Charlie
I wake in a bed so comfortable I think I’m floating and stare up at the ceiling, grinning like a lunatic. There’s a hefty arm resting across my stomach, a thigh wrapped around my hip, and a sharp object pushing into the small of my back.
He’s heavy, but I can’t bring myself to lift him. My bladder is bursting, but I’m not budging. I’ll die in this spooning position, and they will just have to shape my coffin accordingly.
I turn to find him sleeping soundly, his face buried into my neck and his broad chest rising and falling.
I spent the night in Danny Walker’s house.
In Danny Walker’s bed.
Using Danny Walker as a blanket.
’20-year-old me’ does a little victory dance in my head.
Somehow this position seems more intimate than the endless sex the night before. We didn’t drift off to sleep until at least 4am. My inner thighs are still raw from being pushed apart, and my lady parts feel like they have done twenty rounds with a jackhammer.
His skin is warm against mine, and I know he’s fully naked under the covers. I feel his breath on the back of my neck, and there’s a sharp wheezing sound, like the sound of a goose being strangled.
I stifle a giggle to stop him from waking.
He stirs slightly, and I shut my eyes to pretend I’m still sleeping.
His thighs tighten around my waist as his cock hardens against my hip. He wakes himself fully with a giant snore as if someone has squeezed his airway shut, and I continue to act dead.
His mouth brushes along my neck planting soft kisses down to my shoulders. I’m wearing his tshirt that goes down to my waist, and his erection digs into my bare skin.
Relief floods me that he doesn’t scream with the sight of me in his bed.
“I know you are awake,” he whispers in my ear as his hands travel down my stomach until he reaches my crotch, and pushes two fingers into my sensitive slit like he owns it.
Oh god, that feels good.
I inhale sharply and open my eyes. “Morning.”
His face is inches from mine, and I hope my mascara hasn’t given me panda eyes. I can’t hide in the dim lights of nighttime or under the excuse of alcohol influence.
You’re mine now comes a determined voice in my head as I stare into that handsome face.
I’m not going to give you up.
“Morning, you.” He replies in his husky tone.
“Did you sleep ok?” he asks softly as my insides begin to quiver from his strokes.
“Best bed I’ve ever slept in,” I say, arching into his touch. “Although we’ve only technically been sleeping for 4 hours.”
My breathing becomes laboured as his fingers tease my swollen clit.
This is embarrassing; I’m going to come really quickly if he keeps doing this.
He’ll think he is a god if all he has to do is touch for a few seconds and I lose control.
I turn into him, wiggling my sex against his crotch, and he groans. “Hold it,” he growls. “I’m coming inside you.”
He gets on top of me and pushes my legs apart with his knees thrusting his erection up into my apex. “Spread your legs.”
“Wait, Danny.” I breathe, tightening my arms around his waist. “I’m tender. Go easy on me.” “Whatever you need, sweetheart. I’ll be nice and gentle.” ‘You sure can fuck for an old bloke.” I giggle.
“Cheeky bitch. I’m 40, not 70.” He grumbles. “I’ll lose stamina if you keep talking like that.”
His lips brush mine, and his tongue slides softly through my lips as he takes his length and runs it up and down my slit.
“Slow, remember,” I whimper into his mouth as he pushes his tip inside me.
I wince and dig my hands into his back. I’ve never been this sensitive after sex.
“Relax,” he whispers softly as he inches in and out until he feels my muscles let him in.
Our kiss deepens, and then he’s fully in; I wrap my legs around his waist and push his buttocks into me.
My shallow moans are joined by his deep grunts and the sounds of boaters on the Thames. Every part of me is craving this.
“I’m not going to last,” he growls as I know that I won’t either. “I can’t go slow.” Cursing, he thrusts into the deepest spot in my core again and again.
His eyebrows knit together, and his mouth slackens into that gorgeous expression that tells me he’s so close to coming.
“Fuck…. You feel too good…… I can’t hold it.”
Seeing him this turned on by me just accelerates my own climax, and I hold my legs tight around him as we race towards release.
With one final thrust, his liquid pumps furiously into me, and I feel every drop with such force a shudder of intense pleasure rips through my body.
“That’s embarrassing.” He pants. “That really was a quickie.”
Our eyes lock, and he bends down to kiss me on the tip of the nose. “You’re sensational, Charlotte
Finnegan.”
And you’re unforgettable Danny Walker, Which is a big issue.
Danny
I have a full view of her body in the bright bathroom lights and take in every line, every curve like I’ve just been given the gift of sight.
She looks up at me, wet hair sticking to her forehead and water flowing over those plump lips. I stare down at that flushed, devastatingly gorgeous face, and my breath hitches.
Fuck, she’s unbelievable.
The sex was more than I could ever have imagined. Unforgettable mind-blowing sex.
The water forms waterfalls over the curve of her breasts, and my cock springs to life. The most minor thing sets me off.