by Lauren Runow
I do as I’m told and he unzips my dress, kissing my back, starting at the back of my neck and moving all the way down to my lower back. Every touch and every kiss he places on my body lights me on fire, radiating pleasure everywhere, bringing me to places I’ve never been before.
I need him, I want him, I love him. Finally finding my voice, I tell him, “Charlie, I need you.”
He lies on top of me, whispering into my ear, “I’m right here baby. I’m not going anywhere.”
I motion that I want to turn around and Charlie moves to the side to allow me to face him. I reach for his face and we lean in at the same time, entangling our tongues as we begin to remove our clothing as fast as we can.
Feeling each other skin on skin, rubbing, grabbing, pulling and yearning for one another. All of our senses are on massive overload and the love we feel for each other is making me burst at the seams.
Finally getting what I’ve been yearning for all night, he thrusts into me with the most delicious pleasure, making both of our bodies convulse just by his entrance.
We’re stuck in each other, staring directly into one another’s eyes with the feeling of love for seconds, minutes, hell, I don’t even know, before Charlie slowly pulls back out and thrusts again.
I feel every movement, every breath, every heartbeat, just pure love radiating between us, wiping everything complicated away.
My body tightens underneath him and he leans down to kiss me, pushing me over the edge as I explode around him, convulsing from the tips of my hair to the bottom of my feet. Charlie finds his release seconds later and we’re engulfed in each other’s tight embrace, holding onto a feeling I never want to go away.
Minutes pass and our breathing has gone from erratic to more calm. Charlie leans up to look into my eyes and lightly kisses me before whispering, “I love you more than anything in the entire world. You are my world.”
I kiss him back and he moves to my side, wrapping his arms around me, and holding me tightly as I lay my head on his chest, speechless.
I let out a deep sigh as everything I’ve been feeling, any negative thoughts, completely vanishes. Nothing else matters but holding him and never letting him go.
Morning arrives and the phone ringing awakens us. I answer, still sleepy and confused as to who’s calling, “Hello?” I smile when I hear Alex on the other end asking if Charlie can model for him again today. “Yeah, he’s available, I’m sure he’ll do it. We’ll see you in an hour. Bye.”
“Who was that?” Charlie asks, grabbing for me to come back to bed to cuddle some more.
“That was Alex. He saw the proofs from yesterday and wants you again today. Looks like we’re going to be working together now,” I smile sweetly, leaning in and giving him a good morning kiss.
Charlie laughs, “Oh, boy. At least I get to be with you. Makes it all worth it.” He kisses my neck, slowly lowering me down to the bed while caressing my breast.
“Sorry, babe. We have to go to work. What did you say to me on our little trip to Tahoe? ‘Good things come to those who wait,’” I smirk as I get up, walking toward the bathroom but turning around to give him a sexy smile as I shut the door.
Charlie laughs as he hurries out of bed following me into the bathroom. I look at him, cocking my head to the side, “Can I help you?”
“I have to get ready for work now, too,” he states nonchalantly, “If I’m going to be half naked again for these photos you need to make sure my back is nice and clean.” He flashes his sexy half smile making me laugh.
“Well, Mr.” I quickly correct myself, “Charlie, it will be hard but I think I’m up for the task.” I push my bare body against him, kissing him softly.
He leans down kissing me while walking us back into the shower, letting the water fall over us as we embrace one another, lost in each other’s lips.
“Can I wash you?” he asks pouring body wash on his hands and rubbing them together. I shake my head yes and he turns me around, starting on my shoulders, seductively working his way down my chest and around my breast. He stays there, rubbing all around, stopping at my nipples, tugging lightly as he pushes his hard cock into my back.
I squirt body wash onto my hands, turning around to return the favor by wrapping my hands around him, slowly moving up and down his length, pulling him up to my stomach, moving him around my navel, caressing him up and down.
We kiss again while continuing our massaging of each other. With ease, Charlie picks me up by my waist, pushing me up against the wall as I wrap my legs around him, squeezing hard. He positions his body up against mine, filling me, making both of us moan with deep pleasure.
By grabbing me from behind, he starts to move up and down in a delicious rhythm. The water pounding down on us as we wrap our arms around one another, enjoying our shower tryst.
I’m sitting at the mirror, finalizing my make up when my stomach turns as a thought runs through my head. I’m sick, I’m nauseous and I can’t believe I could be so stupid!
I look to Charlie who is just finishing brushing his teeth. “Charlie,” I stop trying to think of how to ask without literally throwing up with fear. “Shit, Charlie...”
Charlie looks at me, concerned, “What is it?”
My stomach is doing flips and I know I just have to say it, get it over with. “I’m on the pill, so I haven’t been concerned with getting pregnant, but you,” I look at him to gauge his reaction. “My God, Charlie. How many women have you been with? Have you been tested? Did you wear protection? You haven’t even brought it up with me. And fuck, I haven’t even considered it. What the fuck is wrong with me? I’m always so good about it!” I’m speaking so fast, starting to panic with every word.
Charlie grabs me, trying to calm me down. “Allison, please, please calm down. Don’t worry. I get tested every month and Ms…., your…,” he stutters rephrasing his thoughts. “It was part of the gig, I had to and I 100% always wore a condom.” He looks down shaking his head. “You were the first person I’ve not worn one with. Shit, I guess I should have thought about that, too. I’m glad you’re on the pill. It just felt so natural with you. I didn’t even think about it.” He wraps his arms around me, holding me tightly, kissing the top of my head. “I’m so sorry you have to worry about this but please don’t.”
My breathing starts to calm as I lean up to kiss him, not saying another word about it. I just can’t believe I could be so careless and stupid. With the mood slightly changed, we finish getting ready and leave to meet the rest of the crew.
The photo shoot for the day is in the Vice Presidential Suite in the same hotel we’re staying in. The room is decorated in the same burnt orange tones as our room, just a much larger living room area and views of the Eiffel Tower, Arc de Triomphe, the Grand Palais and the Place de la Concorde from the balcony.
Charlie is swept into the bedroom for wardrobe as I set up the lighting. He’s dressed more business-like today in a charcoal Versace slim fitting suit with a white shirt underneath leaving the top button undone.
When he enters the room every female gasps, flushing bright red. I take notice and smirk, Yup, and he’s all mine. Charlie notices as well and walks straight up to me, kissing me passionately, leaving me breathless and crimson red.
Alex sets up the shot of him sitting on the couch reading the newspaper with his leg casually bent over his left knee. The next photo has him leaning forward holding his phone but looking to the side. Then standing at the window looking out to the Eiffel Tower. All shots are very business and simple shots to take. Alex gets what he needs and sends Charlie back to wardrobe as we move into the bedroom to set the lighting for the next shots.
Charlie exits the bathroom wearing nothing but black boxer briefs, looking hotter than ever. I totally flush at the sight of him, every muscle toned to perfection and his reverse triangle pointing to pure heaven.
Alex pulls the comforter back, leaving only the white sheets and Charlie climbs in the bed. They position him lying down on his side, p
ropped up by his elbow with the sheets covering portions of his legs. His hair is messy but perfect looking, making my body crave to be in the bed with him so much that I have to close my mouth and hold my legs tightly closed just so I can focus on the shot.
Next, Alex has him sit up in bed propping his knees up, resting his arms against them, running his fingers through his hair with his face down but his eyes peering up to the camera and the sheets covering portions of his legs.
The look of sex in his eyes is too much for me to handle as images from our night and shower this morning are making me ache for him to be inside me, now.
We catch eyes and I watch his lips part slightly, exhaling and I know he’s thinking the same thing.
Alex loves the photos and is in a fabulous mood, making the photo shoot more laid back. He gets an idea and yells out, “I need a female! Get me a female model! I just want the back of her so I don’t care who.”
We all scurry around, looking for phone numbers of who we can call at such short notice.
Charlie suggests, “Hey, Alex, why don’t you have Allison do it?”
Alex turns to me, smiling, “Yes, she’s perfect. Oh, the long dark auburn hair,” he’s squinting his eyes, holding up his hands to envisioning the scene, “draping down her bare back. Yes, yes, I like it. Allison, go.” He tells me to, not asks.
My eyes are enormous as I glare at Charlie, shaking my head. He smiles a sexy half smile, cocking his head to the side and I can’t fight his look as I walk by giggling, trying to be mad at him but failing miserably.
Wardrobe curls my hair quickly into big, long, draping curls and I remove my shirt and bra so I’m wearing just a silk robe and my black lace panties. I slide into the bed with Charlie smiling sweetly as my intentions change to pure lust that’s hard to hold back.
Charlie isn’t immune and I catch him hiding his erection poking out of his boxer briefs. We both try to hide our smiles, acting like two lovesick teenagers with raging hormones.
Alex has me remove my robe and lay face down, showing my bare back with my hair laying off to the side and Charlie leaning down, kissing the top of my shoulder. His touch makes my body throb as my breathing picks up.
Charlie has to hold his kiss on my naked shoulder as the photo is taken and his breathing hardens as he moans slightly trying to hide his desire. Having everyone around us watching feels so wrong, yet so right.
Next, we sit upright, next to each other with our legs wrapped around, face to face. We’ve turned into libidinous models and Alex loves each shot, especially since we can’t hide it anymore. The carnal need that we have for each other is unreal, and I know anyone can see it. It’s got to be making some amazingly sexy photos and the thought just fuels me more.
Alex instructs me to sit on Charlie’s lap, my legs wrapped around his back with our foreheads touching one another and his hands in my hair.
I can feel his heartbeat pounding away like the beat to a drum as our bodies yearn to be one. The hunger in our eyes is overcoming both of us and it’s hard not to devour the thought. Alex leans in, getting close up shots from every direction; his face, my face, our embrace, our lips so close but not touching. The click of the camera and our pounding breath is the only thing keeping us from being lost forever.
Alex speaks up, his voice cracking, and I’m a little uncomfortable knowing he’s not immune to the passion between us as he instructs us further, “Now Allison, tilt your head back and Charlie kiss her neck.”
My heart sinks. This is just too much for me to take. My body’s tightening more than I’ve ever felt and I need him inside me, now.
He kisses my neck and I instantly feel myself moisten through my panties, sending chills throughout my body, making me have to hang on tighter to him for support.
Charlie’s erection is rock hard, pressing against me. I need to move, feel the friction against my body but I’m stuck still. It’s horrible, delicious torture.
Everyone around us is breathing hard and trying to hide it but I can see their mouths slightly open. Alex is having a field day watching our raw appetite through the lens of his camera. It’s really turning borderline inappropriate and I’m so glad to hear him say, “Ok, everyone, that’s a wrap. Let’s break for lunch. Be back in an hour.”
We sit wrapped up, scared to move and show everyone how we truly feel. Once the room is empty, we look at each other and quickly move, only putting on our robes and running out the door. Our room is a few floors down and we press for the elevator, waiting not so patiently.
It arrives and we jump in. Once the doors close, he throws me against the wall, kissing me with a need from deep down, holding me like he can’t get enough. “God, Allison, I could fuck you right here in this elevator.”
My chest is so tight, I can’t get the words out, moaning, pulling on his hair, showing him my hunger. The door dings its floor arrival and we run to our door hand in hand. He quickly opens the door and slams it shut by pushing me against the wall right at the entryway, devouring my tongue and my body. We quickly remove our robes, both barely able to breathe as we rip off my panties and his boxer briefs.
Holding me tightly, he lowers me to the floor, spreading my legs, filling me with his hard cock. I melt at his touch, relishing in his body against mine, meeting him thrust for thrust. We can’t get enough of one another as our rhythm picks up, pounding against each other with an intense carnal need to explode.
I scream out in pleasure, “Oh God, Charlie! Oh!”
It’s too much for him and he releases, filling me inside, collapsing down on me in sweet agony, “Allison, fuck!”
Just in time, I tighten and cum hard around him, running my fingers down his back, gripping him tightly.
Afterward we lie, holding each other as we catch our breath, coming down from the most amazing high.
Realizing we’re still at the front door, we laugh as he slides out and sits up, offering to help me up as well. I flush thinking of our quickie and how satisfying it was.
He leans in kissing me softly, whispering, “That was hot. I didn’t think I was going to last a second more with you wrapped around me like that. It’s amazing the power you have over me. I just can’t get enough of you.”
“I feel the same,” I look into his eyes before kissing him again.
We find our way off the floor and get dressed before heading out to find something to eat and head back to the photo shot.
When we return, all eyes are on us and I’m sure everyone is imagining what we’ve been up to. Charlie is back to being photographed by himself with his shirt off. He turns around and I see the red marks running down his back, a telltale sign that makes me crimson when I see it.
I’m sitting in Jacquelyn’s hospital room. She is still in a coma and things are looking worse as the days tick by. A shorter, husky man walks in to the room, lost in a daze. He’s dressed casually, wearing tan slacks and a polo shirt. His hair is dark and streaks of grey are mixed through showing his age.
I look up, questioning him being there, “Can I help you?”
He looks up to me like he’s surprised I asked such a question, “I should ask you the same thing. Who are you?”
I stand up defensively, “I’m here with my friend. I’m sorry, are you lost?”
He chuckles, “Friend, ha! If you were truly a friend you would know who I am.” He eyes me suspiciously. “I’m Jack, her husband. Well, ex-husband now. I take it you had something to do with that.”
My eyes narrow, not sure how to take his comment. “I’m sorry. Why would I have anything to do with your divorce?”
“Well, I mean, we had our issues but what marriage doesn’t? We’ve been separated for a few months but were trying to work it out. God, she was just such a nut job sometimes. That’s why she doesn’t have any real friends. I loved her though,” he pauses, and I wonder if he actually meant what he just said. “I never knew what was going on in her head. Then all of a sudden she ordered an immediate divorce.” He rubs his hand throug
h his hair. “I knew something was up. She just offered me so much money to walk away and sign for an immediate divorce that I couldn’t say no. Man, I was even a little relieved to finally be done with her shit. I liked that she made the decision so I didn’t have to. But now this…”
My stomach starts to flip sideways hearing his confession. Wow. She was serious about Charlie.
A tall, slender male doctor walks in wearing light teal scrubs. “Hello, everyone. How is our patient doing today?”
Both Jack and I sit quietly, not sure who should answer. The doctor looks up from the chart he’s holding, looking at us. “Ok, then, well, I see in her chart that we are still waiting for her to wake up from the surgery. Let me take a look.”
He pulls out a small black flashlight and lifts her eyelids seeing if there is any dilatation when he shines the light on them then moving it quickly away. Nothing happens and he turns to look at the two of us standing silent. “Well, I see there’s still no…”
The bed starts to shake, interrupting him, as Jacquelyn convulses having a grand mal seizure. The doctor yells for help from the nurses as Jack and I back away, watching in horror.
The doctor yells, “Get them out of here!” and a nurse escorts both of us out of the room.
We sit in silence for what feels like forever. I’m not sure what to say and hoping he doesn’t ask any more questions as to what Jacquelyn was up to and why she wanted such a fast divorce.
An hour painfully goes by as we wait for the doctors to come out of Jacquelyn’s room. Jack finally breaks the silence between us, asking exactly what I didn’t want him to ask. “So, who are you anyway?”
I try to act coy, “Just a friend. I was the person who found her. We met a few weeks ago.” I try to come off more friendly so he won’t ask too many questions. “I’ve been coming by every day and you are the first visitor she has had, I mean besides me.”
He sighs deeply. “I was all she had. She has no family, no friends to speak of either. I guess besides you,” he eyes me suspiciously. “I knew I should have pushed more to figure out what was going on.” He shakes his head in disgust.