Page 62 of About Time

“You, exactly as you are.”

His hands grip my knees, and he spreads my legs apart. “Then that’s what you’ll get. Lean back, I want to taste you.”

This is an easy direction to follow. I watch as he lowers his head between my thighs. I don’t see anything after his tongue sweeps through my folds, because my eyes squeeze shut. He consumes me as if he’s ravenous for me. My legs start to shake as my body is overwhelmed with pleasure.

My head is rolling from side to side on the back of the couch. “It’s too much. Ah,” I scream. I continue to mumble about needing him to stop, but my body language contradicts this. My fingers lace in his hair and I hold him against my pussy. His tongue spears inside of me before he moves to suck on my clit. His fingers plunge inside of me and stroke that place inside that sends jolts of electricity through my body.

Charlie can work my body like I’m an instrument and he’s a virtuoso. He pushes me over that crest, and the tremors that take over my body feel like I’m convulsing.

He stands up and joins me on the couch while my body regrows bones. I roll my head to look at him. “I’ll regain the use of my muscles soon.”

My eyes flick down to the tent in his jeans. It looks like his cock is being strangled, and not in a fun way. “You should take off your pants. As soon as I’m able to move, I’ll take care of that for you.” I gesture to his dick with my chin.

“Or I could use your body how I want. You’ll let me, won’t you?” His voice has that low rumble it gets when he’s turned on.The sound of it makes me wet, even more than having his mouth on my pussy.

“Absolutely. You can take me how you want, but I would really like to ride you,” I admit.

Charlie groans, which I think means he would like that as well. “Come over here then and work my cock with your tight, wet, cunt.”

He takes my hand and silently urges me to straddle his lap. I put my hands on his shoulders to help hold myself up while he lines up the fat head of his cock with my opening. Slowly, I lower myself down on him. The stretch of his girthy member shocks me every time. As many times as he’s been inside of me, I never get used to it.

My previous orgasm is still sending tiny aftershocks through my body, and I can feel my walls constantly squeezing him. Charlie puts his hands on my hips and guides me up and down. We start slowly at first. I want to speed up, but I’m drawn into the look of awe and painful pleasure on his face.

I commit every expression to memory, knowing this is the last time we’ll be together this way. But, even though I want to draw this out as long as possible, my body soon takes over and I’m bouncing up and down on his cock.

“Fuck,” he draws out on a long exhale. The veins in his neck are bulging, and a bead of sweat is working its way down his temple. His fingers dig into my hips and I know the bruises from his finger tips will last longer than we will. I already dread the moment they fade, because that will be the last physical thing left from us.

My body detonates and I roll my hips as my second orgasm wanes.

Somehow Charlie turns us and lays me down on the couch all without pulling out of me. “I let you have your way with me, but now it’s my turn.”

He folds me in half, putting both of my knees up, and tucked under his arms. It changes the angle he’s hitting inside of me, making him feel deeper.

Charlie reaches above our heads and grabs the arm of the couch. It gives him leverage to thrust hard inside of me. “You are such a good slut. Always so eager for my cock. You take it so well, like my own perfectly made fucktoy.”

He’s fucking me so hard it feels like he’s trying to work his way into my heart through my vagina. I know I haven’t been with anyone else, but I’m certain when I do move on I am going to be disappointed.

His warm mouth closes around my nipple and he sucks hard. I feel the pull all the way to my clit as if he were working both at the same time. I can feel his cock jerk inside of me, and it occurs to me that we didn’t stop long enough to use a condom. For some reason, as reckless as this is, the knowledge that there’s nothing between us this one last time sends me skyrocketing to my third orgasm.

“Come for me, Doll. I need you to soak my cock. I’m going to fill you with my cum.”

I’m not sure how, but he manages to take me even harder. “I will never get enough of you,” he grunts.

My nails dig into his back as I clench around him.

“That’s my girl. Choke my cock.” He buries his face into the crook of my neck and releases a long, low groan. His cock jerks and I feel each spurt of his hot release as he keeps his promise and fills me.

We lay together for several minutes. He’s heavy, and his added weight isn’t the most comfortable, but I know the moment he pulls out of me I have to let him go.

He pushes up and pulls out. I can feel a gush of our combined fluids coming out of me, so I excuse myself to get cleaned up in the bathroom. He’s waiting on the other side of the door whenI come out. He pulls me into his arms and kisses me tenderly. There’s so much emotion swirling in his dark eyes, but this time I don’t encourage him to share it. I’m afraid I’ll never be able to walk away if he were to manage to get past all the things telling him to keep up the wall that he’s erected between us.

When our kiss ends we stand holding each other’s eyes. He swipes his thumb across my bottom lip. “You are a treasure.” He kisses my head. “I’m going to clean up and we’ll order dinner.”

I smile, but say nothing. He closes the door, and my smile falls. “Goodbye, Charlie,” I whisper.

I dress quickly, and take a letter from my purse I wrote beforehand, and set it on the table. At the doorway I take one last look at this house that was almost my home, and leave for the last time.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

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