Page 41 of Fake Out

His hand slides between my thighs, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from me.

“Beautiful,” he whispers, his voice rough with desire.

His hand moves slowly, tracing circles on my inner thigh, setting my nerves aflame. The anticipation is killing me; I want him, need him, now.

I whimper again, my back arching as his fingers inch closer to where I want him most.

He smiles, a slow, sinful smile that makes my breath catch in my throat. His hand trails further up my thigh, and then he’s touching me, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through my veins. His touch is like fire, burning me up from the inside out. I can barely contain my moans.

He kisses me again, deeper this time, his tongue coaxing mine into a dance of desire. His fingers continue their maddening trail, igniting a fierce need within me that only he can quench.

I whimper against his lips, my body arching into his touch, my skin craving the feel of him against me.

His fingers find their destination, causing me to gasp out loud. He groans in response, the sound echoing through the room and sending shivers down my spine.

And then he’s kissing down my body, marking me with his mouth while his fingers continue to play havoc on my senses. I gasp at each new sensation, the pleasure building until it’s all I can do to keep from screaming.

I can feel him smile against my skin as he brings me closer to the edge.

“You’re so beautiful when you let go,” he whispers against my ear, his hot breath sending goosebumps across my skin. “Let go for me, Marissa.”

His words ignite a spark inside of me that quickly turns into an inferno. I cry out as waves of pleasure wash over me, drowning me in their intensity.

No sooner have I regained the ability to speak, I’m asking if he has a condom. Charlie finds one in the wallet in his discarded pants and rolls it on.

He positions himself above me, his eyes locked with mine.

I grin up at him. “Please. Don’t make me beg.”

Then he’s inside me and I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders. It’s been a while since I’ve been with someone, and the sensation is overwhelming.

I close my eyes. All I can think about is how good he feels and how much I want more.

His movements are slow at first, giving me time to adjust before he picks up the pace. But then he becomes more insistent, each thrust making me see stars.

He grips my hips, pulling me closer with each sharp thrust. I cry out, the sound swallowed by another searing kiss from him. His passion matches mine, every movement echoing through our intertwined bodies.

“Charlie,” I moan into his ear, and he responds with more fervor, more urgency. His name becomes a mantra on my lips, a tether to reality as the pleasure washes over me in waves. He grunts his approval, his whispers stoking the fires within me.

Suddenly, he flips us over, so I’m on top, riding him. My body moves of its own accord, finding a rhythm that’s perfect.

“Marissa,” he groans below me, his hands on my hips.

His eyes are dark with need, and they hold mine captive, building a connection that goes beyond the physical. It’s unexpected, this intimacy between us. It knocks the breath out of me more than any physical act could.

His hands move from my hips to my back, then my breasts, his touch setting off a flurry of sparks beneath my skin. The pleasure intensifies with each stroke, with each press of his lips against my skin. I start to see stars, my vision blurring.

His grip tightens on me, pulling me closer. The pleasure builds deep within me and I explode, flying into a million pieces and going up into space.

He groans, deep and low, and I feel him release inside of me. We both collapse, me on top of his chest, and the room is filled with our heavy breathing.

For a long time — I don’t even know how long — we stay as we are, his arms around me and my ear pressed to his pec. It’s perfect, our own little slice of heaven.

Finally, I sit up and look down at him. He gazes back, his eyes soft and a gentle smile on his lips.

“That was amazing,” he says. “I hope…”

“What?” My pulse flutters. I don’t know why, but I’m nervous.

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