Christine ran her hands through his dark hair and deepened their kiss. Oh how she'd missed him. She stood on tip toe to press against him tighter, breathed deep of his scent, and knew serenity she'd not experienced since her time in Hawaii. She wanted to devour all of him, didn't care if they said one word or a thousand, and never wanted him out of her arms again.
"Charlie," she whispered and watched his navy eyes darken to black. He held her gaze as he lowered his head and raised her cupped breast at the same time. She leaned back and gasped when his tongue touched her through the old, thin T-shirt and bra. A mockery, his tongue on the material when it should be on her bare skin.
Taking his hand, she led him to her room. She regretted he always seemed to catch her at her worst, when she so wanted to be beautiful for him. She tugged the shirt over her head, shaking her hair free, and tossed it away before moving to unclasp the old bra. It should be lace, she thought. My hands are too rough, my skin too sweaty. How could he want me?
As if reading her mind, he lifted her chin and kissed her so gently she felt tears again. He clasped her hands over her head as his gaze traveled down every inch of her body. She didn't breathe, couldn't move under his gaze as he touched his forehead to hers. "You're beautiful, my Christine."
If only to him, if only for this moment, she felt beautiful. He kissed her again and again. She loved how they kissed, lips soft, warm, clinging. His tongue dove into her as his body soon would and caused a moan to rise within her as he licked the shape of her mouth. "Charlie, I have to touch you."
He released her hands and stroked a finger down her side, halting at the waistband of her jeans. "I could touch you all day and it wouldn't be enough. I want your skin on mine." One snap followed by a slow zip and her jeans and panties pushed down her hips. She twisted, stomped, and kicked her feet free a second before he crushed her against him, a wind storm beating the ocean waves on the shore as they surged together. Her breasts flattened against his chest, her hips cradled in the saddle of his, and their mouths fused.
Christine heard his moans above hers as she broke the kiss once more to gasp in air only to lose it in a cry as his lips nibbled her skin. Oh God, his teeth on her hard nipples. "Yes, please, yes." The half-moans, half-screams came from her, she realized in a daze. "I want to make you scream too." She dropped to her knees and gripped his hard length through his slacks.
Charlie shoved her hand away. "God, no. Not yet. I can't."
"Shh." She lowered her mouth, determined not to be stopped. He hissed a breath, a curse, and stiffened more. "Please, just let me."
"Take." He dug his hands deep in her hair and held her in place as she smiled in triumph. Her fingers lowered his zipper as she watched him. Stroking him, rubbing the material of his pants against him, seeing how beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and his jaw clenched made power and need course through her. He trembled, his fingers caught in her hair with a shaky grip. You want me as much as I want you. She found hard hot skin under her light caress before she shoved his pants and briefs to the floor. Encircling him, she pumped as her thumbs traced the path of veins in his smooth skin and blood pulsed to harden him even more. His legs trembled, and his voice was ragged. "Enough. Let me."
"No." Christine leaned closer and heard him mutter a curse. His grip increased, tugging at her head as she resisted. The power struggle lasted seconds and ceased when her thumb rolled over his moist tip. His knees pressed against her shoulders, his fingers massaging her scalp as her mouth lowered and she tasted him. She nibbled and heard muttered words in his native language. Ah, he liked this and wanted it as much as she. Not making either of them wait longer, she suckled deep, filling her mouth with his hard length. Blood pounded in her ears, her focus complete as she tongued and pumped, determined to bring him to release. Faster, hotter, harder, a flurry of her lips and hands and hips grinding as his fingers gripped her head and helped her make love to him. When his breath gasped and the first salty sweet drops fell upon her tongue, she clamped her lips around all she could take and sucked.
"Ku'uipo, Ku'u 'I'ini!" Charlie jerked as he came. She clutched tight and swallowed over and over. When the stream ended and he shuddered against her, she slowly, with great care, licked him clean. She leaned back on her heels and saw pure satiated male.
"That's the second time you've said those words. What do they mean?" Christine held his hips in her hands, watching the satisfied spark dim into a guarded expression. "Please."