by Lily Morton
“I’ve gotta move Mabe,“ he whispers. “Honest to god I usually last longer than this, but Christ this is you and me.”
“Yes,” I moan. “Don’t stop,” and just like that he loses his control and starts fucking me hard, long distinct lunges propelling me back and forward on the settee. The room echoes with the sounds of flesh slapping together, moans and groans and the moist sounds of my body taking him in. His speed increases and he starts to make grunting noises every time he bottoms out. I feel his sweat covering me and his cock hitting some place inside me that I’ve never felt before but it’s driving me wild. I can feel myself start to throb inside and I tighten my legs around him locking my feet together over the small of his back. I can feel his backside pistoning between my legs and at the thought of how we must look, him dark and golden over me and in me, I feel the throbbing increase and then coalesce into a huge explosion as I come and come and come.
“Yes,” Charlie shouts and his thrusts become irregular as he starts to buck. “Yes, I’m coming baby,” he grunts and then throws his head back with a gasping cry. I feel warmth flood inside me and then we both collapse into each other in a tangled sweaty mess, and for a few minutes my thoughts are a merciful blank.
Finally, after what seems like hours Charlie stirs and pulls himself up more onto his arms. The movement forces his still hard cock deep for a second, and I tense because incredibly I feel my pussy throb and tighten around him.
“Jesus,” he says his eyes darkening again. “I’ve just come so hard I think I lost my spine, and I’m ready for round two already.” He punctuates this with a thrust of his hips and unable to help myself I tighten my legs again and moan. We stare at each other for a while our eyes seeming to tangle and despite what we’ve just done to our friendship it’s the most content I’ve ever felt with anyone. I feel at this moment as if I’m where I was always supposed to be and I’m incredibly happy but also incredibly nervous.
He seems to sense this because he leans down and gives me a lush kiss, all silk and senseless, and when I’m clinging to him he lifts his head and does the Eskimo kiss again.
“Are you alright?” he asks in a low voice. I turn my head searching the table with my eyes. “What are you looking for?”
“My shot glass,” I say. “I’m definitely not answering that, you answer it first!”
He laughs and watching him do that like I have a hundred million times before but with him doing it inside me for the first time, well I’m speechless. He nuzzles my temple affectionately. “I’ll answer that, you little coward. I don’t need a shot. I’m happy,” he whispers. “Really happy. I’ve wanted this for so long.”
“Really?” I say completely taken aback. I’ve dreamt of this moment for so long I almost need to pinch myself to make sure that it’s real. “How long?”
“Since I realized that you had this rack,” he growls, leaning down and nestling his face against my breasts.
“You have not,” I protest, stroking his hair tenderly and feeling an amazing sense of peace. Surely a feeling as good as this can’t go wrong.
“No, really Mabe. I’ve fancied you since we were teenagers and it’s grown and deepened every year.”
“Why didn’t you do anything about it?” I ask, noting his use of the word fancy rather than love with a sinking heart, but then I push it away. I’m going to ride with this. This might be my only chance and if he doesn’t love me I’ll make him. It’s surely impossible for anyone to love Charlie as much as I do and surely it can’t be possible for this depth of feeling to be one sided.
“I couldn’t,” he says softly. “I was a total slut then I know that, and I knew I’d hurt you badly Mabe. I couldn’t stand the thought of anyone hurting you, so how could I stand the thought of it being me? I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you. You’re everything to me and if I hurt you I’d definitely lose you.”
“Maybe,” I say. “But maybe you wouldn’t have hurt me at all.”
“I hurt everyone,” he says softly. “In the end everyone leaves.”
“You do not, and they don’t either,” I say indignantly. “You’re brilliant Charlie. You’re funny and kind and loyal and you have a lot of people that love you.”
He smiles against my breast and I know he doesn’t believe me. His dad did a really good job of making Charlie and Sid feel unlovable and I could kick the man’s arse sometimes. “You always stick up for me,” he murmurs.
“Well you stick up for me too,” I say and then gasp as he eases out of me, and then pushes his cock which is fully hard again over my clit, slipping back and forward in our combined wetness. “I’d like to stick it up you,” he whispers salaciously, and then laughs out loud as I try to hit him.
He rolls to his feet lithely and stands there as he kicks his trousers off. He’s completely unselfconscious and really who can blame him because he’s utterly beautiful.
“Where are we going?” I ask, taking his hand and letting him haul me, much less gracefully, upright.
“We’re going to have a shower,” he says in a honeyed tone I’ve never heard before. Catching the shoulders of my dress he slowly pushes it off my body until it falls in a heap on the floor and leaves me standing naked in front of him. For a split second I feel selfconscious thinking of all the beautiful women that have stood before him over the years but his eyes smoulder and bending forward he cups my bum and pulls me into him. “I’m going to get you nice and clean because after that you’re going to be naughty and dirty!”
“Was that terrible line from a porno?” I snigger forgetting my fears, and then shriek as he swats my bum chidingly.
“It might have been,” he says. “Follow me upstairs and I’ll see if I can remember some of the moves from it as well!”
Giggling and shushing each other we gather our clothes together and creep up the stairs, stopping every second to kiss, with the kisses growing progressively longer and rougher as we reach the top floor. However, I hesitate as he tries to pull me into his room. He looks at me enquiringly.
“You’ve had Noa in there,” I say, and he shakes his head instantly in denial at my hesitation.
“No, no,” he says, pulling me close. “The sheets have been changed, but Mabe I never slept in here with her anyway.”
“What? You did too!”
“No I didn’t. She slept in here. I slept in the studio.”
“But why?”
“I told you. She invited herself. We were never really together anyway, and I was a bit occupied this week stopping myself forcing you against a wall and pushing my tongue down your throat to want to sleep with anyone else.”
“So how long has it been for you?” I whisper.
“Jesus Mabe, do we have to have this conversation naked on the landing? I’ve got no intention of Sid seeing my junk and if he wants to live he’s never, ever going to see your bits.”
“Bits!” I giggle, letting him pull me into the room and close the door. “What? Are you five?”
He growls and starts backing me towards the bathroom. “Okay, you asked for it Mabe. I’ll show you how many grown up words I know.“ He starts to punctuate each word with tickles or slaps to my bum until I shriek. “How about pussy, cunt, snatch? No? Vagina, minge, twat? Hang on, don’t go anywhere, I’ve got more!”
I slap his hands away gasping. “No more. I give in. My bits shall stay sacrosanct. You really know far too many words for female genitalia.”
He reaches in and starts the water running in his enormous shower, and when he’s satisfied with the temperature he pushes me in following close behind and shutting the door. Steam steadily fills the air as he stands behind me and after wetting my hair he squirts shampoo into his hand and then starts to shampoo me with long firm strokes that make me close my eyes and moan.
“You can do this every day,” I say, losing control of my tongue to my horror, and I feel him still.
“Really?” he says casually. “Every day eh?”
“Only if you’re arou
nd,” I say, trying to pull back from the serious tone that I’ve introduced which could spoil everything.
“Oh, I’ll be around,” he says darkly. “There’d better be no one else doing this for you.”
“Well, you’d better keep practising then,” I say, reaching round and patting his firm bum. “Don’t want you to get rusty.”
He laughs and switches to conditioner. When he’s rinsed my hair I twist and back him up against the tiled wall. I squirt some gel into my hand smelling the familiar spicy Tom Ford scent that he likes. “My turn,” I say teasingly. “Assume position!”
“Okay Nurse Ratched,” he says laughing, and then his laughter stills as my hands reach him. Slowly, I trace my hands across his muscled chest making soap swirls across the smattering of hair that arrows downwards over his six pack and down his flat stomach until it reaches its destination and thickens out around his cock. Charlie stands strangely silent and still for such an active man and lets me trace his cut hipbones and then his muscled veiny arms. Then I fill my hands with shampoo. “Bend forwards,” I whisper because the thickening silence needs only a whisper. He obeys and I work the shampoo into a rich lather through his shaggy mane. I catch sight of his eyes squeezed shut and he looks terrible vulnerable suddenly, so I slide my arms around my boy in a tight hug. He smiles and shakes his hair off his face running a hand down his face and then encasing me in his warm arms. “Alright?” he whispers into my hair.
“Yes,” I whisper into the scented steam. “I’m good baby.”
He squeezes me and then sets me back slightly. Tracing a trail across my stomach he makes me gasp by suddenly cupping my pussy. I’m instantly wet, far quicker than I’ve ever been before, which I think is due to the fact that now I know what he’s capable of, I want more. He smirks cockily at me and then rubs his finger in the gathering moisture. “I’m sorry,” he mutters, suddenly serious, looking down at his hand as if hypnotized. “I didn’t use anything Mabes.”
I jerk in surprise which must make me look like a bit of an idiot, but everything has seemed so natural and smooth between us tonight that stupid as I am it never occurred to me.
“I’m on birth control,” I say. “I get the shot, but it’s not just pregnancy I’m bothered about Charlie.”
At this he looks me straight in the eye. “I’m clean, I swear Mabes. I had a medical last month, and anyway I never, ever go without condoms, you know that.” He smiles faintly. “My motto’s always been don’t dare if it’s bare.”
I can’t help myself and snort. “That’s truly lame,” I smirk. “Don’t ever go into advertising.” Then my smile fades. “But why did you do it tonight?”
“I don’t know,” he mutters, not looking at me and I’m sure he’s lying, so I open my mouth to question this but he puts his fingers over my lips to stop me. “Let’s not do this tonight,” he pleads. “We’ve got plenty of time to talk tomorrow Mabe but tonight I just want to be with you. It’s so different with you I haven’t got the words right yet. Do you know what I mean?”
Strangely I do and where normally I’d want an in depth discussion I too want to drift along in our bubble. So, instead of talking I open my mouth and suck on one of his fingers instead and watch his pupils dilate instantly. “Jesus,” he says hoarsely, and then we’re in each other’s arms again as he backs me into the wall slowly our soapy bodies rubbing wetly against each other.
“Mabe, it’s so good,” he groans, and then his mouth is on mine and everything in me goes dark and hot. Kissing slowly and deeply we writhe against each other enjoying the wet slip and slide of our bodies. Our hands move on each other. Mine cup his taut backside squeezing and pulling him into me. His cup my breasts letting the water slick across them and then bending to take a nipple into his mouth. His cheeks hollowing, he sucks deeply and then bites slightly, a smile crossing his full lips as I moan and cry out. His hands move further and slide down my sides diverting to caress the flare of my hips and then inwards teasingly running down either side of my clit. He backs away slightly staring downwards as he opens me up and lets the spray hit me on my clit.
“Charlie,” I call out, trying to pull him to me and circling my hips futilely to get more pressure. He gives in with a stark laugh and pressing his finger against my nub he uses the water to start a slick friction.
“You want to come Mabe?” he mutters into my hair, his chest moving slickly against my hard nipples.
“Yes, please Charlie, make me come.” I gasp, and then suddenly he pushes two of his long fingers into me and uses his thumb to rub my clit. I arch into his hand with a choked gasp and as he nuzzles against my cheek I feel his face move in a smile. He speeds his motions up until finally with a twist of his fingers I stiffen and come for what seems like forever with a scream. Dimly I hear him groan and then still in the throes of one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had, I feel him grasp my bottom and hoist me up. Obeying his unspoken command I encircle him with my arms and legs and feel his first thrust inside me.
“God,” he groans. “So good Mabe, so tight. You’re going to make me come again love.”
“Yes Charlie,” I gasp feeling the friction of him inside me and the way the base of his cock hits my clit on every upward thrust and then impossibly I feel myself building again. “Charlie,” I groan and he grunts.
“Yes babe. Come again. Come now,” and then we both stiffen and shout out as the explosion engulfs us.
I’m hardly aware of him helping me out of the shower and I stand mute with my eyes drooping as he dries himself and me. He laughs. “I think I’ve sexed you to death,” he says, and then kisses his bicep. “Yes! I am the master!”
“Shut up,” I grumble, and shuffle forwards and hug him.
“Hands off Pearson, you’re an insatiable sex pest,” he smiles, but his tight hug belies his words. “Come on,” he says softly and leading me to his bed and holding the sheets up for me he motions me forward. I climb in relishing the cool firmness of the Egyptian cotton sheets, and then he moves in behind me and draws me back into his body. Arranging me so that he’s spooning me to his satisfaction he kisses my neck inhaling the scent of my hair. “What’s your song?” he whispers, and I don’t even have to think about it.
“’The Fall’ by Rhye,” I say, too content at this moment to care what this reveals and I suddenly feel his arms tighten around me so hard I almost can’t breathe. “What about you?”
“Springsteen’s ‘Secret Garden’,” he mutters and I take a second to recall the lyrics and then I smile and punch his arm lightly.
“Isn’t that about a woman’s private parts? You’re such a bloke Charlie!”
He laughs and then nuzzles my neck again. “No, to me it’s about a woman trusting a man and letting him see inside her, the bits that the rest of the world don’t see, her soft spots if you like. It’s that sense of warmth at really knowing someone and being with a person that you truly trust.”
“That’s beautiful Charlie,” I say softly knowing I’m going to listen to this song as soon as I can and probably mull over what he’s actually saying to me. Then, I can’t help it and I let out a massive yawn and he sniggers.
“Sleep Mabes,” he says softly. I think I hear him whisper ‘I love you’ but blackness swoops up on me and I slide into a deep sleep.
I don’t know what time it is when I wake but the room is only faintly lit so it must be near dawn. I don’t know what’s woken me, and because of the bouts of sex and alcohol, I can hardly keep my eyes open anyway. I think I hear the chimes of several text messages coming from a phone in the room and I try to wake up. Charlie stirs next to me. “I’ll get it love,” he whispers in his early morning gravelly voice and I shiver slightly.
“Okay baby,” I whisper, and then slip back into sleep.
Ten
When I wake up the next morning I don’t know where I am at first and then I stretch, and the soreness deep inside reminds me. I turn my head on the pillow to find him but he’s not there, and when I touch his pillow
it’s cold. Sitting up I look out of the window to find the sun shining, and a quick glance at the clock tells me that it’s 10 am. I smile wonderingly and stretch again with a giggle. I never normally sleep this late but then I’m not normally in bed with a sexual athlete all night.
Sitting up and lowering my legs to the ground I look around for my clothes. My dress is draped over the easy chair by the window but I ignore it. Feeling sentimental I go to Charlie’s chest of drawers and take out an old blue Led Zeppelin t-shirt and pull it on. It smells like him and I relish the feeling of being able to do this. Going to the door I open it quietly and peek out onto the landing, but luckily there’s no one there, and Sid’s door is open so he must be downstairs too, I don’t mind Sid knowing about us. Hell, I want the whole world to know, but not yet. We need to talk properly today like he promised and go from there.
Tiptoeing quietly I ease into my bedroom and head for the shower. When I look in the mirror I gasp. My eyes look heavy lidded and slumberous and my lips are full and bruised. I have the look of a well loved woman, and I watch my lips curve in a secret, knowing smile. I almost don’t want to shower him away from my body but I tell myself that there’ll be other nights. I find further signs of him on my body when I’m in the shower, in the form of stubble burns on my inner thighs and breasts, and finger shaped marks on my hips and bum.
Half an hour later I pad down the stairs wearing an old yellow sundress that Charlie’s always loved and with my hair down. I feel different today like I’m moving more fluidly and languidly. There’s still no one about but I can hear the news channel on the TV coming from the lounge and I presume they’re in there.
I’m a little surprised and I must admit a bit hurt that Charlie didn’t wait for me to wake up, or that he didn’t do something romantic like breakfast in bed for our first morning together, but I brush it aside. Last night was wildly romantic, some of the things he said make me blush now and he’s always on the move, a total fidget, so I’m not surprised that he can’t stay in bed.