Page 15 of Wilde Sanctuary

“Tell me what you want, Charlie,” he said as he kissed his way down the curve of her stomach. His hand paused, two fingers resting on either side of her clitoris.

She shifted her hips, and he smiled against the soft skin of her belly, nipping her gently as she arched her hips off the bed.

“Touch me, please!”

He lifted his head, grinning, a wicked look in his eyes. “I am touching you.”

She scowled, and he bit his lip trying not to laugh.

“You know where.”

He shrugged one shoulder and began to pull his hand from her leggings, but she gripped his wrist and held him there.

“I want you to touch me, Rhett. I want you to slide your fingers over my pussy until I’m screaming for you. I want you to lick my clit and make me come?—”

He growled, rising to his knees and grabbed her leggings, yanking them down to her ankles. She squeaked as he lifted her legs, baring her to his inspection.

“You’re absolutely soaking for me.” He slid a finger through her wet folds, then brought it to his mouth and licked his finger. She moaned as she watched him, her hands clenching and unclenching on the quilt. “You taste so sweet, beautiful. How am I ever going to get enough?”

Lightning flashed again, and Rhett was shocked to stillness by her beauty. Her hair was spread around her on the pillow, a silken mass of chestnut brown, and her amber eyes were hot with desire.

Rhett ducked his head between her legs, the leggings around her ankles catching him around the back of his neck and pulling him towards her.

His eyes dropped to the flushed pink core of her, and his dick twitched as he groaned.

Get control of yourself, man!

He paused, closing his eyes and taking some deep breaths.

“Are you ok?” Charlie asked, looking at him with concerned eyes.

He smiled, and the tension he’d been holding in his chest since that morning eased. He was right where he wanted to be. “Yeah, just taking a moment.”

She smirked. “Not second guessing sleeping in your truck?”

He mock scowled at her. “Not on your life.” And dropped his hand to her wet pussy with a gentle smack.

Charlie moaned, her back arching off the bed and her breasts thrust forwards like a sensual goddess made just for him. She was blindingly beautiful, with her soft breasts and thighs. He couldn’t get enough of her.

His fingers had slipped over her, spreading her wet arousal over her clit in light flicks that had her gasping. He spread her labia with his fingers, and settled more comfortably on his stomach to lick her opening with the flat of his tongue in long, languid strokes.

Charlie’s fingers speared into his hair, tugging on the strands and sending sparks of pain though his scalp that only added to his arousal. He was hers and she was his. The minutes fell away as he listened to her gasps and moans, taking his time to discover what she liked.

When she was a mumbling, incoherent mess, he slid first one, then a second finger inside her, curling them towards her belly in a way that had her gasping and grinding her pussy down onto his hand, his palm firm against her clit.

He lifted his head as another flash of lightning lit the room. Watching her come apart on his fingers, he lifted his hips enough to unfasten his jeans. He shoved them down and grabbed his cock, groaning against her clit as he gripped himself and stroked.

Her walls tightened on his fingers. “That’s it, beautiful. Give me everything you have. Let go,” he growled as she fucked herself to orgasm onto his fingers.

Watching her come apart was all Rhett needed to follow her, his hand wrapped around his cock and hot cum spilling over his fingers.

She shivered, sliding her hand under his to keep him from touching her pussy. “Too sensitive,” she gasped, flopping back against the pillows.

“I’ll be right back,” he said.

Rhett quickly stripped and went to the bathroom to clean himself up. He grabbed a washer and brought it back to Charlie, who took it with a smile and thanks.

“Are you okay?” he asked as he lifted the quilt for her to slip underneath.

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