Page 18 of Charlotte
“That was amazing!” I say still a little breathless. His eyes are still burning with desire and I swear they are the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. I feel like he is looking into my soul when he looks at me that way.
“Yes, it was. Give me a few minutes and we will do that again.” Hawk says. He is rubbing my bare back with his calloused hands. Goosebumps break out on my skin. Is he serious? How can he want more? My arms and legs are like jelly. I am not sure I can be recovered in a few minutes. Resting my head on his chest, I let the rhythm of his heart lull me to sleep.
Sometime later I wake as I am rolled onto my back. Hawk is hard inside me again. He is slowly working himself in and out of my body. It is slow and leisurely. Nothing like the frenzy that happened earlier. He kisses and worships my body. We give each other every pleasure. Sometime later, we again explode in ecstasy. As I lay panting under him, I realize that despite all the horrors I have endured over the last few months, I am so happy to have found him.
Chapter 18
Hawk
Last night wasthe most amazing experience of my life. When Charlotte woke for the third time with a nightmare, I had no idea she would be asking me to make love to her. I had intended to take things slow, but when she begged me to make her forget her nightmares there was no way I could deny her request.
Her hot body had been much more than my fantasies or dreams had imagined. She was wet for me instantly. She eagerly tried to take me inside her. It was important to me that she have what she needed. Making her come before I entered her body was a must. She had not kept it a secret that she had not had sex since before her husband had died. Five years is a long time and I didn’t want to hurt her. I shouldn’t have worried. She took everything I gave her and gave as good as she got.
I am so in over my head with this woman. Her body is an addiction. Now that we have crossed that line, I’m not sure I can ever get enough. She had only been asleep for an hour when I could wait no longer to take her again. She didn’t seem to mind as I rolled her onto her back to take her again. Her hips met mine thrust for thrust. She is a wildcat in bed just as I had suspected. I am eager to learn more about her and her body.
It crosses my mind that we didn’t use a condom, but we are both clean so no need to worry about that. Perhaps I should be worried about impregnating her, but if she were carrying my child, I would be the happiest man alive. I never thought I would want more children after all that happened with Julie. However, the thought of Charlotte round with my child makes me feel complete and satisfied.
Charlotte is still sleeping so I slip out of bed and head into the kitchen to fix her coffee and some breakfast. She likes to cook with me, but this morning I want to spoil her. Breakfast in bed is just what she needs. It’s the least I can do for her after she gave herself to me so freely. I keep thinking I should be worried we are moving too fast, but her words from a few nights ago flash in my mind.
“Hawk we are not kids; we are adults. I think we have seen and done enough that we can know what we want. Because we are older, we realize that we don’t have unlimited time. Life is short and it can be gone in the blink of an eye. After the summer I have had, I will no longer spend time worrying if I should do something or what others think about what I am doing. If it’s something I want, I am going to go for it. If I wait, it could be gone forever.”
Charlotte is right. We don’t have unlimited time together. If Hugo Lopez has anything to say about it, she could be gone from me tomorrow. Not that I or my team would let him get away with it, but there is no promise of tomorrow. We need to make the most of our time together. It crosses my mind she might come to her senses and want to go home to her children, friends, and career. It would be the hardest thing to do, to let her go, but I would never keep her against her will. I’m not sure how I would make it if she left me.
Determined to make her never want to leave me, I take her breakfast into our bedroom. She is the most beautiful woman I have laid eyes on. She is laying on her side with her back to me. The covers have slid down her body to about mid waist. As I round the bed, I take in the glorious site in front of me. Her brown curly hair is spread out over the pillows and her hands are tucked between her face and the pillow. Her breasts are playing peek-a-boo between her arms as her chest rises and falls with her breathing. Her face is so relaxed. Angelic. That is what comes to mind as I gaze down on her.
She wakes easily as I sit on the side of the bed after placing our breakfast tray on the bedside table. Her eyes fly open and when she recognizes me, her face transforms from confusion to pure bliss. Is that love I see in her eyes? Her whole face lights up with her smile that brightens her greenish-brown eyes causing the golden flecks to sparkle in the morning light. My heart lurches as I realize I want this for the rest of my life. I wantherin my bed, in my life. I love her. It has happened so fast, but I have no doubts about what I am feeling for her.
“Good morning, love.” I can hardly speak with the lump in my throat at my sudden realization. The smile on my face is most likely going to scare her away but I couldn’t stop smiling if my life depended on it. She returns my smile, but then as if she remembers what we did last night her face flushes the cutest shade of red.
“Um…good morning.” She has looked away from me and seeing her naked body. She jerks the cover over her chest and tries to sit up. She face is now a dark red and her chest is rising up and down in her discomfort.
“Don’t ever be embarrassed about making love with me.” I gently chastise her. Her eyes met mine then. It’s like she is looking into my soul to see if I mean what I am saying. She must have seen what she was looking for as she nods in agreement and scoots over so I can sit beside her on the bed. We eat in a comfortable silence. When we have finished, I place the tray on the bedside table. I reach for her hand and she immediately places her small hand in mine.
“Come on, love. We need a shower.” I pull her out from under the covers and into the bathroom. Goosebumps have erupted on her skin. I’m not sure if it’s desire or the loss of heat from the cover. Perhaps a combination of both. She is so reactive to my touch and it makes me even more possessive. Her body is mine, all mine. After all she agreed last night before I took her.
The shower is warm. I take the liberty of washing her hair and body just as I did in the Columbian safe house. This time I allow her to return the favor. Her hands on my body cause a natural reaction. It is surprising that at my age I am able to have such an acute response again so soon. But there is no way I could control it. When her petite hands move up my legs soaping them as she goes, my dick stands at attention wanting her hands on it.
As if she can read my mind, they are there caressing it from base to tip. The soap on her hands aid her movements. She momentarily steps to the side to allow the shower to rinse the soap away. Then she is on her knees and has sucked my dick into her mouth before I can register what she had in mind. Her mouth is warm on my skin. She slides me slowly in and out a couple of times letting her lips rub from tip to almost the base. I feel the head of dick bump the back of her throat with each pass. On the third pass, she begins to suck on me as she takes me in. I can’t choke back the groan that escapes my lips.
Her eyes dart to mine and she smiles around my dick as she continues to suck on it as she takes it further in her mouth. She continues to go down on me slow and steady. Pre-cum is leaking into her mouth, but she continues her attention. The need to be inside her hot channel when I come is overwhelming. Looking down I realize my hands are in her hair encouraging her to keep going. I pull her head back until she releases me. She raises her eyes in surprise.
“I want to be inside you when I cum, love.” Reaching behind her, I turn off the water and grab a towel. I quickly dry us off and taking her hand I drag her into the bedroom. My lips have found hers and I back her into the bed. She falls back with a shriek of surprise. As I crawl onto the bed, she scoots back toward the head and center of the bed. She opens herself to me with arms and legs spread wide so I can lay down on top of her. It is Heaven to be in her warm arms.
“Roll over, love. I want to take you from behind.” A worried look crosses over her face and it gives me pause. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” I am not sure what has happened, but she has stiffened her movements and looks worried and unsure.
“Um…nothing’s wrong.” She starts to turn away from me when I stop her. Her eyes meet mine with uncertainty. Tears are beginning to well in her eyes. Something is definitely wrong.
“Charlotte, talk to me. What did I say or do wrong?”
“It’s nothing…I…I’ve just never… Until you, my husband was my only lover. We weren’t adventurous in bed. He didn’t like going down on me even though he liked it when I did it for him. We mostly only did missionary and cowgirl. I never felt comfortable doggy style.” Her voice quavers. “It seems so impersonal. That’s what Tweedledee was going to do to me. Do you not want to look at me?” Tears are now falling down her face. She thinks I don’t want to look at her. She couldn’t be any more wrong. I just need to show her.
“Charlotte, love. I love looking at you. You face, your body.” Taking her face in my hands I place a gentle kiss on her lips. “I promise anything we do will be anything, but impersonal. It’s just a different position.” She is looking at me so trustingly. “Don’t let him in our bed, love. Let me show you how good this can be.” Rolling her onto her stomach, she comes up on her hands and knees. Wanting to make sure she is ready for me; I kneel behind her and take in the scent of her arousal. She looks back at me over her shoulder her eyes wide. “Are you smelling me?” she asks disbelievingly.
“Yes, I am, and you smell amazing. Just your scent almost undid me. That smell makes me remember how hot, tight, and wet you are.” Done talking, I lean into her hot sex and lick from one end to the other. She shivers under my tongue and I smile. She’s going to like this. Feasting on her like this is amazing. She is dripping wet and the more I touch her the more she moves. She is basically fucking herself on my face and her juices are all over my beard and mustache. When she is quaking about to fall over the edge, I raise up and inch my hips closer to her. My hardened length slips inside her hot depths. We moan at the same time as I bottom out inside her.
Leaning back on my heels, I take her with me. Her legs are spread wide and she comes up on her knees only. Her hands grip my arms as I steady her by I wrapping my arms around her chest cupping her breasts. Her head falls back onto my right shoulder. Lowering my right hand to her clit, I begin to rub it slowly. She jerks at my touch.
“That’s it, love. Ride me,” My hands move to her hips to raise and lower her on my dick.
