"Sorry," I said, looking up at her and worrying. It had to be painful, I'd poured alcohol on a bloody cut before and I knew that stinging pain.
I pulled some Kleenex from a box and gently pat the blood and wetness away.
"It's fine. I kinda like it. There's one sure way to know you're alive," she joked.
She let me work on cleaning her up without showing much of the pain I knew she had to be in.
"I'm saying sorry because I know you must be feeling like shit right now and I hate that for you. I wish I could put a bandaid on it," she said.
"Yeah," I laughed bitterly. That shit was so out of nowhere I couldn't process it. "I'm more pissed she touched you. She has no right."
My hands were shaking so much. I tried to hold onto Charli's hands but I was too scared I was hurting her.
Angry tears fell out of my eyes and I pat them away with the back of my wrists. I'd ruin my makeup if I tried any other way.
She made me stop and pulled me into her body, wrapping me in her arms. She turned her face and rested it on my chest.
"It's okay. We're good," she said softly.
I felt a rush of care and attraction. Memories from earlier. Where her head lay I could feel my heart beating hard. In a way I was helpless, no power to change or fix everything. It was an endless stream of that, my life. I kept having these big moments where I stopped and saw myself from the outside.
I slipped my hands into her hair and let my nose sink in to it too.
"I don't want to lose you," I whispered, scared.
Maybe that's why I was shaking. I thought it was the anger but I dunno, this felt more right.
"You're not going to lose me. I'm here and Vic can't scare me off," she replied.
I wasn't so sure about that. It never made sense that Charli would choose me.
I led her face up so I could kiss her.
I don't know why I'd been so bad at communicating. Maybe I was self-sabotaging. Maybe the fear was too much and it kept me from really showing her how much I wanted her. I didn't want to do it anymore. She deserved to really know how much I wanted and needed her and I wasn't going to leave room for fear and doubt.
Instead of holding back I sunk my want and need inside her, pulling her close by her hoodie and squeezing her upper-thigh with my hand.
The kiss was instantly addicting for me. I let my hand slip up to her waist and knead her skin beneath her hoodie as I loved deeper, tasting stronger and longer, refusing to stop or slow or break away.
The hunger for me was always there. It was just the strength to endure it and take it in that I lacked. so many people let me down and I didnt want to break the best thing I had left.
That all went quiet because nothing compared to the feelings I got when she tasted me.
She pulled me into her even though I couldn't get any closer than I was. She kissed me back with perfect force. She was giving and open to me.
I reached for her hoodie, gripping the fabric and pulling it off. If she didn't want me she could say so. The small second our mouths parted I hated it and needed to rush to find her again. My breathing was strained and labored but I couldn't care.
I held her face and took what I wanted, the affirmation that even after everything she didn't run of yell or get angry with me. It was so new.
Her hands laid to my back and kept me against her. I felt the need in the lower part of me, how I'd been wanting her and thinking about her just there. I led her hand down to my ass and forced her to squeeze it.
A gasp escaped me. I parted our lips and breathed heavily.
My forehead rest on hers.
"Sit," she insisted.
She pulled me towards her by putting both her hands on my ass and guiding me up onto her body to straddle her lap. She kissed me again and moved her hands up my back.
I gasped again, crying out in such a way that it echoed into her mouth and I heard the sound travel inside of her.
I wanted her inside me. I needed her. But I couldn't say.
I touched her face and kept on kissing her. The way she was touching was too good and by now I'd have usually stopped us. There was an intensity like someone pressed the gas on a race car and I was inside it not knowing if I'd make it out alive or ever be able to stop. Lust urged me on, controlling me.
"You're perfect," she whispered.
My heart practically stuttered inside of my chest.
"I want you," I desperately breathed.
I didn't know how to explain or prove it to her but I was sick of thinking about it and not doing anything.
"How? I mean, should I touch you?" She asked.
I kissed down the side of her neck and tried to keep it together. "Yes," I whispered, a little scared of what came next. I knew she was sweet and she wouldn't hurt me. It wasn't hurt I was worried about. Maybe I was worried of liking it too much and never having it again.
I smoothed her hand up onto my thigh and led it under my dress so she could feel my naked skin.
"If you want to," I whispered shakily. I'd put it off for about as long as I could.
"Of course I want to," she said.
She tickled my inner thigh with light brushes of her fingertips and the first time she touched my sex through my underwear it was accidental but my reaction brought her back.
After that the touch was purposeful. She gently slipped between my folds and used slow motions to search out spots that made me moan.
I shivered and clung to her body, feeling more like a scared animal than a live human girl. Everything she did was so amazing and I couldn't control anything. I sunk my fingers inside her hair and breathed rapidly with no way to regulate.
"Inside," I whispered. I'd cum either way but I wanted to know how it felt. Stringing together a few words was definitely impossible so I chose only one.
She did what I wanted and used one finger to enter me, pushing in until she couldn't anymore and repeating the process.
My thighs tightened and I moaned a howl of a moan. It was like being let free from a cage.
My body moved with her, asking for more from her, guiding her way.
She used another finger, filling me more and figuring out how to move with me to make the motion smoother.
"Baby," she whispered.
I knew I wouldn't last long. Already my breathing had slowed, not allowing me to catch air. Several seconds would go by without a desperate gasp from me. The pleasure was too right. Breathing was second to that. I'd prefer this sweet perfect death to pretty much anything.
I clung onto her body and allowed myself to become lost in it while time perfectly suspended itself. Any moment now I could gasp and slip right over the edge.
"I'm gonna cum," I warned her. My voice was nothing short of an audible ache. I could crack like an egg and spill out all over her everywhere.
She moved faster inside of me and back until she was almost out again. Her face buried in my chest and I could feel her breathing hard.
"My Laura," she mumbled.
My eyes rolled and that was enough for me, I lost control and froze while she fucked me a few times equally thorough and deep. I hung there like a doll, feeling everything, the build up lasted for minutes and I was suspended inside it until the threshold was passed and I cried out and finally came.
I was sure she could feel it. The warm wetness shifted and soaked her.
My entire body shook, thighs, stomach, lips, cheeks, and hands.
It was everything. So perfect I could fucking cry.
I clung to her lazily and panted when I finally could.
"Baby," I breathed, so grateful and honestly taken by her.
"Well, that was pretty amazing," she said.
"Fuck," I swallowed. "That was…. Mmmm," I hummed. Half way through the hum it transformed into a very pleased growl.
"So, you liked it, I guess," she teased.
"No," I breathed.
"No but really. Was it okay?" She asked.
"The best," I breathed. I made ou
t with her neck lazily. "Best, best, best," I whispered.
"Holy… okay I'm so sensitive," she said.
She leaned her head back and let me kiss her skin.
"Too much?" I wondered. I definitely didn't want to stop touching her.
"No," she said.
She put a hand in my hair and kept me close.
"I love how you feel," she told me.
"Mmm… Can I tell you something?"
"Tell me," she said.
"Okay," I leaned back to look at her. "You are really good at what you just did."
"Really? Even though I've never done it?" She asked.
"That was… It's never felt that good baby."
"I'm glad. I was kind of nervous. I just didn't want it to be bad,"she confessed.
"It wasn't," I said, kissing her cheeks and her lips. "You're so fucking pretty," I whined.
"Thank you," she said.
It made me smile that she didn't fight me about it.
"Sorry I like… jumped you," I laughed.
"It was sexy. I love it when you do that. I feel wanted," she told me.
She took a deep breath and absently stroked my arm.
"You okay?" I wondered, worried.
"Very okay, I'm a little in awe and thankful," she said.
Her smile appeared and got wider as I watched her.
"Guess I didn't like that she touched you," I realized. Stupid Vic with her stupid bullshit. Charli is mine. The end.
"Is that what fueled that?" She asked.
"That and the theater," I smiled. "It's actually really hard not to think about you touching me. I always want it."
"I thought we might go to bed sad or maybe mad but I can't be either of those now. Do you know how much I loved that? Your body and how you look when I could see your face, it killed me in the best way," she told me.
I buried my face in her chest and breathed. She made me so happy. "I think I needed courage or something. Like I was worried I'd fuck it up. Or worried that if we..." I rubbed my hand on her chest and appreciated her. "I didn't want it to only happen once."
But also, just her simple touches did so much for me.
"I also didn't want you thinking that I hadn't gone there yet because I didn't want to or there was something wrong. It definitely wasn't that. I feel so much more with you than I have with anyone and it's such a new and wonderful thing," I explained.
"I didn't think anything of it. I just thought it wasn't the time yet. I trust you," she said.
"Still," I said. "I don't want you to have to doubt 'cause I'm crazy and my life's crazy. You knew I hooked up with Logan. I'm sure you thought about that. Why I could do that but not us."
"You said you felt more. I could see that being different. I just figured it was easy with Logan when you weren't invested the way we are. I know, that's how I feel. I'm all in," she replied.
She shrugged one shoulder and gave me a lopsided grin.
"I guess I thought it made me special," she said.
"You are special," I laughed a little. "I will say though, Logan was really inappropriately handsy the last time I saw him. I was pissed at Vic and sexually frustrated because of you. There was a lot more than just him going into that. Kinda hard to not be turned on when someone's touching you like that."
It was probably TMI. But it wasn't like I saw Logan and wanted to fuck him that day. It didn't happen that way.
"So, what do you think about when you were having sex with him?"She asked.
"Nothing really," I said. "I just didn't want to think. It was different."
"The last time you didn't think anything?" She asked.
I shook my head. "I wanted to erase things, not think anything. Just feel."
"Oh yeah, makes sense," she said.
She frowned for a moment but then her face cleared up.
"What?" I wondered, laughing a little. "You're not saying something. Do you think it's weird still? That I hooked up with him?"
"No, it's not weird. You were trying not to think. I get it. I get like that. It's when I go for a run or go to the gym," she explained.
"Hmmm," I hummed, wondering about her. "It's not like that with you," I watched her. "If you're wondering."
"I'm glad but if it ever is, please tell me, okay?" She asked.
"I'd tell you," I said. "This was definitely the opposite. I wanted specifically you. If you even came close to touching me the way he did I'd explode," I laughed.
"What do you mean? How?" She asked.
"He um… he wasn't afraid to try things," I laughed. "My sex drive is like insane so that really affected me, made me like a slave to it," I laughed. "You just breathe near me and it's the same as when he'd brazenly stroke me down there."
"Sounds dangerous, I guess I'll just have to stop breathing when we're in public together," she teased.
"Please don't," I asked. "I think I've gotten to the point where I want to take a little more. Like in the theater, I couldn't stop touching you. It was so nice."
"I never thought I'd be like that with someone in public. It just shows me that I had no idea how it could be. I mean, is it like this for other people? I never want you to stop touching me. I just wait for it and it's natural, like we always did it," she said.
"I literally can't stop thinking about you," I laughed. "You broke me."
I hugged her close and rested my head on her shoulder.
"How do I put you back together? Assuming, I should," she teased.
"You probably have to hold me forever," I whispered. "That's your safest bet."
"Sorted. Now, you'll have to hold me too since you broke me back," she told me.
"You seem put together," I noted. "It's actually crazy sexy."
"I'm really not. When you were doing stuff to me I kept having to remind myself not to thrash around like a wild animal. It was a problem," she recalled.
"Sexy," I reminded. I pulled back to stare at her perfect face. "I like knowing you feel things just as much as I do."
"I do. I'm lucky. Some people have negative first experiences. I got you. You better never leave me because I'm ruined," she said.
"I hope it wasn't too hard to wait for me," I pouted.
"Not at all. Totally worth it," she assured me, kissing the pout away.
My emotions had gotten the better of me today. I took advantage, kissing her deeply and then deeper again. There was no way she was leaving this room tonight. I planned on occupying her for a very long time.
"Mmm, let's move to the bed," she suggested.
"Mmm, sure," I smiled. I kissed her as I stared intentionally right into her eyes. "My sweet pillow princess," I teased.
"Hey! I'm pretty sure what just happened on this desk wipes out that nonsense," she defended.
"Uh-uh," I shook my head. "I always top you."
I slipped down off the desk and tugged on her hoodie to get her to follow me back to her bed.
She reached out and wrapped an arm around my waist to pull me back into the front of her body.
"Are you sure about that?" She asked.
She urged me toward the bed and toppled both our bodies onto the surface. She ended up on top, pinning me down so she could kiss me.
My eyes rolled back in my head, fingers finding the skin of her sides beneath her hoodie. "You wanna prove me wrong?" I teased. "I know I'm not gonna stop you."
"Then, lay back, baby," she said.
"Fuck," I ached, running a hand through my hair.
She moved off me for a second but just to move my dress up and take my underwear off.
"I could smell you on my fingers and that wasn't enough," she said.
She stroked my thighs with her fingertips and pushed my legs apart so she could settle between them.
"See, it's better the closer I get. So I want to know what happens if I do this," she said.
The words were followed by Charli's lips and tongue on my skin. She kissed my folds and parted them with her tongue.
"Aw shit," I gasp
ed, reaching for her face. My chest heaved and I slipped my fingers into her hair before I could stop myself.
She didn't hurry. I felt her tongue slide into me and then return to the surface. She found my most sensitive spots easily and exploited the newfound knowledge.
"Charli," I squeaked out, all tense and alive. My fingers tightened in her hair and I tugged her closer into me, wanting her more.
She didn't let up but she did move and a second later I felt her fingers find my sex and slide inside of me. She kissed my thigh and then returned to using her tongue to bring me close.
My head tilted back on the bed, my hands went limp and I lost all breath until I moaned in my aching and let out a loud cry of obvious pleasure.
She fucked me harder and kept up her multitasking. Her free hand held my hip and kept me close to her.
I kept moaning and feeling how perfect she felt. I'd unravel quickly which was depressing since this felt so fucking good.
"Mmm," she hummed, sending vibrations through my sex.
The new and perfect sensation rumbled through me everywhere. I became a mess of pleasure, lost to everything until I cried out and came again.
Only then did I feel my muscles and realize they were sore and noticed how tightly I’d been holding Charli’s hair between my fingertips.
“Sorry,” I panted, loosening my grip and trying to come back into myself. Had I know it could feel like this… I don’t think I ever would’ve spent my time with anyone else.
As I panted, I smiled.
"It was super hot." She slipped her fingers out of me and made her way up to lay beside me. "You have no idea."
I groaned and rolled into her, holding my stomach to try to recover from what she'd done.
"So, I'm definitely doing that as often as possible," she said.
"I love you," I whispered. I pressed my forehead to her shoulder and breathed.
"I love you too. Coooooincidence," she replied.
"Shut up," I laughed. I pulled her body closer to mine with a hand at her side. "I won't survive this. You're too good."
"You'll survive. I'll make sure," she promised.
"Okay," I said, accepting of love. My world had significantly changed for the better with her and I still wasn't sure how I got so lucky being stuck right into her room. "Just let me know when you get sick of me."
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