Page 8 of A Very Miller-Cooper Life

Charlie bit her bottom lip and ran her eyes over my body. “I’m feelingvery dirty.”

My heart thudded in my chest, and the sensation spread all the way down to my core. I couldn’t remember the last time Charlie and I had sex. I could probably count the amount of times we had since the babies were born on one hand, which was absolutely insane. “I guess we better go get you clean then, huh?”

Charlie stood from the bed, turned away from me, and put on a show that had my mouth watering as she slowly removed every layer of clothes she was wearing. When she turned back around, she lifted one eyebrow at me, causing my stomach to flip flop even more. “I wouldn’t call what I’m about to do to youclean, my dear.”

I jumped out of the bed and didn’t waste any time tearing my clothes off. I wanted to put on a show like Charlie had done for me, but it was no use. Her words had me way too excited. All I could think about was finally having her hands on me after way too long.

Charlie apparently had other ideas though. As soon as we were in the shower with the water pouring down on us, she dropped to her knees in front of me. I expected at least a little bit of foreplay, so my legs almost gave out when her tongue darted out and licked a path up my center. I put my hand on Charlie’s head to bring her mouth even closer, but also to help to balance myself since the feeling of her tongue circling my clit made it hard to stand.

As if that wasn’t enough to drive me insane, she soon added her fingers into the mix. I threw my head back and let the water wash over my face as electricity pulsed throughout my body. I moved my hips to push my center against Charlie’s mouth, which was sucking hard on my clit while two of her fingers pushed deep inside of me. Her hands and mouth pulled away from me for a split second, but before I could groanfrom the loss of contact, they had switched spots. Her fingers massaged my clit while she fucked me with her tongue. When her tongue went deep inside of me, I saw stars as an orgasm shot through my body.

“Shit,” I said as I struggled to catch my breath. “I really didn’t mean to come that fast, but holy shit, I also wasn’t expecting that. Where the hell did that come from?” I asked with a strained laugh.

Charlie stood and licked her lips. “I feel like I’ve been building up to this moment for so long. God, I can’t even remember the last time I tasted you. I couldn’t resist diving right in.”

“Well, feel free to dive right in whenever you please,” I said with another laugh.

“Is that a dare?” Charlie brought her fingers back to my wet center and lifted an eyebrow at me, while she smirked like she knew she had complete control over me.

Shealmostdid and I almost let her keep going and take me once again, but as much as I wanted that, what I wanted even more was to touchher.I moved her hand from my center and pushed her hands to rest against her sides, then shook my head. “It’s my turn.”

I started by giving attention to her breasts and relished in the way she threw her head back from just one touch. I took one nipple into my mouth while I squeezed the other between my thumb and forefinger, causing Charlie to let out a low moan that made me even more turned on. After a few minutes, I moved one of my hands between her legs and ran my fingers through her folds. When Charlie purred in my ear, I shoved one finger, quickly followed by another, deep inside of her.

“More,” she begged between large gasps for air, so I added a third finger.

Her center moved against my hand as I used my fingers to fuck her. “Yes. Right there. Yes. Fuck, Reagan. Keep going. Don’t stop.”

“I love when you talk dirty to me.” I smirked at Charlie, but continued to move my fingers in and out of her until a warm liquid hit my hand and she screamed out my name.

Charlie giggled as she rested her head on my shoulder. “Oh my god, that was so good. How did we wait so long to do that? What’s keeping us from doing that every single night?”

I tapped my chin as if I actually had to think about the answer. “Hm. I don’t know. Definitely couldn’t have anything to do with those three crazy little humans that live in our house.”

Charlie picked her head up off my shoulder and smiled a smile that was much bigger than anything I’d seen from her in a long time. “I love those three crazy humans. Sometimes I still have to pinch myself to remind myself this isn’t a dream.”

“So, it still feels like a dream to you?” I asked, a little worried my question might ruin the moment, but I needed to know. Charlie seemed so miserable lately.

When Charlie shook her head, my heart squeezed in pain.That’s what I was afraid of.

But then her smile became even bigger and she grabbed my hand and squeezed it. “It’s better than a dream.”

“Are you sure? I feel like you’ve been so unhappy lately.”

“I know.” Charlie’s smile dropped as she looked toward the floor. “It’s not you, I promise. It’s work. It has me really stressed. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” I put my hand under Charlie’s chin to force her to look back up at me then I placed a gentle kiss on her lips. “As long as we’re okay, that’s all that matters to me.”

“We’re great.”

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My night away with Charlie was exactly what I needed, and the following week, I felt completely rejuvenated. I still didn’t know what job I wanted to look for next, but I could tell I was getting closer to figuring it out. I even took out my iPad and started playing around with some designs. During high school and college, I used to spend a lot of my free time sketching and making graphics. At one point, I had thought about majoring in graphic design, but decided on business with a minor in marketing since I felt like it would open more opportunities for me. As I worked on a fake mockup for the company Charlie worked for, I questioned if I had made the right decision. This felt like the type of job I should be doing, not just social media and email campaigns, which was exactly what my last job had become.

That Friday, I couldn’t sit still as I waited for Charlie to get home from work, because I was so excited to show her what I had been working on. My mom and dad had taken the three kids to dinner (bless them), so we had the house to ourselves. At least for a little while.

“You’re home!” I shouted as I practically sprinted through the hallway as soon as Charlie came in the door.

Charlie threw her work bag on the ground and let out a long sigh. “Yep. And I’m exhausted.” She squinted as she stared down the hall. “Where are the kids?”

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