"Please. God, please." She jerked at him, her fists too tight, too good.
He almost didn't hear, he was so close to exploding. But to admit such would give her even more power than she already had over him, whether she realized it or not. His fingers plunged deeper, scissored and stroked. "You're so wet. So delicious. So inviting. All mine."
"Damn it," she muttered as she began to rock, head thrown back and skin flushing. "Damn, damn, damn."
He laughed, but even to his ears it sounded false and strained. He bit out the words. "What do you want?"
She swallowed as her deep brown gaze met his and cheeks flamed pink. "I want your cock, not your fingers, inside me right now." She spun, a lightning fast move, taking him deep even as his breath caught. Christine's cry filled the air as she clenched around him. "You. I want you. Only you."
Charlie yanked her against him, ravaging her lips as she fucked him, as she drove his cock to the hilt inside. His tongue made love to her mouth as their bodies slapped in wild abandon. She grabbed his hands and placed them on her bouncing breasts. He pinched her nipples, making her gasp before she repeated the gesture on him while she increased the pressure. Hmmm, so she likes it a bit rough, does she? He feathered a hand in the valley between her breasts; she grazed his chest with short nails. He continued the sensual game of follow-the-leader. She cupped his face to deepen the kiss, licking and biting his lips. He did the same. She pushed up, away, and leaned back so his cock bumped deep. She held him with clenched inner muscles as he clung to the last thin wire of control. She watched him watch her, more intimate than his cock throbbing inside her. He thrust his fingers in her soaked, quivering lips. She gasped and squeezed his cock so tightly he half-groaned, half-screamed. "Christine, Jesus."
She bit her lip, one of the sexiest things he'd ever seen, as wild color flooded her face, neck, and upper chest. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
"Shh." His fingers caressed her swollen little nubbin, tugging once, twice.
Christine arched as she exploded with a scream then collapsed against him as her pussy throbbed around his rock hard cock. Moments later, she gasped out, "How can you still be...?"
Charlie laughed with desperate need. "Because of you." He lifted them to half sitting position, her tunnel still pulsing around him. "Let me show you what else you do." Their musk mingled as he grasped her hips, moving them in a slow ride.
She held his arms and matched his pace, from slow and easy to wild and fast. She arched, head dropping like a stone to his shoulder. So he slowed with gentleness he didn't think he possessed, easing in and out as if they had all the time in the world. His arms enfolded his precious, unique Gem. His heartbeat thudded against her spine as his hands caressed and stroked her silken skin. She felt so good, they felt so good, were so good. He never wanted this moment to stop.
But his body strained and his cock ached. He delved his fingers once more within her wet folds. Christine's face held a contrast of desire, need, and wonder. She grabbed the melted something inside him as she whispered his name, just his name, and her palm cupped his cheek. Charlie halted, teeth bared ever so slightly as he clutched her hips tight, pulsing deep within her. "Come for me. Again." He thrust hard and heard her whimper. One finger pressed her nubbin. "Now."
"Charlie!" Teeth sunk in her bottom lip, she came apart, hips flush, spine bowed as her forehead brushed his and release flooded over him.
"Thank you, thank Christ." He exploded deep and clung to her as they both tried to breathe. After endless minutes, he lowered them to the tangled sheets and wrapped her close, one leg thrown over hers, his head nuzzled in her neck. They lay there for minutes, hours, he couldn't tell. God, what the hell had just happened?
Christine spoke, her voice a thread of sound. "It's like the first time for me, because it is the first time I ever—more than once."
"My beautiful darling." Charlie kissed her shoulder, utterly enchanted and more than a bit proud of himself. "It's a first for us both."
She gazed up at him, a mixture of tousled innocent and satisfied wanton. "You feel so incredible, in and on me. What did you call me earlier in your language?"
Charlie shifted a bit and realized they remained joined. Now wasn't quite the time to admit what had previously only been spoken in his dreams. He flexed. "I'll tell you later. Next?"
"I feel you but still—" Her brows raised, slender slashes of dark blonde on her creamy skin. "—are you certain you're up for more?"
"Give me a few minutes and I'll show you what six years' worth of waiting does to a man." Charlie traced her spine, absorbing the delicate little shivers.
She gaped. "Six years? You've wanted me for six years? But you never told me, or let on in any way."
"I flirted with you." His fingers danced up and down her arm. "Daily for the last three of those years."