Page 39 of Whatever It Takes

She let out a soft sigh, and I tilted her head back. My eyes searched hers, looking for any doubt or hesitation. “We don’t have to do anything that you’re not ready for.”

Her hands rested on my chest and she stared at me with the weight of my words hanging between us. I brought my hand to her face, letting my fingers trail along her jaw. Her long hair slipped over her shoulders, and she never looked more beautiful to me.

She drew in a shaky breath, letting the reality of what was happening sink in. I saw the exact moment that something shifted in her eyes. When they changed from uncertainty to lust.

Her mouth crashed down to mine. Our hands began to explore on a journey all of their own. Our tongues began to move against each other’s in perfect rhythm. Our hearts were beating in sync as our familiar sounds spoke the words that didn’t need to be spoken. Each touch and each caress helped awaken feelings that had been forgotten. Reminding us of who we were.

“Is this okay? Will Emery wake up?” I asked while adjusting her on top of me.

She wrapped her legs around my thighs. “Actually, this is more than okay. And I wouldn’t be here right now if I thought Emery would walk in on us.”

My hands slid up her leg, and I knew right then, without a shadow of a doubt, that we would find a way to make things work.

I brought my hands up to her breasts and rolled my fingers around each nipple, feeling them harden underneath the fabric of her thin top. Intimacy with her was as natural as breathing to me. Knowing that I still knew how to work her body into a frenzy caused a familiar hunger to race through me.

Her moans filtered through the air, spurring me on like nothing else. I moved farther back on the couch, letting my fingers and my tongue do all the talking because, with Charlotte, no words were needed, and when her touch started to trail south, it spoke volumes. Her small, delicate hands reached my erection and she started to stroke me through my jeans. I lifted my hips up so she could undo the zipper and pull me free. God, please let this go where I prayed it was going.

She got on her knees in front of me and the second her warm, wet tongue swirled against my crown, I had to pinch my eyes shut and concentrate on not exploding right then and there. My cock started to twitch as she eagerly ran her tongue from the base all the way to the tip before taking me in the back of her throat. I threw my hands in her hair and guided her up and down as if my hips had a mind of their own. The sensation was too much and no matter how much I tried to hold it in, my release was going to break free way sooner than I wanted it to. She brought her hands up to my balls and squeezed them gently sending a string of curses to fly from my mouth.

“Fuck,” I hissed out and closed my eyes as everything in my body tightened up. I leaned my head back against the arm of the couch when all I wanted to do was lift my head up and watch her take me. I didn’t want to go off in her mouth. Not for our first time together after all these years. I pulled her head back and noticed the tip of my crown glistening with precum.

I rolled her to the side and stood up. I was done being patient. Done waiting. Done taking things slow.

“Take your clothes off,” I commanded.

She didn’t look shy or nervous anymore. And thank God, for once in her life, she didn’t argue with me. Her hands went to her top and she pulled it over her head. Next, she slid her shorts down her legs taking her black thong with them.

Jesus! When did she start wearing those? I shook my head and made quick work of removing my clothes. It took me seconds to strip everything off.

Suddenly, it was like I was standing in front of her for the first time. I took a moment to look her over and appreciate what was laid out before me.

“You’re beautiful,” I whispered.

Her body had changed over the years and I couldn’t wait to reacquaint myself with every inch of her.

She bit her lip and smiled, as her eyes traced over me. And then she said the words that every man loved to hear. “I don’t remember you being so big.” I gripped my cock and started stroking, showing her how long and thick I was capable of getting. She laughed and shook her head. “I was talking about your muscles.”

I laid over the top of her and brushed my nose against hers. “I’m about to refresh your memory on a lot of things.”

I trailed my mouth down her neck, sucking and nibbling as I went farther south. Everything felt soft and her curves felt like they were made just for my hands to roam. I spread her legs apart, opening her up nice and wide for me.

“Gorgeous,” I whispered with a smile on my face.

I placed my head in between her legs and plunged my tongue inside. I licked and swirled around sucking up her juices. Most men thought of this as a chore, or like something they had to do. I genuinely loved having my mouth on her, it was always a favorite of mine. She tasted better than I remembered, and I wanted to lick her from the inside out. I could die a happy man right there in between her legs.

After a few minutes of working her clit, I pulled back and sunk my fingers inside. I gently guided them in and out, watching the look of pleasure grow on her face. With every strangled cry I would add a little bit more pressure.

Her hips arched into my face, and her legs wrapped around my back, like she wanted to anchor her body to mine. I was starved for her and showed no mercy. She squeezed and pulled my head forward, my name was on her lips as she rode her orgasm out and released herself on my tongue.

I didn’t even give her a chance to come down. She looked surprised as I positioned myself at her entrance.

She grabbed onto my shoulders and tried to push me back. “Quinn, we need a condom.”

“No,” I told her sternly. “I’m not fucking using a condom with you.”

She started to protest, but I wasn’t having it. I brought my thumb down to her clit and moved in a rhythm that I knew drove her crazy.

“Oh God, Quinn.” I watched her head fall back as I brought my mouth down on her nipple and flicked my tongue. Her hands fisted in my hair. I could feel her body begging me to fuck her.

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