by Orr, Pauline
Bruce admitted to the same when she told him and their conversations grew more and more intimate, focusing on a future together, holidays, a house, maybe even a wedding and some children. They spoke every night before they went to sleep, even on the evenings that they spent together on a date.
It wasn’t just their conversations that changed. The kisses that Bruce insisted on giving Charlotte every time they parted ways at the end of an evening began to evolve too. What had started as chaste loving pecks on the mouth soon changed to prolonged kisses and then tongues got involved. Each kiss got steamier and steamier, the contact between their bodies becoming less and less as they pressed closer and closer together.
Charlotte began to look forward to the ends of their dates more than the date itself, simply because she got to feel Bruce’s lips on hers, his tongue sliding against hers and taking cool confident control. She enjoyed the feel of his tall strong body pressed against her, reveling in the hard ridge of his erection pressed against her groin, aware of just how much she aroused him.
Sometimes they spent longer together kissing than they did on their dates but always Charlotte would insist on going home alone. She longed to feel him against her without the barrier of clothes though, to feel those muscles and that passion focused solely on her and she imagined that he could make her sing with pleasure.
One evening, after Bruce had cooked them both a delicious meal at his flat they had settled down to watch a film. It hadn’t been long though before their attraction got too much and the film was forgotten as the two lovers lay on the sofa kissing, their bodies entwined. Charlotte felt her resolve weakening, the heady desire aroused by Bruce’s kisses overcoming her, making her want to finally give in. She tilted her head back and as she felt his hot wet tongue gently lick her throat, his lips and teeth nibbling expertly at her ear lobe she gave in.
“Bruce,” she said quietly. He pulled away and looked down at her, worry all over his face “I don’t think I want to go home tonight.”
“You...” Bruce looked shocked, like he had been punched in the gut. The realization hit and a charming grin spread over his handsome face, “You mean you want to stay here, with me, in my bed love?”
“Yes and clothing is prohibited,” she said with a growl and pulled Bruce’s mouth back to hers.
Bruce didn’t say anything else after that. Instead he wrapped his arms around her and held her close. His mouth moved over hers, his tongue delving deep and Charlotte could feel the passion rising in him. It seemed to her like he was making love to her mouth with his, like with this final admittance of her desire for him all his walls had come down and he finally let himself go.
She moaned low in her throat, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and giggling as he lifted her from the sofa. Charlotte twined her legs around his waist, drawing a groan from him as her catch pressed against his denim encased erection, the heat of her scalding him even through two layers of denim.
With little effort Bruce made his way down the hallway and to his bedroom where he lay her gently on his bed and crawled over her body. They both moaned as they felt the full contact of their bodies against one another at last and their passion began to take over.
Charlotte tugged at Bruce’s shirt, pulling at the fabric before her quick fingers made short work of the buttons. She swiped her hand over the strong muscles of his chest, her arousal growing at the feel of the solid masculine strength beneath the soft skin and light dusting of hairs.
She pushed him back on the bed and began to kiss her way down his chest, tongue flicking out to tease nipples and trace the ridges of muscles. She delighted in the wave of goosebumps that rose up in her wake and the hard ridge of his thick member as it pressed against her stomach through his trousers. She thrilled to know she had such power over him and the heat and arousal in her catch grew more as she looked up Bruce’s body to see his eyes glazed with pleasure and an almost pleading expression on his face.
She had the power here and as she licked gently at the skin above the waistband of his jeans she wondered what to do with it. She gently undid the buttons of Bruce’s jeans, her hand sliding inside to cup the hot member within and Bruce threw his head back in delight, groaning as she clenched her hand around him, pleasure overwhelming even through the fabric of his underwear.
“I want this inside me,” Charlotte whispered in his ear, giving his member a gentle squeeze “And I want it inside me now.”
Bruce looked up at her in awe, his expression close to that of someone beholding a great marvel. He swallowed and a slow smirk spread across Charlotte’s face. Bruce quickly matched it and grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away and making her cry out in surprise.
With a quick twist of his body he soon had them switched places and he hovered over her. Large nimble hands made short work of her clothing, undoing buttons, laces and clasps before Charlotte even realized what was happening.
She lay there naked, watching Bruce as he looked at her like a devout pilgrim reaching his personal mecca. He knelt over her, gazing down upon her and slowly traced reverent fingers over her bare skin. She giggled and wiggled when he found a ticklish point but quickly devolved into gasps of pleasure as Bruce caressed them with his mouth.
He continued the slow erotic torture for long minutes, covering every inch of her skin with loving fingers and lips. He finally stopped when she was a writhing gasping creature, her hands grabbing at any part of his body she could find. He stood at the end of the bed, staring down at her as he slipped out of his jeans and underwear.
Fully naked he crawled back up the bed, hooking his arms under her legs and drawing them up onto his shoulders. He slid up the quilt, his mouth quickly making contact with her dripping wet catch and with a groan of pleasure he buried his tongue as far inside Charlotte as it could go.
Charlotte cried out, her head thrashing on the pillow and her hands grabbing at Bruce’s hair. She rocked her pelvis against his face, delighting and shivering as the steady maddening flick of his tongue and the sudden inclusion of a single finger drew the flames of her arousal higher and higher.
She looked down her body and saw the side of Bruce’s face as he continued to lick and tease and suck at her catch. His expression was one of a man in heaven, eyes closed and a frown of concentration furrowing his brow. He kept moaning as he licked her, as though she were the best thing he had ever tasted.
Charlotte stopped trying to study Bruce, the skill of his tongue overwhelming her with pleasure. She moaned and whimpered, hands grasping at whatever they could find as her pleasure grew and grew. She was grinding her catch against his face now, covering him in her juices and all but riding his mouth.
The pleasure he was creating within her began to bubble over, taking on a tinge of pain as it climbed higher and higher. Suddenly it was like a dam burst inside her, sensation flowed through every inch of her being, inside and outside.
She lost control of all movement, could feel her hands grabbing tightly at Bruce’s hair and the quilt, her hips thrusting against his face and her thighs clamped around his head as incredible pleasure rushed through her limbs, making her toes clench and a wordless cry burst from her mouth.
Her eyes were wide and glazed, seeing nothing but a great white haze as her climax flowed through her. Bruce kept licking her, sucking at her clit and flicking it with his tongue, drawing wave after wave of pleasure from her. Finally a cry broke through her lips, a continuous moan of pleasure that almost became a sob as Bruce kept sparking off new pleasure.
“Enough, enough!” she cried out when it became too much.
Bruce sat back on his heels and grinned down at her, her juices all over his cheeks and chin. With a soft laugh he wiped them from his face and slowly lay beside Charlotte, kissing her and holding her as she continued to twitch from little shocks of pleasure that continued to roll through her body, each one bringing a low moan from her throat. She lay there panting, her fingers gently stroking the arm that Bruce wrapped around her waist.
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Finally she caught her breath again and the pleasure receded although her arousal remained. She may have experienced incredible pleasure already but she wasn’t done or satisfied fully. She turned her head to look at Bruce who was watching her with a smug smile on his face.
“That was incredible,” Charlotte said quietly “But it wasn’t quite what I asked for now was it?”
“All in good time love,” Bruce said quietly, slowly moving to lie on top of her.
Charlotte’s legs spread, allowing his hips to nestle against hers and she could feel the hard ridge of his member against her. She reached down and moved it away from her stomach, down between them to rest against the hot wet lips of her catch. Bruce groaned, dropping his head onto the pillow beside her head and gave a small thrust. The head of his member rubbed against her lips, teasing but not penetrating.
She moaned and Bruce gave a low laugh, repeating the action with a little more pressure. Charlotte wrapped her arms around his shoulders, hands clasping at his shoulder blades, nails digging in slightly. He kept up the motion, each thrust pushing him a little further inside.
Charlotte couldn’t believe how aroused she was again already, the slow tease more sensual and sexy than she could ever have imagined. She spread her legs wider, making Bruce’s actions easier and suddenly she felt the hot head of his member slide into her properly. She moaned and dug her nails in as he slowly, teasingly slid inside the hot passage of her catch.
He groaned in her ear and stilled, desperately holding on to his control for several long moments until he began to slowly withdraw. Just as she thought he was about to pull out completely he began to slide back in. Bruce continued this teasing action for a long time, grinning as Charlotte whined for more, more speed, more strength, more thrusting, just anything more.
She was almost overcome at the slide of him, feeling his thick width stretching her to the point of pain that slowly eased giving way to intense pleasure. Her legs went limp, laying spread either side of his hips and it was all she could do to hold on to his shoulders.
Suddenly, without warning, he slammed into her, making her entire body tighten and clenched around him. She cried out again and again as he kept thrusting into her, gaining speed and strength until he was pounding her, driving his member deep inside her and making the pleasure ripple out from her catch until she was shaking with the overwhelming arousal he was creating.
The sound of flesh pounding against flesh filled the room, Bruce and Charlotte both crying out as their pleasure overwhelmed them and they reached their climax. Bruce collapsed panting on top of Charlotte who was also gasping for breath.
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“DO YOU always make love like that?” Charlotte asked eventually.
“Only for very special ladies,” Bruce said with a soft smile.
He kissed her gently and pulled her closer to him. They had been lying wrapped around each other for long minutes, each basking in the extreme pleasure they had experienced and slowly coming down from the erotic high. Bruce kissed Charlotte harder, his hand twisting into her hair as he plundered her mouth. Finally he drew back and kissed her forehead.
“I don’t know what it is about you but I just want you again.” He whispered against her lips.
“Give me a little while to recover,” Charlotte said with a giggle “You’ve all but worn me out.”
“Alright love, you let me know when you want me again,” Bruce said with a grin, laying back with his hands behind his head.
“I think I might want you all the time,” Charlotte said, her voice soft and serious. She propped herself up on her elbows, looking down at Bruce’s handsome face. “Until now it didn’t feel real, it was like I was just saying the words that I thought I should say. Now though I can see us together, properly, as a couple, kids, house, and the works. Isn’t that weird?”
“Nah Bernie,” Bruce reassured her, stroking her face gently “It means you’re human and want what everyone wants.”
Charlotte smiled and leaned down for a kiss. The bedroom door slammed open and she pulled away to see an angry woman stood in the doorway, glaring at them both.
“What the hell is this Graham?!” she cried. “I go back to New Zealand to look after my mum and I hear you’re going around with some other woman and calling yourself something else. Now I come home and find you in bed with her!”
“I can explain Jennie,” Bruce said, climbing out of bed.
“Bruce, what the hell is going on?” Charlotte asked in confusion, wrapping the sheet around her chest. Bruce looked at her, heartbroken.
“This is Jennie,” he said quietly. He wouldn’t meet her eye. “She’s my wife.”
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