Page 17 of Charlotte
Physically she is getting stronger every day. She refuses to take the pain pills more than once a day and only then so she can try to sleep a little. She insists on trying to ‘take care’ of me. She wants to cook, clean, and wash clothes. It has been a challenge to keep her from over doing it. While I know that she can’t just lay around in bed all day, it doesn’t keep me from wanting to keep her there.
Charlotte has called her children every night to update them on her progress. Justin is still skeptical of me and my intentions. Charlotte has laughed off his constant questions about our housing arrangements. If he were brave enough, he would ask outright if we were having sex, but I think his mother has enough bluff on him to keep him from asking. Sara is another matter altogether. Charlotte has informed her more than once it’s none of her business. We have been getting closer and closer to the final act.
Just last night we got carried away in lust. I only meant to kiss her goodnight, but my hand slipped under her t-shirt and began to gently caress her skin. My hand moved of its own accord to cup her left breast. Her nipple hardened at my touch and she arched up toward the contact. That urged me to keep going. Her breasts are large and soft. So easy to knead and squeeze. They are more than one hand can hold. Her hands are on my head. Her fingers run through my hair, encouraging me to continue my assault on her body. Lifting her shirt, my head slips under the hem to suck her right breast into my mouth. Exploding with desire, I feel her wetness on my thighs as I continue to suck and nip her nipple. My right hand is on her left breast, but I need to touch her essence. My hand leaves her left breast and she moans in protest at the loss of my hand. Her breath hitches when I slide my hand down between her thighs. I grip her mound and caress it, rubbing against her clit, briefly. My fingers slide under her damp panties and slip between her hot, wet folds. A moan escapes my throat at the feel of her slick warm channel.
“You’re so wet for me.” I growled. “So ready for me already.”
She didn’t respond with words, just bucked her hips to meet the thrust of my finger. It’s still painful for her to move, but she is desperate to forget. I place my left hand over her lower abdomen and hold her still, preventing her from moving her hips. I’m not trying to be an asshole but keep her from hurting herself. My finger slides in and out of her hot core, coating it in her essence. Using her moisture as a lubricant my finger circles her clit over and over. Her release is building. The tension is easy to feel as she clamps her walls on my finger. I continue to explore her breasts with my mouth as my finger moves inside her. As she becomes wetter, I add another finger and lazily fuck her with my fingers. My thumb circles around the edge of her clit. She tries to buck her hips to create the contact she needs, but I keep her still, so she doesn’t hurt herself. My hands and lips continue to build her to the boiling point. When I add a third finger to stretch her and fill her completely, she begins to quiver. I work her faster and my thumb circles her clit several times before I press into it hard. It was the final straw, she explodes on my fingers, clamping down on them until it feels as if she will cut off the blood flow, but I continue to move them in and out of her body, dragging out her release. Her head is thrown back with her eyes shut; a long loud moan escaped her throat as she was overcome in her orgasm.
She melts into the mattress as she comes back to Earth. Rolling her onto her side, I cocoon her body with mine. My arms and legs wrap around her body. We are sweaty and hot, but I need to be touching her from head to toe. The need to touch her, to consume her, is not one I am familiar with when being with a woman. But when I am with her, I can’t keep my hands to myself. I had told myself to keep control, go slow, but when we are together all rational thought leaves me. My cock is itching to be inside her, but I need to slow this down. She isn’t quite ready for all this. At least, I don’t think she is ready. We are meant to be so I can be patient and wait for the right time.
“What about you?” She whispers into the dark when I don’t try to press her for more. “I want to give you the pleasure you have given me.”
“I’ll be alright for now, love. You need to rest and heal, so I can take all that I want, later. I’m a patient man. I can wait until I can be inside you. I want to feel your heat and wetness around me as I pound into you. I want my dick buried in so deep that we are one when I come inside you.” My voice is deep and husky with desire. It sounds obscene to me in the quite room. She nods in agreement and lets me pull her closer into my warm body heat. I thought it would be impossible to sleep, but it found us both faster than I expected.
It’s going to be impossible to sleep next to her night after night, but I will because it is what she needs. Peeking into the bedroom, I see she is still sleeping. Once I am done in the bathroom, I slip into the bed and snuggle her to me. How was I ever able to sleep without her in my arms. I never liked cuddling before, but now I am more than content to do just that all night.
Chapter 17
Charlotte
It’s utterly dark.The dank smell of dirt, urine, and rot waft to my nose. The ground it cold and hard under me. I am back in the shed. No! How did this happen? Hawk came and took me away, right? Did I dream him up? Male voices are speaking Spanish. They are getting closer. Suddenly I am blinded by a bright light. A fist connects with my cheek and my head flies back. A boot kicks me hard and I can’t breathe. It comes down again on my back. No! Stop! Stop! I scream. Why are you doing this to me?
“Charlotte! Wake up! You are safe. I’m here. It’s me Hawk.” Hawk is shaking me awake. “You’re safe, love.” He croons as he runs his hand down the back of my head as he tries to soothe me. My breaths are coming in short pants, sweat is beaded on my forehead. My heart racing. Shit! I was dreaming again. It’s the third time tonight. I can’t do this anymore. When I am fully back to myself, I seek him.
“Hawk?”
“Yes, love?”
“Will you make my fantasies come true? I need to forget my nightmares.” I whisper into the darkness of the room. He tenses and I fear his answer. He knows what I am asking. Perhaps it’s too soon. I raise my head to look at his face. I am shocked at what I see. He is surprised, but I see lust and desire flood his gaze as the faint light from the bathroom lights up his face.
Without words, he lowers his lips to mine. He devours me in a slow torturous kiss. His tongue enters my mouth without asking for permission. He shifts until he is kneeling over me, straddling my waist. Holding my face in his hands, he tilts my head to the side and backward so he can deepen the kiss. I’ve never been kissed so fully before. He breaks the kiss and begins to move his lips down my jaw, neck, and onto my chest. He licks, nips, and kisses my skin as he makes his way lower.
Without saying a word, he reaches for the hem of my sleep shirt and proceeds to remove it. I sit up to assist him. Once it is gone. He slides his sleep pants off, raising his hips to remove them. He drops them off his side of the bed into the floor. His fingers slip under the waistband of my panties and in one swift motion they are coming off my feet. Then he is hovering over me, looking at me intensely.
“Are you sure this is what you want? Are you ready for me? Once we do this, we can’t go back. I know I will sound like a dominant asshole, but you will be mine, Charlotte. All mine. No man will ever touch your body again. Are we clear?” Hawk demands of me.
“Yes, I am sure,” I murmur. “As long as you are clear that you are mine. All mine. No woman will ever touch your body again. Are we clear?” I mock him even as his words have finalized the love, I feel for him. My ovaries have sat up and taken notice at his dominant words, as they say in romance novels.
“Crystal, fucking clear, love.” Hawk growls as he lowers himself onto my body. Moisture floods my thighs and smell of my arousal rises in the air. His naked skin on mine feels amazing. My hands run over his back and around to his chest. I lower my hand to reach for him. His length is hard, but velvety soft. I run my fingers over the head and feel a little wetness from his precum. I long to taste him, but he grabs hand to still my movements.
“It’s been a long time for me, love. And I have been hard for you for weeks. If you do that much more, this party will be over before it starts. Let me love you, then you can have your turn.”
“Ok, Hawk.” I feel the heat of my blush flood my face.
He kisses me tenderly, but it rapidly becomes passionate and demanding. He lowers his mouth to my right breast and sucks gently. He nips the skin along the inside and under my breast. He slowly kisses and licks his way over to my left breast and continues his ministrations. He works his way down my body, kissing, sucking, and licking. He nips the skin on my lower abdomen causing me to suck in a quick breath. He positions himself between my legs. He pushes my thighs further apart and lowers his mouth to my sex. I feel his tongue sweep between my lips and a shudder runs through me. He finds my clit. He sucks, nips, and licks me to the edge of a cliff. I am teetering on the edge. He pulls back before I can find my release. I gasp at the loss. He moves back to my mouth devouring me again.
I am on fire. I squirm and arch myself to him. I wrap my legs around him and try to get him to enter me. He chuckles.
“So damn, eager. Be patient, love. I will make you scream soon enough, but not until I am ready. I am enjoying learning your body.”
“Don’t tease me, Hawk. Fuck me!” I demand with almost a growl. He ignores my demands and again lowers his head to my sex and begins to assault me again. He works me to the edge again. As I feel the tension building, he slides a couple of fingers inside me as his mouth continues to torture me. I get closer to the edge. I am thrusting my hips up to meet his fingers. He adds a third finger and works me faster and harder. It only takes a few hard thrusts and I am gone. Calling his name, I shudder all over as my body clamps down on his fingers as they continue to work in and out, prolonging my release.
I slowly come back to earth. My breathing is still short and fast. He works his mouth back up my body. Once he reaches my mouth, I feel his erection head pushing against my entrance. I open my legs wider and arch my hips toward him to give him better access. He stuffs a pillow under my ass. He reaches between us, grabbing himself. He runs his head up and down my sex. Once it is soaked in my release, he slides inside me. As he hits bottom, he flexes his hips hard and bumps against my cervix. Damn that’s so good. He is large and it’s been a very long time, but he made sure I was ready for him. He begins to pull out and then slams back into me. I arch my hips up to meet his thrusts. We continue our dance and as the speed and fierceness increases.
I can feel the tension building in my core again. I can’t believe he can make me feel all these wonderful sensations. I am wound into a frenzy. Just when I think I can’t take anymore and I am going to come, he shifts his hips and hits new areas of my core as he pounds in me.
“Hawk! Oh, Hawk!” I moan. A few more thrusts are all it takes for me to burst into a million pieces. Hawk follows me over the edge a couple of thrusts later. “Charlotte!” he calls and then he arches into me, stiffening and then gives me a few more rapid thrusts. I feel him spilling into me. Finally, he is spent. He collapses onto me, being careful to not put too much pressure on my ribs. After a couple of minutes, his breathing becomes more regular. We lay this way for a long time. Later when I am almost ready to sleep, he carefully rolls us over so that I am resting on top of him. He hardness is till buried deep inside me, but it is softening. I feel the wetness of our release running out between us. Once I have enough breath to speak, I raise my head to look at him.
