“Damn, I’m regretting not putting on make-up, and brushing my hair tonight.”
“Yeah, that makes me feel even guiltier.” he laughs wryly. “Since you look about 20 without make-up.”
I close the distance between us, pushing my body against his, and tilt my face upwards, my lips parting slightly.
Kiss me, you damn fool.
The internal battle in his head rages on across his face, and I know what side I’m on.
My hands clench tight around his waist so that his now erect length presses hard against my lower stomach. With no shoes on, I need to reach up on my tiptoes.
He lets out a slow, tortured groan, then crushes his lips against mine, forcing my mouth open. Yes. Exactly what I’ve been craving.
The coat drops to the ground, and he takes my head in both his hands, holding me in a dominant grip.
My hands are all over his body, in his hair, over his firm pecs, his thighs, that washboard thick stomach.
I can’t touch it all fast enough.
I reach down and wrap my hand around his hardness, and a low guttural moan erupts from his chest.
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” he says hoarsely, breaking free from the kiss.
My hand wraps defiantly around his cock.
“So you keep saying.” I huff. “But you also said you could give me the best orgasm of my life.
Fucking prove it.”
He chuckles, his dilated pupils darkening to almost black.
Without warning, he sweeps me up in his arms and pushes my legs around his hips so that I’m straddling his groin.
I let out a surprised yelp as he started to ascend the stairs.
“Put me down! We are going to fall.”
He ignores me and continues up until we reach the top stair.
“Open the door,” he demands gruffly, his breathing laboured.
“It would be easier if you put me down.” I giggle, pulling my keys from my pocket. After a few tries, the door opens, and he jolts it open with his foot, walking down the hall to my bedroom, carrying me like I’m the weight of a book.
He throws me down onto the bed and climbs on top, forcing my legs open with his knee. With the same aggression, he takes the hem of my shorts and pants and tugs both down together so that I’m naked from the waist down, my heated swollen pussy exposed to us.
Panting, I lift out one leg at a time, and he fires the pants on the floor.
Fuck. Heat pools in my stomach with the anticipation that this is finally happening.
I grind against his knee, creating a damp spot on his suit trousers.
“Widen your legs so I can look at you.” His voice is thick and throaty.
I push my legs against his knees as wide as I can, and he hovers over me.
My lips part, and I let out a small moan as his fingers explore my wet slit.
“Fucking hell,” he groans as his fingers slip with the fluid. “You’re so tight I’d break you.” I clench tight around him.
“Charlie,” He hisses as his eyes grow massive.
His lips crash down on mine, and I wrap my arms around his neck, holding on like my life depends on it.
I moan into his mouth as he circles my moist opening teasing me. I grind against them impatiently, wanting them inside. I need his fingers to be deep inside me. I arch my back upwards, thrusting myself into his hands.
“Please, Danny,” I pant, looking up at his giant frame.
He pulls away from my lips and looks down on me, “Fuck, yes, say my name, sweetheart.”
The bedroom door creaks slightly as Cat or Julie walk down the hall, and we both look up momentarily.
“Danny,” I cry louder, grabbing his hair with my hands.
Using one hand to keep his weight above me, with the other, he widens my legs further so that I’m spread across the bed. Then watching my face, his index finger enters deep, thrusting in and out of my wet opening.
I cry out as his strong fingers fuck me again and again, my insides growing wetter with each penetration.
My hands fall back above my head on the bed. I’m incapacitated. I need him to make me come hard. I moan loudly as my pussy clenches around his fingers.
What the hell was happening? I never made noise with Ben or other blokes. Now I’m wailing like a banshee.
“So tight,” he groans, hot breath on my face. “Do you know how good you feel, sweetheart?”
I stare into his beautiful face, his mouth hanging open, any reminiscence of composure gone. In all his speeches and talks, I’d never seen him more focused than he is now, never seen this carnal determination on his face.
He catches my stare and pushes his lips back onto mine again, his harsh stubble razoring my face.
My breath quivers as he pushes a third finger into me, quickening the rhythm.
Then he pushes up onto his knees, and his other hand makes its way to my throbbing clit, dying for attention.
“Oh God,” I whimper, pushing my head backwards into the pillow as he caresses my bud.
The sound of my dampness echoes through the bedroom with his strokes, making him release a low growl. I was drenched.
“I’ve been wanting to hear this for a very long time.”
“It’s so loud. Someone will hear us,” I rasp through broken pants.
“Let them hear.” He was stroking so furiously a sheen of sweat was forming on his forehead.
Aching to explode, I claw at his biceps to push his hands deeper into my core.
“Come for me, baby,” he whispers as my body jerks and spasms against his touch, “Danny” I cry out. “I can’t take it,”, My voice, so high pitched I barely recognise it.
My core is so close to explosion it hurts. “It’s too much.”
He kisses my forehead gently. “It’s ok, baby, let it happen.”
“I need to see you come,” he breathes raspily. His eyes bore down on me, hard and determined,
“Scream my name.”
Our breaths quickened together as I felt the warmness of my orgasm bubble to the surface. My legs jerk as I come harder than I ever have before, screaming his name loudly, no longer caring whether the whole damn street could hear, releasing my juices into his eager hands.
“Yes.” He collapses on top of me, a boyish grin spreading across his face.
My legs engulf his waist, my open wet sex rubbing his belly.
I stare up at the ceiling, stunned, as he tries to steady his breathing. We haven’t had sex and he just gave the best orgasm of my life with his fingers. I am so screwed. There is no point of return from this. No other man’s fingers can compete.