.
“You’re wearing a g-string.”
A cheeky smile lights up her eyes. This woman’s full of surprises, and I’m the lucky guy who gets to uncover them.
“Jesus Charlie…”
She’s so perfect, and she doesn’t even know it. My cock twitches with every new discovery, impatient to claim her. But I’m also enjoying unwrapping her.
