Page 63 of If My Wishes Came True
“Do you have to work tomorrow morning?” he asks when I’m on my back and he’s hovering over me.
I shake my head no, biting back a smile.
“Good,” he says. “Because I want to take my time with you.”
Another crack of thunder booms, closer this time, dialing up the adrenaline that’s already coursing through my veins as I anticipate what Charlie Sutton wants to do with the hours that lie ahead of us.
With past lovers, I was typically the one to take control. I’d be the one on top, choreographing our every move. But with Charlie, I feel so at ease that my body softens in a way I’ve never experienced before. I’m completely surrendering myself to him. Because I trust him.
“You can take the lead,” I say.
He starts by peeling off my little beige dress. Then he agonizesme by gently sucking the skin on my neck while slowly grinding into me. Even through the layers of his pants and my underwear, it’s immediately obvious to me how big he is.
I arch into him, longing for more, responding to every thrust of his hips with a soft moan. By the time he slides down my undies, I’m sure they’re soaked through.
With one hand, he unhooks my bra with expert ease. I can’t help but wonder how much experience he’s had, because his confidence in the bedroom is sky-high. It’s a side of him I haven’t seen before. Where he’s typically sweet and mild-mannered, when it comes to sex, Charlie Sutton likes to take charge.
I don’t mind it a single bit.
He pauses to look at me now that I’m completely undressed. After several seconds, he sighs and shakes his head. “You are…a work of art. All of these beautiful lines, and curves.” He takes a finger and traces down my collarbone, over my breast, and in a circle around my nipple. Then he sweeps along the arc of my waist, and stops just before he gets to my rose tattoo.
“Can I kiss you here?” he asks.
I nod, and he shifts down the bed and meets my inked skin with the softest kiss.
In that moment, the last small piece of my broken heart mends. And I’m whole again.
“I’m so sorry for the pain you suffered,” he says when his gaze meets mine.
“You helped me heal, Charlie,” I whisper through the pattering of the summer storm.
I reach out my arms, and he slides into my embrace. I helphim out of his pants and boxers, and then we’re skin to skin, warm against each other as the rain keeps pouring.
Charlie’s hand moves up my thigh and between my legs. I’ve never been this wet in my entire life, and I wonder if it’s even normal. But the groan that comes from his throat when his thumb glides over me in circles, tells me he likes it. A lot. With his thumb still busy, he slips a finger inside me while he takes my nipple in his mouth. After a few minutes, the pleasure is so intense, I already feel the first wave of an impending orgasm, which is insane—it usually takes me forever to come.
Before I do, Charlie moves his hands to part my knees, and kisses his way from my breasts, to my navel, and further down, where his tongue takes over for his fingers. And where the touch of his hand was gentle and soft, now he licks me hungrily, working absolute magic on me with his mouth.
I can’t take it. It’s too good.He’stoo good. “I’m gonna come,” I tell him as my legs are already shaking, and the muscles deep inside me shudder in successive waves of ecstasy. His tongue doesn’t stop until my body stills.
“Oh my god,” I sigh out afterward, trying to catch my breath. “I’ve never come that fast in my life.”
Charlie looks very pleased with himself—as he should be. I giggle as he shifts to lie down next to me. “Don’t worry, there’s more where that came from,” he says.
I raise an eyebrow at him. “You mean…more orgasms?”
He nods.
“Afterthat?” I shake my head. “Um, I don’t know if I can. I’ve never had multiple orgasms before.”
Charlie tilts his head. “You’ve also never come that quickly. So, I guess there’s a first time for everything.”
The seductive glint in his eyes sends a new rush of blood between my legs.
“I suppose it doesn’t hurt to try,” I say with a coy smile.
Charlie reaches into his nightstand for a condom, and puts it on. Then he shifts back on top of me.
As we kiss, he presses into me just a little—and it’s still a lot. I sigh, yearning for more, arching my back to bring him deeper inside me.
