Nodding, I pull my hips back and slowly slide into her. Her hands gripping the back of my head, she tilts her head back, feeling me fill her completely. I rest my forehead against her shoulder, taking a second to gather myself. She feels amazing. As her fingers rake through my hair, I make my movements quicker, and her legs wrap around my waist.
The more I pick up speed, the more the bed creaks. Suddenly, the distinct sound of metal rubbing against metal fills the room. Suppressing a laugh, Charlotte covers her mouth.
“Oh my God, Mason. The bed!” she mutters between her fingers. Her eyes widen as I continue to push myself in and out of her, the squeaking growing louder. Unable to hold back, I laugh with her. This is the craziest, most enjoyable sex I’ve ever had—not to mention, hilarious. I lean down and press my lips to the back of her hand, holding back another laugh.
“I’m trying to be sexy here, Char. Quit laughing.”
Slowly, removing her hand, she grins.
“I never said you weren’t being sexy, Mason.”
Pulling my hips back, I push into her one last time, feeling her fall apart beneath me. Watching her makes every punch, bruise, and squeak of the bed worth it.