by Harper Sloan
Stepping out of my shorts, I climb back on the bed and draw her up on her knees and into my arms as I press her chest against mine. Pushing her hair to the side, I kiss down the side of her neck, not stopping until I come to her breasts, where I trace an outline just above the material before I draw back from her, moving up to kiss her lips. My hands have been gripping her hips, and I move them up over her curves, sliding them around to her back and up to her bra strap. Grabbing the hook, I stop and look down into her eyes. I can see the way her breasts rise as she inhales, stopping the moment she realizes what I want to do. Nodding, she allows me to unhook it, pulling it off her body before tossing it to the side. Wrapping my arm around her back, I pull her into me. It’s all I can do not to look down when I feel her breasts pressing against my bare skin, her hardened nipples poking me ever so slightly.
“You feel amazing naked against my chest,” I whisper in her ear, causing a small shiver to pass over her. I pull her knees out from under her with my free hand and slowly lay her down on the bed, careful to keep our chests pressed against each other. As much as I’m looking forward to claiming Charlie tonight, I could stay right here in this position all night long. There’s something undeniably intimate about feeling her skin touching every single inch of mine, save the most intimate of places. It’s an unfamiliar feeling. I’ve never felt this sort of intimacy with anyone. The desire to be inside her, the need for her pleasure to come before mine aren’t things I’m used to. It’s so much more than a fuck, and I have no idea how to process it, but I find myself loving the idea of it. And I surprise myself at the same time that I’m not moving her panties to the side so I can push myself inside of her quickly to get off.
“Knox,” she whispers as her hands run up my biceps and over my shoulders. The sound of her sexy whisper breaks me out of my trance, but it’s the feel of her hips circling, trying to grind on my boxer-covered cock that’s driving me crazy. “Please…don’t make me wait. I’ve wanted this for too long,” she admits, all breathy and sexy as hell.
Holy shit. She’s been wanting this? I’m not exactly surprised. I knew this attraction wasn’t one-sided, but hearing her say that she’s wanted to get in my bed is a relief, and I realize all I needed was confirmation. As much as I’d love to make her beg, I don’t think I can prolong this anymore. Lifting up, I’m more than ready to finally move this forward.
I take a moment to look down at her, wondering what the hell took me so long to realize I wanted her. She’s fucking gorgeous, and I decide brown is my new favorite color. Her dark hair is fanned out on my pillow, and soon I’ll be wrapping my hands up in it. The chocolate brown eyes that watch me as I hover over her are silently begging me to fuck her. And as much as I want her naked, the way she’s barely covered with the brown material that shows off her tan has me wanting to watch her in nothing but a sexy pair of barely there panties for a little while longer before I rip them off.
As I memorize every single inch of her, I push myself back on to my heels, my hands resting on her ankles. I can’t help but run my hands up her tight, sculpted calf muscles until they reach her toned thighs. I knew she had strong legs, but the feel of the muscles beneath my hands is something I didn’t expect, and I can’t help but stroke each one as they constrict under my touch. There’s something sexy about a girl who’s toned, and it’s just another thing that drives me wild about her.
She stretches up to run a finger along a bulging vein from my bicep down to my forearm before her fingers intersect with mine. She pulls my hand higher, nearly touching the material covering her. Moving down, I replace our hands with my lips, but she has different plans. Her hand pulls me back up, the other one guiding my mouth to hers. I slide my free hand up to palm her breasts, and it’s not long before her own hand is pushing mine down again, grazing her stomach before she places it between her thighs.
“I’ve been thinking about you touching me like this since that first night,” she confesses, and the masculine part of me wants to beat my chest.
“Since the night at the bar?”
My ego has to hear the words, and I’m trying not to grin like a fucking fool when she nods, looking slightly shy—a look I’ve never seen on her.
“Tell me,” I command, my hand gripping the side of her panties, trying to tease her as I’m ready to pull them down when she complies. When I lean down, my lips graze her breast before I pull one hard nipple in between them. My tongue traces circles around it, and when I look up at her, she’s watching me. “Did you imagine me doing this?”
Again, all she does is nod. I plant kisses up her chest, over her collarbone, and just shy of her lips. Slowly, I take one finger and trace it slowly over the material, feeling the damp spot between her knees. Moving down, I bypass her beautiful breasts, my lips moving to where my hands are. Kissing along her panty line, I look up at her one more time.
“What were you thinking, sweetheart? Did you imagine my tongue on you? Did you think about me tasting you?” Her eyes cloud over and I can feel her legs squirming. Her left hand moves to her breast, kneading it, and my dick tightens in response.
I’m almost positive that she’s about to spill, but instead, she decides to play her own game. And the way my stomach tightens as I watch her makes me think I’m half in love with her already. Running her hand down her stomach, she pushes mine away. Lifting her ass, she wiggles out of her panties. She pulls her legs up to unhook them and twirls them around her finger a couple of times before launching them across the room.
She grins at me sheepishly. “I’ve always wanted to do that,” she confesses, and thoughts of Charlie undressing herself rush to my mind.
“I’ll let you strip for me next time,” I tell her, watching as she lies back down on the bed next to me.
Sighing, she closes her eyes, and her hand moves from her breast to her pussy. She strokes her clit like she’s putting on a show for my eyes only, and I’m about to fucking come right now. Watching her touch herself, knowing she’s been thinking of me, awakens something inside me that has me desperate to be inside her, to finally claim her as mine, but I can’t tear my eyes away as she pleasures herself.
“Every time I was just like this, naked, waiting, and wanting you. Only you. As I’d lie in bed at night, touching myself, you were the only thing that could bring me to the point of coming. No matter what, I only had to picture those sexy eyes looking down at me as you stroked me with your long fingers, thrusting in and out, until I came. Every single fucking time, Knox, it was you. At least, I wanted it to be.” The whole time she’s saying this, she’s touching herself just like she did when thinking of me, and those last few words set me off.
Before I can stop myself, my head’s between her thighs. My tongue joins her fingers, pleasuring her in a frenzied unison—her fingers, my mouth. Sucking on her clit, I look up at her. Seeing her from this vantage point is so fucking erotic.
“And what about my mouth, baby? Did you imagine my tongue licking your clit, diving into your pussy, tasting every inch of you?” I ask in a husky voice, allowing my tongue to make one pass over her core as I wait for her answer.
Pulling her hand away from in between her legs, she places it on the back of my head, guiding my face between her legs. “There’s never been a mouth I’ve wanted more.” Taking her invitation, I bury my face in her warmth, finding out just how drenched with want she is. I’m a starving man, feasting on the most nourishing meal, one I’ve waited years for.
I’m trying to savor her, but she begins grinding her hips against my face in a hurried frenzy. My tongue moves in rapid succession until I feel her gripping the back of my head and moaning loudly as the first wave of orgasm washes over her. I trace my tongue up her slit and circle her clit before pulling away and blowing on it. She grips my shoulders at the contact, her fingers digging into my skin as she whispers, “Oh god.” It’s not the first time I’ve heard that in bed, but fuck yes, it’s the sexiest coming out of her mouth. I’m ready to make sure she says it mo
re than once tonight.
Smiling against her, I nibble one last time on her clit before pulling away. Sitting up, I shift in between her legs, and I’m so fucking ready for this moment. I can feel her still trembling beneath me, and my cock is aching to be inside of her. Reaching down, she takes hold of me and strokes once, then twice. Groaning, I know I’m going to come so hard once I’m finally enveloped in her warm center.
Leaning over the side of the bed, I have to pull away from her, and she protests. As I rifle around in my nightstand, I realize that I don’t have any condoms. I’ve never had sex without one, but I haven’t exactly needed them lately. Groaning, I realize I haven’t stocked up. I’m still searching the drawer when she pulls me back to her, her hips reaching up to meet my hard erection.
“Sweetheart, I don’t have any condoms. I’m clean. I was tested in the hospital. I haven’t been with anyone since, but if you want, I’ll throw on whatever clothes I can find and run to the nearest store. I won’t do anything you don’t want to,” I tell her, and I mean it. As much as I want to impale her bareback right now, I’ll protect her any way I can, even if means prolonging my release for another twenty minutes.
“No, Knox, it’s okay,” she says, running her fingers up and down my arms. Settling in between her legs, I feel her hand come up and grip me. “Dad put me on the pill as soon as I turned sixteen, and I’ve been on it ever since. And I got tested after I caught Drew. I’m clean, too. I trust you.” I have no idea why, but those three words do something to me, causing a stir somewhere other than in my cock.
Looking down, I catch her gaze. “I trust you too, sweetheart,” I tell her, my thumb moving down to flick her clit.
She shudders beneath me then pulls me down for a kiss. “And now that that’s out of the way, please Knox, for the love of all that is holy, fuck me already.” She’s grinning up at me, and although I hate to classify this as fucking, if my girl does, then I’m okay with it, even though it feels like so much more.
As much as I want to fuck her, as much as I want to claim her, this feels different than anything I’ve ever wanted. Yeah, I’m ready to be inside her, but I know it’s more than that. I want to be with her, and not just physically. She’s reduced me to a thirteen-year-old boy, wanting to make it official, and right now, I don’t even care. She’s mine—no one else’s—and I need to hear her say it.
Pushing my hips into her, I reach down and pull one of her thighs up and around me so I can move in closer to her center. I can feel how wet she is as my cock slides up and down her slit, searching for entrance.
Her hand slowly guides me into her, and the moment the tip is in, I can’t help but push her hand away as I pull myself out. “Not yet, sweetheart,” I growl, my eyes meeting hers, which are filled with desire and impatience. “I need to hear it.”
She wrinkles her forehead as she brings her hand back to my cock, but I grab it and pin it over her head as I lean down so my face is only inches from hers.
“What, Knox?” she breathes, and my dick twitches at the sound of her voice. “What do you want to hear? I’ll say anything. Please, don’t make me wait any longer.”
“You’re mine,” I tell her, and it’s not a question.
“Mmmhmm,” is her only response. When I look down, I see that her eyes are hooded, nearly closed, and I can feel her squirming underneath me.
“Say it,” I order, my cock still teasing her warm pussy.
“I’m yours, Rugged,” she whispers. Her eyes then open and she glares at me. “But if you’re not inside me in two seconds, I’ll get myself off.”
I barely hear the last part because when she says she’s mine, I slam into her in one deep thrust, causing her to cry out. When I’ve filled her fully, I still my movements, looking down at her. Her eyes are closed, her head slightly tilted back on the pillow. My hand pushes the hair out of her face, and I cup her chin, forcing her to look at me. I need to see her eyes, to see that she feels the same way I do as my dick settles inside her.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” I tell her, finally admitting it to both of us and letting her know it wasn’t just her. In response, she wraps both legs around my waist, pushing me into her even deeper. With her eyes wide and watching me, a sexy, slow grin spreads over her face.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
Her words light a fire inside as I begin to rock in and out of her, and I’m cursing myself for not taking my time like I planned. I’m thrusting into her with enough force to rock the headboard, and she keeps her legs locked around me with a steel-like grip. The moment I feel my balls begin to tighten, I lift up, bringing her with me. After I move us to the edge of the bed with her in my lap as my feet hit the floor, she rides my dick as she sits on top of me. I’m trying to hold on as long as possible, but I keep pistoning up into her as she lifts up and then sinks down on me. It’s goddamn fucking harmonic the way our bodies are colliding in a heated passion that’s been building between us for weeks.
I can tell she’s close when she begins to speed up, practically bouncing up and down on my dick. Her breasts are in my face, and I can’t help but lean forward, taking one in my mouth. At the same time, I bring my hand in between us and feel her hard clit, wet with her pleasure. I can’t help the groan that escapes my lips as I feel her warmth on my fingers, and it does something to my ego, knowing that she’s wet, only because of me. She’s so fucking wet for me, and I feel like I’ve been waiting my whole life to pleasure her.
Circling her clit, I alternate the motion with light pinches, causing her to lean forward. Her breasts are pressing against my naked chest as she wraps her arms around my neck. Surprising me, she bites down on my earlobe, and I know I’m about to empty myself into her.
“Look at me, sweetheart,” I ask her, wanting to see her face when she comes. She doesn’t open her eyes, so I grip her chin, demanding it. “I want to watch you the first time you come around my cock, Charlie. I need to see the way your pretty brown eyes fill with lust as you milk every last drop out of my hard dick.”
Immediately, I’m treated to the deep brown pools that look both heated and turned on at my demands. I have a feeling my sweet, confident, independent girl likes being told what to do in the bedroom, and I can’t fucking wait to explore that side of her.
Slowly, she pulls back, and as I thrust up into her, I see the glossed-over look in her eyes as she watches me. My thumb circles her clit even faster, and I can feel her inner muscles tightening around me, ready to take every drop from my erection. Feeling the pressure building, I thrust harder, faster, and she’s crying out, digging her nails into my back right as I’m shuddering, emptying myself inside of her as she buries her face in my neck.
She’s still riding the wave of her orgasm as I wrap my arms around her, continuing to pump my release until we both still. I realize I could stay in this position forever. Charlie, naked, leaning against me, is sexy as hell, and the feel of her hot, bare skin against mine is something I’ve never wanted to feel before. And I mean that in the literal sense. Every sexual experience I’ve had since I can remember ends the moment it’s over. I’ve never held on tight after getting off. I do just that. Get up, get off, and get out. But with her? I don’t want to let her go, and the thought of finally letting someone in scares the fuck out of me.
WHAT’S THAT old ‘90s song? Don’t wake me, I’m dreaming. Yeah, that song’s on repeat in my brain right now, but the fact that I’m sitting on Knox’s lap with him still buried deep inside of me, still pumping his release, lets me know that this is, in fact, fucking real life. Real fucking life? Real-life fucking? My brain feels like mush right now. Whatever it is, it’s the most amazing sex I’ve ever had, and even though it only lasted about five minutes, that’s all I needed. All we both needed.
The way he demanded that I look at him while I was coming was both sexy and unnerving. I’ve never been with anyone who wasn’t one hundred percent sweet and gentle. It turned me on in a way that I’d love to explore in t
he future, and I wonder if he feels the same.
He finally stills and he lifts my chin again, forcing me to look at him. As he stares into my eyes, it takes everything in me not to look away. His hand comes up and brushes my hair off my shoulder.
“I knew you’d look sexy when you came, and sweetheart, you took my fucking breath away.”
I’ve always been confident in the bedroom, but something about the way he watches me, my every movement, as if he’s relishing in the entire experience is something new for me. And I know I should be used to his outspoken nature, but he’s making me feel as if I’m the most beautiful woman in the world and that he couldn’t want anyone more.
Deciding to be playful, I place a kiss on his lips. “So it wasn’t just me? You’ve been thinking about doing this, too?” I tease, remembering his words from earlier.
“Sweetheart, you give me thirty minutes and I’ll show you every fantasy I’ve had about you,” he says as I feel him twitching inside me. Rolling back onto the bed, he brings me with him before he turns us on our sides, still facing each other, him still inside me. His hand comes up to cup my face while the other strokes the small of my back. Despite what we just did, I can’t help but shiver at the contact.
We lie there for a few moments, not talking, just enjoying the feel of each other. My mind is racing, trying to process everything that just happened. I never imagined that going on a date with Chris would lead to this. And while I can’t say I’m disappointed, I’m wondering where we’re going to go from here. Sex with Knox was fanfuckingtastic, and I’m hoping I get more of it in the future. And it’s not just sex I want. Sometime over the last few weeks, we found some unspoken truce, and I find myself wishing I could know more about him, that he’d let me in. I’m hoping this is a step in the right direction, praying that he means it when he says I’m his. Feeling anxious, I slide over, trying to get up from the bed, but he’s still holding me down.