Page 125 of Quiet Longing

Still on top of her, I trailed my hand along her ribs and down over her luscious hip before moving to her inner thigh. A small gasp escaped her when I stroked her folds, finding the sweet bundle of nerves between her legs and gently rubbing. Charli bit her lip and threw her head back, a pretty flush spreading across her neck and breasts. I took my time circling her clit in a slow, lazy rhythm and watching how she fell apart beneath me.

I dipped two fingers inside her wet core then a third, and she moaned so loud I expected the neighbours would hear. Didn’t care. No way was I telling her to be quiet. Not when she painted such an erotic picture. I hadn’t even disposed of the condom yet, and I was already getting hard again, so strong was the effect she had on me.

“Oh, God,” she cried as I slid my fingers out, smearing the wetness up her slit before lavishing her clit with more attention. Her hands dug into my shoulders, nails scraping, and I preened, hoping she left marks.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” I told her reverently. “The prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

I brought my mouth to her breasts, licking and sucking, working her to a fever pitch. A fresh gush of wetness coated my hand, and I growled, so close to slipping back inside her.

“Rhys!” she cried out, her orgasm landing with an abrupt jerk as her nails dug in deeper, and she held me to her.

“Good girl,” I murmured, still nuzzling her breasts as I took her in, fascinated by every little tremor and tremble.

“Ah, hell,” she whined, all flushed and sweaty. “I really like it when you say that.”

I smiled up at her and quirked an eyebrow. “Noted.”

She laughed, the sound cutting right through to my heart, which seemed to be thumping in time with hers. Almost every part of our bodies was connected, and I could feel her pulse pounding through my skin. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I flipped us so she was on top of me. “My turn,” I murmured huskily, suddenly understanding why she’d wanted me to lay on her. It felt good to have her body mould itself to mine, so much that I could scarcely tell where I ended and she began.

Capturing her lips, I kissed her with an endless fervour.

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We didn’t leave my house for the rest of the day. Neither of us was interested in going anywhere, and when night fell and Charli’s phone rang with a call from Jo wondering when she’d be home, she acted like an embarrassed teenager explaining that she was staying with a friend and wouldn’t be back that night. Jo must’ve suspected she was with me because she didn’t ask too many questions, which Charli seemed both relieved and perturbed about.

“What’s wrong?” I asked as she ran a hand through her hair after ending the call.

“Nothing. She just sounded way too giddy, so I think sheknows.”

“Jo loves you. If she sounds giddy, then it means she must be happy you’re getting out there,” I teased.

“Right, but as soon as I arrive home tomorrow, she’s going to grill me. Then she’ll probably report back to my mom. Oh, why is this so mortifying?”

Finding her embarrassment adorable, I playfully pulled her onto my lap. “Let’s try not to worry about that until tomorrow.”

As the hours passed, Charli’s hesitance and shyness with intimacy slowly drifted away. I felt strangely proud of her, her confidence reemerging as she took control of her desire.

The next morning, I woke to the noise of running water. By the time my foggy, sex-exhausted brain cleared up I realised Charli was taking a shower. She was inmyshower, most likely naked, so what the hell was I doing still in bed?

“Rhys,” she squeaked when I slid open the door and joined her. Thankfully, my shower was large enough for two as I pressed my naked front to her back then bent to plant kisses along the hollow of her neck.

“Oh,” she sighed, her breathing choppy as I slid one hand down her soft stomach and between her thighs while the other eagerly palmed her breast.

“You busy today?” I asked, trailing my mouth along the back of her neck then teasingly biting right where her hairline met her spine.

“Um, what …” she replied, clearly distracted by my bite. I wasn’t sure what possessed me, but I did it again. Charli moaned, and a satisfied growl rumbled out of me.

“I asked if you’re busy today,” I finally repeated as my fingers found her entrance and slid in. Fuck, she was so wet.

“Not particularly,” she said, pressing her hand to the tile to steady herself against the onslaught I was unleashing on her, both my hands and my mouth at play, working her to my liking.

“Want to come to dinner?” I went on casually.

“Dinner?”

“At my Uncle Eugene’s house.” I started playing with her nipple. “That’s Shay’s Dad. He cooks a roast on Sundays.” My fingers slid out to find her clit, and she moaned loudly in response then said, “Ah, I see. Yes, that’s sound l-lovely.”

“So, you’ll come?”

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