Just A Woman (The Porter Trilogy Book 2)

by Youngblood, Shannon

  When I appeared back in the room, I took a moment to appreciate my view. I watched her chest rise and fall in time to her labored breathing, her lips slightly parted, tongue darting out to moisten her lips. She was laying spread out before me, her hair fanned out above her head on purple satin sheets, creating the illusion of an orange, fiery sunset. She was breathtaking, and I was going to enjoy her.

  “Are you daydreaming, Charlie?” I asked, laughing to myself when I watched her jump a little at the sound of my voice.

  “Yes,” she whispered, lust lacing every word.

  “I need you to stand for just a moment, Charlie, but keep your eyes closed,” I asked, waiting for her to oblige. When she crawled off the bed, holding on to the foot post, I laid out a few towels, protecting the expensive sheets.

  “I’m going to lay you back down now, Charlie,” I said, grabbing her waist and sitting her on the edge of the foot of the bed. Before I laid her down, I pulled the clip and the multiple pins keeping her bun in place and let the rest of her hair flow down her back. After moving down to unclasp her bra and letting her shimmy out of it, she sat before me, gloriously naked, eyes closed, and breathing heavy. It was an amazing sight to behold and appreciate.

  “Lay back now, Charlie,” I whispered.

  Once she had lain back down, I grabbed the surprise from the floor and removed the covering. It hadn’t been easy pocketing the small ramekin full of chocolate sauce from the fundraiser, but I had a plan for it and I was going to enjoy the hell out of it more than cake and ice cream.

  Once I was positioned with the little container full of chocolate hovering over her stomach, I told her to open her eyes. Once she did, she blinked a few times, adjusting to the light, before her eyes landed on the small carafe dangling over her midsection.

  “Is that?”

  “Yes, Charlie, it is. Are you ready?”

  Before she could answer, I started drizzling the liquid over her torso and across her breasts and, after an initial squeal, Charlotte relaxed into the experience, even dabbing her finger in the closest bit of chocolate and bringing her finger up to her lips for a taste. She couldn’t hide the moan that erupted from her any more than I could hide my own accompanying groan.

  “You like that, Charlie? Does it taste good? How about I find out for myself?” I laid the empty ramekin on the floor and went for a dollop of chocolate that had puddled between her breasts.

  I licked and sucked her body, leaving a trail around the underside and top of her breasts, before I lazily dragged my tongue up to her nipple and latched on. Her pleas for more spurred me on when I unhooked from her left nipple and clamped on to her right. Her body floundered underneath mine, smearing the chocolate between our bodies.

  “Look what you did Charlie, you got chocolate all over me,” I teasingly chided her.

  Before I realized the error of my words, Charlotte had reached out, running her fingers through my small amount of chest hair, collecting chocolate along her way and bringing it up to her tongue for another taste. My cock, already stone hard, pressed against the inside of her thigh, my hips thrusting of their own accord, need blinding me.

  “I need you now, Alex. Please, now,” her words mirroring my thoughts.

  Obliging her request, I stood at the foot of the bed, peeled off my boxers, and watched as Charlotte’s eyelids dropped substantially and her breathing hitched in speed. Fisting my length in my chocolate coated hand, I pumped up and down a few times, smearing chocolate over my erection, gauging Charlotte’s reaction.

  Suddenly, without warning, Charlotte was on her knees in front of me, grabbing and removing my hand to replace it with hers. Similar to my own motions, she massaged her hands up and down a few times before bringing her chocolate stained lips closer and engulfing the head of my penis in her warm sticky mouth.

  My head fell back as I savored the feeling of her hot lips bobbing up and down my shaft. Charlotte was a fucking master at this and I let her continue for a few moments while I enjoyed the sensations coursing through my body. It had been far too long since I had had anything but my own touch and I could have died a happy man in that moment. Several times, I touched the back of her throat as she took my entire length down her mouth, but, too soon, I felt the familiar tingle and my balls drew up tight, threatening to explode down her throat. As appealing as the idea seemed to me, I wanted to be deep inside her when I exploded.

  Grabbing Charlotte under her arms, I pulled her to a standing position and viciously attacked her mouth. I could taste lingering chocolate and myself on her tongue. Overwhelming need filled me as I gently laid her back down on the bed, my cock already nudging at her entrance, impatient as I was.

  “Are you ready, my love?” I asked, knowing full well what her answer would be..

  “God, yes, Alex, please,” she begged, calling me to her.

  Before she could say anymore, I slammed into her, to the hilt. I felt my already tightened balls slap her ass, the sound reverberating around the room, and I knew I wasn’t going to last very long. I needed to get Charlotte to her own climax first before I spilled into her. We were both so close to diving over our own cliffs, I had to make sure she jumped first, so that I could prove to her she came first in my life, in all aspects.

  Reaching down between us, I found her swollen, neglected clit and proceeded to rub rough circles around it, pinching it lightly every few passes. I pulled out of her and slid back in, the punishing rhythm and her pleas spurring me on. I knew I should have been gentler with her, but I couldn’t hold back and, when she screamed ‘harder’ at me, I knew she wouldn’t have tolerated an easy love making.

  It didn’t take long for me to feel Charlotte’s muscles contract around me. I continued the assault to her clit and leaned down to bite at her extended nipples. Just before she could explode around me, her walls clenching me deeper, I looked up to find her eyes shut tight.

  “Your eyes, Charlotte. You know I need to see your eyes.”

  Her lids flew open in a flash, revealing eyes blazing with love and lust, as I felt her detonate around me. The pleasure radiating from her eyes triggered my own release as I called out her name and spilled inside of her, filling her up. I’d never exploded with such force before; it knocked the wind out of me, almost causing my knees to buckle. Shit, that was fucking intense.

  Collapsing on her right, we both took a few moments to return our breathing to normal. I reached out my hand and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear before it could find its way into the chocolate coating both of our bodies. We were definitely due for a shower, but for now, I just needed to hold her.

  Pulling her close to me, her back to my front, I whispered something I had wanted to say to her all night, “I love you, Charlotte.”

  Chapter 20

  Alex

  I knew she wouldn’t reciprocate, it was too soon for her, but I couldn’t help but feel like I had been punched in the gut by the lack of response. Instead of lashing out though, I merely pulled her closer to me and breathed in her scent of lilacs, now mixed with chocolate and sex. I felt my cock stir again and saw Charlotte wriggle against me involuntarily. I was definitely up for round two, but perhaps, without the sticky mess physically binding us together.

  “Would you like to take a shower with me, Charlotte?” I asked, hoping to God she said yes. I could stare at her all day and never get tired of her luscious body.

  “Mmmm?” she asked, clearly still foggy from our rough encounter.

  “A shower, love, to get rid of all of this sticky chocolate.”

  “I like the sticky,” she whispered with a smile, wiggling her butt against my groin again. “But, I guess that’s a good idea.”

  When she started to pull away from me, I could feel the hair and skin of my chest stuck to the skin of her back, and when we finally dislodged, the noise that came from the mess sounded funny and disgusting at the same time.

  I heard Charlotte giggle to herself before she rolled over on the towels and landed wi
th her feet on the floor. Shaking her ass in my direction, she padded to the bathroom while I stood and watched. She had the most beautiful ass I had ever seen in my life. Light peach skin covered her perfectly round globes. I really was a lucky man.

  Deciding it was better to see her than lay there and imagine what I could do with her, I got up from the bed and headed into the bathroom myself. By the time I arrived, the water was steaming in the overly large shower and Charlotte was stepping in, her hair piled on top of her head in a curled, erratic bun. There was chocolate all over her body, including her back, from spooning with me. I wanted nothing more than to lick it off her body instead of the hot water doing its job. Are you fucking jealous of water now, Porter? Get a grip.

  Stepping up into the shower myself, I climbed in and shut the door behind me, grabbing Charlotte around the waist and pulling her into my hold. She leaned her head back against my shoulder and let the water run over her front, the chocolate laced water circling the drain. Her eyes were closed as she enjoyed the warmth of the water from the spigot.

  Grabbing a tendril of her long locks, I wrapped it around my finger and gave it a little tug. “You really should let someone cut some of this for you Charlie.” I murmured.

  She didn’t respond, but I knew she was attempting not to think about why she didn’t want to cut her hair. Deciding I would let it go again, for another day, I pulled her even closer against me, her ass wiggling to the beat of a melody I couldn’t hear inside Charlotte’s head.

  “Let me wash you,” I asked after several moments, when my already hard dick had had enough of being pressed up against her ass.

  With her eyes still closed, she reached around for the supplied loofah and body wash, turned in my arms, and held them out for me.

  “Only if I can wash you after,” she smirked, wickedness gleaming her in twinkling emeralds.

  “Deal,” I said, anticipating the pleasure of her small hands working the bubbles around my chest, my back, and my already swollen cock. It had been less than fifteen minutes and I was ready to go again. I pictured bending her over right here in the shower and pounding into her while her hands tried to find purchase on the granite walls.

  The pain of being this hard was debilitating, but I promised to wash Charlotte, so I took the sponge and poured the liquid soap onto it, lathering it in my hands. Just as I prepared to start soaping Charlotte, she surprised me by grabbing onto my rock hard length and lightly squeezing, lightly dragging her fingernails up and down, slowly, leisurely.

  “Charlotte, what are you doing?” I groaned out, loving the feeling of me in her hands.

  “I’m saying thank you for an amazing evening, I know it was you who made sure I won that spa day,” she whispered, still stroking me.

  “You don’t have to do that, Charlotte. I would do anything for you,” I muttered, barely able to form complete sentences with the ministrations she was showing my cock.

  “Oh, Mr. Porter. I tried to say thank you, but you stopped me earlier.” she teased.

  Just like before, I found myself standing in front of a kneeling Charlotte as she took me, in my entirety, into her waiting mouth. Dropping the loofah, my hands reached out to grip the walls of the stall and hold on for the ride. I knew it was going to be quick, I could feel my hips taking control and pumping into her willing channel. I always seemed to lose control when she was around. It was some sort of spell she put on me, I was sure of it.

  When I felt her choke slightly, I pulled back, not willing to let her gag. But she reached up and grabbed me, forcing me forward so she could finish the job.

  “Shit, Charlie, you’re going to unman me,” I sputtered.

  The hum of approval she made vibrated around my shaft and through my balls, travelling up through my body, causing me to gyrate my hips into her farther. She didn’t seem to mind as I lost all control and fucked her mouth with wild abandon. With a few flicks of her wrists, and her hand cradling my balls, I found myself cumming down her throat, unable to even warn her I had been so close. The feeling was extraordinary, like nothing I’d ever felt before. I felt my knees wobble and almost betray me by giving out and crumpling me to the floor, but by some miracle, I hung on to my composure and remained upright, panting along the way, stars twinkling before my eyes.

  When I looked down, I watched as she stood up and placed a gentle kiss on my mouth. “Thank you,” she said, before she leaned over, grabbing the fallen sponge, re-lathering it, and handing it back to me.

  I couldn’t speak. I had no vocabulary. What else could I say to the person who had just blown my mind into a million pieces. I tried opening my mouth several times and found myself coming up short. Pull it together, Porter. So, instead, I spoke with my actions. I washed every inch of her, from her delectable neck down to her dainty toes. After she was good and sudsy, I removed the shower head from the holder and began rinsing her, stopping after each rinsed spot to flutter kisses across the cleaned area.

  We sat in the shower for close to an hour, planting kisses on each other and washing away the chocolate, and our lovemaking, and for the first time in years, I felt a sense of peace settle within my chest. I felt like things were finally right in my world.

  When we finally emerged from the shower and towel dried each other off, not willing to stop touching each other, I carried her back into the bedroom and placed her on the couch next to the bed. I went to step away and stopped her protest with a hand.

  “I’m just going to clean up the bed, and then, we can sit and talk.”

  She nodded at me, not saying anything else. She had been quiet ever since I had told her I loved her, minus the few words she spoke in the shower. To say I was nervous about our chat was an understatement, but we needed to get it out of the way. In order to move forward, we needed to scale and tear down this fucked up beyond all reason wall that had been built between us.

  Once the towels were taken care of, safely stashed away in the bathroom where very unsuspecting maids would find them tomorrow, I walked back over to her and sat down on the couch. I was close to her, but not quite touching. If I started touching her now, I wouldn’t stop long enough to get this over with, and for the sake of my own sanity, I needed this to be over with.

  Several long, tense minutes passed and neither of us had said anything. I wasn’t sure where to start. I had told her multiple times that I was sorry, and I’d say it a hundred more if it meant she’d take me back. Maybe that was what I needed to do? I was so fucking clueless when it came to women most of the time, this being no different.

  “Alex, I--”

  “Charlotte, I’m--”

  We both laughed nervously when our words clashed.

  “Go ahead, Alex,” she motioned, with her hands to me.

  “Charlotte,” I sighed, running my hands through my still damp hair. “I can’t begin to tell you how sorry I am for everything. I had no right to keep silent when I knew what you had gone through and I should have told you that I had been there that night.”

  “I need you to know that I never meant to hurt you, and I know it might take a long time to regain and re-earn your trust, but I will spend my entire life trying to make it up to you. I’m not good with these frilly words, but I just, I just fucking love you and I’m so damn sorry.”

  I looked up at her to gauge her reaction. She seemed lost in thought, processing my words and my apology. Her facial expression gave nothing away and I found myself growing impatient and irritated with the silence. When she finally did respond, I let out a breath I hadn’t known I had been holding.

  “You’re right, Alex,” she finally said, back straighter, confidence oozing from her stature. “It will take you a while to regain my trust, but I need you to know, you have always, and will always carry my love with you. I just need you to stop hiding things from me,” the last bit a whisper.

  “I understand,” I said, gripping her chin and tilting her head up to look at me. “All I have wanted these past few weeks was to make you happy and to see
you smile, and when you walked into the office with your roses, and I saw the smile on your face, I knew I could do that for you. I knew I wanted to do that for you every day.”

  As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I knew I had made a huge blunder. She had no idea I had been watching her through her work cameras every chance I could. When the realization of my words dawned on her face and her eyebrows scrunched together, I knew immediately what she was going to ask. Way to go, Porter, you idiot.

  “What do you mean when you saw my smiles. How did you see my smiles at my office, Alex?” She asked, the tone of her voice rising with every few words, confusion and irritation lining the simple question.

  My mind blanked. I didn’t want to lie to her, but our relationship was just getting started again and I didn’t want to spook her. So, instead of telling her the truth and scaring her away, and instead of lying to her, I kept my mouth shut, pleading with my eyes for her to understand, begging her to drop it.

  I expected her to be upset, but what actually transpired in front of me left me feeling at a loss. She was angry. Angrier than I had ever seen her before.

  “What the fuck, Alex! How the hell did you know what I looked like when I got the roses. Jesus, are you spying on me? I should have known, you’re a goddamn control freak” She stood up from the couch and marched through the room, ripping her hair down from the pins and scattering them across the floor.

  “And now, after everything we JUST said, you’re not even going to tell me? Do you remember what happened last time you neglected to tell me something? Are you that stupid, Alex?” her rant continued as I sat, stumped, and in a fog.

  When she reached for her dress, my brain begged me to get up and go to her, but I found myself paralyzed, frozen to the couch. I couldn’t move. I was terrified of her walking out the door, but I couldn’t make my limbs move. Throughout my internal debate, Charlotte continued yelling at me.