Page 61 of When You Smile

“Come here,” Charlie said, silencing the film and sliding down the pillow. Taryn nodded and slid on top, their thighs staggered. The sheer weight of Taryn pressing down on her was heaven. “Take this off,” she said quietly. Taryn sat up and pulled her shirt over her head, revealing the soft skin of her stomach and a sky-blue bra. Charlie could hear her own heartbeat in her ears as her hands itched to hold, touch, explore.

“This, too?” Taryn asked.

Charlie sat up, which put Taryn in her lap. “No. I want to.” Her hands shook slightly when she reached around to unhook Taryn’s bra. She let her gaze drop to her breasts, round and perfect. And when she let her fingertips circle a nipple, Taryn hitched in a breath. “You’re beautiful,” Charlie breathed. She dipped her head and placed an open-mouthed kiss on the top of one and kissed her way down to the nipple, pulling it into her mouth to a small cry from Taryn. She paused a moment, making sure she hadn’t hurt her, until it became clear that Taryn enjoyed the attention. The knowledge sent a shot of something potent right between Charlie’s legs, making her yearn, fueling her passion and determination. She continued to explore her breasts with her mouth as Taryn began to slowly rock against her. Charlie was drunk on desire, foreign and unfamiliar. Maybe that was why she didn’t protest when Taryn took back control, laying her down and kissing her neck. This was so new, so different. She felt out of control and in heaven in the same breath.

“Is this okay?” Taryn asked, fingertips on the hem of Charlie’s shirt. While she wanted to say God, yes, all she was capable of doing was nodding as her shirt was removed, then her bra. Taryn kissed under her jaw, trailing her way down Charlie’s neck to her collarbone, sending shivers and pinpricks of pleasure as she went. Charlie wasn’t sure she was going to survive this, and they’d barely done anything.

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Taryn wasn’t sure what would happen when she sat in front of Charlie’s apartment waiting for her to come home. But this wasn’t it. Her head swam, her body ached, and she knew unequivocally that she would remember this night for the rest of her life.

With her breasts now pressed to Charlie’s, she kissed her long and deep. Gone was her logic, her overthinking and premeditation.

“I want to kiss every inch of you,” Taryn said in Charlie’s ear. She pressed her hips snugly against Charlie’s center, desperate to get rid of the last of the fabric between them.

“Oh, not enough time for that,” Charlie said, digging her nails into Taryn’s shoulder blades. The implication was she wouldn’t last that long. They were a hurricane when they came together, unstoppable and strong.

“Still want to.”

“This is so much.”

Charlie’s hips pressed upward against Taryn, searching for release. She was warm and wet and Taryn’s senses were on overload, an intoxicating sensation she wanted to live in forever. The ache between Taryn’s legs grew by the second, and now she understood what Charlie meant. Slow wouldn’t be part of the equation tonight. There’ll be more times, she told herself. Palming one of Charlie’s breasts, she lavished attention on the other, pulling a nipple into her mouth and sucking, gone on the satisfaction it brought her. Charlie hissed in a breath and slid her fingers into Taryn’s hair, holding her in place. She had sensitive breasts, and Taryn thrilled in that intimate information.

Charlie managed a hand between them and was tugging on Taryn’s jeans, and before she had a chance to react, they were unbuttoned and her zipper pulled down. “Can I touch you?”

“Yes.” Taryn closed her eyes and nodded, acutely aware of each small movement and the pinpricks of feeling that came over her when the slightest bit of pressure was applied. Her jeans were only to her knees when Charlie slipped her hand between Taryn’s legs, stroking her softly through her underwear. It was too much. She wanted to hold on and knew she wouldn’t last with that kind of attention. Reluctantly she moved out of Charlie’s touch. “Give me just a minute,” she said and attempted to steady her breathing.

“Hard to get,” Charlie said, her darkened eyes making Taryn want to do decadent things to her. First, the little matter of clothing. She removed the rest of hers while Charlie propped herself up on her elbows watching. She swore quietly and pulled Taryn to her. She kissed her with fire and determination, shrugging out of her own remaining clothes with an assist from Taryn, who took a moment to just behold. Memorize. Admire. Charlie was soft and beautiful with curves that made her look like she’d been painted by one of the greats. Taryn could scarcely believe this moment was real but knew exactly what she wanted to do. Yes, she was new at this and definitely inexperienced, but that couldn’t stop her. She ran her palms from Charlie’s breasts down to her stomach and over her hips, memorizing every inch, allowing her fingertips to linger and explore each soft section of skin. Charlie murmured her approval, and Taryn made those sounds her guide. Finally, she parted Charlie’s legs and tasted her, kissed her, and then ran her tongue in circles, prompting Charlie to moan and arch into her. “Taryn.”

She couldn’t answer.

Charlie’s fingers were tangled in Taryn’s hair, and as Taryn continued to explore with her tongue, tracing languid patterns, they found their rhythm. Relying purely on instinct, she did her best to pay attention to cues. When Charlie’s hips began to pick up speed and the wonderful little noises got louder, she slid her fingers inside slowly at first, amazed at the warmth that enveloped her, and then more firmly, matching their dance. She was overcome with the strength of their connection, the emotion every bit as potent as the satisfaction. She slid her arm behind Charlie’s back and held her as she brought her closer and closer to the brink with each thrust.

Charlie called out as she broke, her hips rising off the bed, her skin shimmering, and her eyes closed. “Oh God,” she whispered, her hand grasping the fabric of the pillow next to her. Taryn held her close, still intimately joined, until the orgasm receded and Charlie’s breathing evened out. She withdrew her hand but remained where she was, stunned and happy.

“Taryn?”

“Yes?” Taryn asked. She still hadn’t moved or crawled back up the bed. She was in awe of the experience she’d just had and wanted to hold on to it a moment longer.

“It’s lonely up here.”

“Sorry,” she said, smiling up at Charlie, the most beautiful creature she’d ever seen. Her hair was to one side of her on the pillow, and her gaze was trained on Taryn as if she was the most important person in the world, which was, of course, how she felt about Charlie. “I think I was trying to capture how I’m feeling like I would a photograph. Only you can’t see what’s in here,” she said, touching her chest. “Impossible.”

“I can’t tell you how much I love how your mind works.”

“It’s not fully back yet.” Charlie stroked Taryn’s hair softly, before letting her fingertips trail up and down Taryn’s bare back. Taryn had almost forgotten she was naked, but the delicious shiver reminded her.

Charlie slid down until she lay alongside Taryn and urged her onto her side. With Charlie’s gaze roaming her body, Taryn felt the warmth touch her cheeks. With one finger, Charlie circled her nipple. Taryn swallowed as a wash of desire hit, not to touch but to be touched. Charlie eased her knee between Taryn’s thighs and lifted. She was already so sensitive it was nearly too much and wonderful at the same time. As she attempted to recover, Charlie slid on top and settled her hips in between Taryn’s legs and began to rock. It was only moments before the pressure began to build to astronomical levels. Charlie had barely touched her, and Taryn was climbing and climbing, higher and higher, until she saw light behind her eyes and shattered. She heard herself calling, but Charlie didn’t stop. She was inside her, creating a fullness Taryn had never known. When her thumb pressed down, a second orgasm tore through her like a speeding train. Pleasure rained down, and Taryn held on to Charlie, lost in the beautiful, satisfying oblivion.

“Did you just…?”

“Twice,” Taryn said, eyes still closed as the final shockwaves moved through her until she could think in full sentences again. She lifted her head and laughed. “So that happened. Does everyone get this memorable a first time?” She rested her cheek on her arm above her and Charlie mirrored her.

“Our first time, you mean?”

“And mine.”

Charlie’s eyes went wide. “With anyone? Even guys?”

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