Page 106 of The Charmer

"Julian," she cried out, bending at the waist.

I didn't realize what she was doing until I saw her reach for the staircase. She kneeled with her knees on an upper step, putting both her hands five stairs higher. Fuck yes, she was bracing herself for the orgasm. It was exquisite to watch her on all fours like this. I worked her with my thumb and fingers, positioning myself so I could still reach the upper part of her buttocks with my mouth. She arched her back and then squeezed my thumb until she pushed it out completely.

She was already climaxing, so I pressed hard on her clit, and she came spectacularly, crying out loud. The sound ricocheted throughout the open hallway. I removed my hand from between her legs, keeping her steady; her body was spasming, and I didn't want her to accidentally hurt herself. Eventually, her breathing calmed down. She looked at me over her shoulder, completely red in the face.

"Julian," she murmured, then glanced between her thighs. "My God, I still have my jeans on."

I grinned. "Yeah, I'm going to rectify that right now."

Careful not to destabilize her, I pushed them and her thong past her knees, then pulled them off and dropped them behind us on the staircase.

She rose to her feet, and I did the same. She looked even more delicious like this, naked from the waist down.

Her sweater was fucking sexy hanging off one shoulder, but I wanted her without anything at all. I groaned as I slipped it off, as she was wearing no bra. I turned her around and frowned at her breasts.

"Whoops. I've got on those self-adhesive cups."

She immediately took them off, and her nipples perked up. She put them down on the staircase, too, then rose with a grin.

"I'm ready to be thoroughly fucked."

Groaning, I took her up in my arms, her legs hanging at my sides. I kissed and kissed her until we were both out of breath while I walked up the staircase. If I didn't hurry, I was going to fuck her right here. I liked that she was the perfect size for me, her petite frame quite comfortable for me to carry.

The master bedroom and en suite bathroom took up the entire second floor. I barely had enough self-restraint to make it to the bed.

"Will you look at that?" she murmured when I put her down. "The bedroom. I thought you were going to have me on the stairs."

"Still so sassy. You need a few more orgasms, don't you?"

She nodded. "Oh yeah. We're in complete agreement about that. But first, I want this."

Before I managed to even ask what she was talking about, she reached right into my pants and squeezed my cock.

I dropped my head back. "Georgie!" Then I yanked my shirt over my head after only undoing the first two buttons. I didn't have any patience to do this slowly.

At the same time, I felt Georgie push down my pants. I kicked them off, and she kneeled in front of me, looking up with hooded eyelids.

I needed to be inside her. But then she put her lips around my crown, and I was a goner. Her mouth... fucking hell. She took in more and more of me. When she had all she could, she bobbed back and forth. I grabbed her hair with one hand because I wanted to see her better, to see her shoulders move, her neck undulate, to see my dick plunging in and out of her gorgeous mouth.

I could come just like this, and it would be fucking spectacular. But I needed more. I needed her pussy. I needed to fill her up until she cried out for me.

"Georgie, I need to be inside you."

She groaned, looking up at me. The vibrations against my cock were almost too much. Energy shot from my balls right to my tip. I was close. Too damn close.

"Open up for me, beautiful. I want to pull out."

She stopped moving and relaxed her lips, and I slowly removed myself from her mouth, but my dick was protesting. Then I helped her to her feet and kissed her slowly. I wanted to explore her at a different pace now. But she reached between us, squeezing my cock, and just like that, the slow kiss wasn't enough anymore.

I moved her backward until we were right at the edge of the bed, and we tumbled onto it. I was on all fours, and she was lying flat under me with her elbows bent, hands near her head. Her knees were still bent, and I grabbed her left leg, putting it up on my shoulder. "I want to open you up good, Georgie. I'm going to go in so damn deep."

"Yes. Yes, please."

I looked between us, and the sight just put me even more on edge. "Fuck, I forgot a condom."

"I'm on birth control anyway," she stated. "Last time too. I just didn't tell you because—"

"You don't owe me an explanation," I assured her. Swallowing hard, I added, "I'm clean."

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