Page 40 of Cheshire

“Where are we --” she started, but I cut her off with a look.

“Shh,” I said, finger pressed against her lips, silencing the question she didn’t need answered. She nodded, understanding the unspoken promise hanging heavy between us. The door loomed ahead, and I knew what waited on the other side -- heat, desire, release. It was a collision course we’d been on since the moment our eyes locked. And I was ready for the impact.

The door clicked shut, the sound echoing like a final note to a prelude. My hand rested on the knob for a second longer than necessary, a barrier between us and the rest of the club. The world outside ceased to exist. It was just me and Eliza, enclosed in the sanctity of dim shadows. I twisted the lock just to make sure we wouldn’t be interrupted.

The room’s low light wrapped around us, turning everything velvety and soft. It felt like we were standing at the center of a storm, electricity crackling in the silence between us.

Her wide, innocent eyes anchored me. Shadows played across her face, but they couldn’t hide the flush I knew was there.

Her presence in my sanctuary was a fire that warmed the chill of my bones, chased away the edge that always lingered in my gut. Here, in this room, the world’s noise was muffled, replaced by the thrumming in my veins, the rush in my ears. Every breath I took was heavy with her scent, sweet and spicy.

We stood there, two lost souls drawn together, a magnetic pull too strong to resist. I saw it in her gaze -- the same wildfire that was burning through my restraint. I didn’t feel words were needed. Not now. Her lips parted, as if begging to be kissed.

I stepped in, closing the gap. I placed my hands, rough from years of wrenching on bikes and throwing punches, on the curve of her waist. They fit there like they were molded for this very purpose -- to pull her into me, to claim the space between us as ours alone.

The distance was gone. Her body’s heat seeped into mine, set my blood on fire. The room’s shadows wrapped around us like a shroud, and in this dim light, we were all that existed. The rest of the world could burn, and I wouldn’t give a damn. She was here with me, and I was about to cross a line I couldn’t come back from. Not that I wanted to.

Her lips crashed against mine, fierce and demanding. The world narrowed down to the pressure of her mouth. I reached up to tangle my hand in her hair, pulling her closer, kissing her deeper. Eliza’s fingers clawed at my back, desperate, as if she wanted to pull me into her very soul.

“Cheshire,” she gasped between kisses, her voice ragged and desperate. I tasted the need on her tongue, a hunger to match my own. Every kiss was a battle, every touch a claim staked.

We stripped out of our clothes with reckless abandon. Her shirt hit the floor, then mine, the chill of the air nothing against the heat we generated. I watched hungrily as she unfastened her bra and let it drop. I bit my lip to keep myself from leaning in and tasting her pretty nipples. As she shimmied out of her jeans, dragging her panties down too, I had to fight back a groan. My cock was so fucking hard right now! I made quick work ditching boxers, not wanting so much as a thread between us. I needed to feel her skin against mine.

“God, Cheshire,” she whimpered, and it was like throwing gasoline on the blaze. I couldn’t think of anything sweeter than the way she said my name.

Skin against skin, we collided -- a dance as old as time, frenzied and fervent. There was no room for thought, only instinct. I tried to tell myself to slow down, to take it easy. I knew it was her first time, and yet, I no longer had control over myself.

“Mine,” I said, my voice ringing with the possession I felt to my very bones. She answered with a moan, her nails digging into my shoulders, branding me as surely as any ink that had ever touched my skin.

“I need you,” she murmured.

“You know what I want. What I need.” I kissed her again, my lips devouring hers. “And I’m going to take it. So, if this is too much, if you’ve changed your mind, now is the time to tell me.”

She shook her head. “I’m yours. I always was.”

Our bodies were pressed tightly together, and I took a small step back so I could look at her beauty. Reaching out, I lightly ran my fingers between her breasts, watching as her nipples puckered. In that moment, I knew what she needed. Someone to take charge, someone who would make her feel safe, yet desired.

I claimed her lips in a passionate kiss that left us both panting. Pressing her against the door, I slid my hand up her thigh. As I nipped at her bottom lip, I trailed my fingers over her sensitive skin, teasing her.

She arched her back, pushing herself farther into my touch. “You like that, don’t you?”

Tracing the lips of her wet pussy, I groaned at the scent of her arousal and delved deeper, rubbing her clit in small circles. Her hips bucked against my hand, and she gasped out my name.

“You’re so fucking tight,” I whispered against her ear, licking the lobe, as I eased a finger inside her.

She whimpered, unable to resist any longer. “Charlie, please!”

I withdrew my hand, leaving her aching with anticipation. Then, without warning, I lifted her up and carried her to the bed. Her legs splayed and I settled between them. Eliza shuddered as I lapped at her sweet nectar like a starving man. My tongue explored every inch of her. I teased her swollen clit, and I pushed my tongue inside her.

She cried out, her fingers tangling in my hair. “Oh, God, right there!”

I flicked her clit with my tongue, watching as she buckled under the intense pleasure. I thrust my finger into her again, using slow, shallow thrusts. Her pussy clenched as she came undone. My cock throbbed, aching to be inside her.

“Turn over,” I commanded, my voice rough with desire. I knew I should be gentle. Should take her facing me, but I needed to see if she could handle all of me.

She obeyed without question, presenting her ass to me. I smacked her plump cheeks, leaving a red imprint of my hand. She yelped and gripped the sheets, but I saw a flush on her face that told me she’d enjoyed it.

“Such a good girl,” I murmured, positioning myself at her entrance. She trembled as I entered her slowly, feeling every inch of my thickness stretching her tight pussy. I bit back a groan at how incredible she felt. “Am I hurting you?”

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