Page 9 of Dating Your Fake Fiance
I know I should have asked this sooner, but I hid behind the fact that what was happening between us wasn’t real. It was okay to pretend and hide away the reality of the situation because there was no chance of this going further than this night. But now, with the ruse over, I need everything out in the open before we go further.
“No.” He shakes his head adamantly. “Kelsey is my best friend, but that's it. She thinks I don't know it, but she's in love with my brother. There has never been anything more than friendship between her and me. There is no one but you.”
The flicker of hope that burned in my chest that he might feel as I do ignites, lighting me up. I grab his tie and pull him to me, needing to close the space between us. The moan that erupts from deep in Charlie’s chest as he presses me against the wall makes my lower belly flip with excitement. There’s no denying the feeling of his hard cock pushing against me.
I reach between us, letting my hand move down the firm plains of his stomach over the thick length of him.
“You make me so hard,” he breathes out against my lips. “I want to bury myself deep inside you.”
The pleasurable ache between my thighs is almost too much to take. His lips, his words, his body—it’s all I need to unravel right here.
“I’ve dreamt about this moment so many times,” I whisper, not trusting my voice.
“This isn’t a dream,” he says, leaning down and gripping the back of my thighs before lifting me up with ease.
My legs wrap around his waist, and he walks us into the living room to the comfy sectional against the back wall. He lays me down, his hips tightly situated between the apex of my thighs. I cry out his name as he thrusts his hips forward, pressing against my aching clit.
Going slow and building up to a release is all I’ve ever known, but with Charlie, I’m already on fire. We can take our time later, but right now, I want to feel him pound deep into me. I want to sear this connection between us, so there is no question that what we have is real and lasting.
Charlie reaches behind his waist and tugs at the deathlike grip I have on him. His eyes are darkening with desire, and I know that he wants to give me what we both need—hard and fast, tenderness can come later, and it will.
He slips his hands under my dress, running his palms up my thighs and leaving a scorching trail in its wake. A wicked grin spreads across his face when he feels how damp my panties are for him. I reach down, gripping his cock through his pants and squeezing gently as I run my hand up and down.
Charlie grips the sides of my panties and pulls them down and off my legs in one pull. My knees drop open, welcoming him. Freeing himself, he leans forward and pushes inside me.
My body strains as it adjusts to his thick length. I relax my inner muscles allowing him to slip in even deeper. He gives me a moment before the rhythm of his hips pushing in and out of me quickens.
The friction of our bodies increases the pleasure and pushes us closer to our release. With anyone else still wearing most of our clothes, I'd feel so disconnected from my partner. But the connection I share with Charlie is so much deeper than just anything physical. When I'm with him, I feel like I'm with someone I've known forever, someone who sees me for more than what the world sees, who makes me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. I can see so many possibilities with him in the future, and as long as he's with me, anything feels possible.
“I don’t ever want this to end,” Charlie whispers against the crook of my neck.
“Me either,” I breathe out.
This moment will most certainly end, but there are so many more moments we will get to share together in the future.
I cry out Charlie’s name as my body and my release collide, sending me over the edge to get lost in this moment. My inner muscles pulse around Charlie, and this pushes him to the edge. His body tense over mine and I wrap my arms around him, anchoring him to me at this moment—for forever.
6
CHARLIE
I wake up to the sound of a lawnmower’s muffled hum outside the window. At some point in the middle of the night, we moved upstairs to Dana’s room. For a moment, I think I'm dreaming when I open my eyes and see Dana curled up next to me. The memories of the evening before replay in my mind, and I can’t hold back the smile that spreads across my face. It was everything I fantasized about and more. The softs gasps and moans she’d make as I explored every dip and curve of her body are already making me hard again just thinking about it.
Gently I roll Dana off my arm and onto her back. Her eyelids flutter briefly, but she doesn't wake up. Moving over her, I kiss a trail down her body beneath the sheet to wake her up with my tongue. I'm nearly situated between her thighs, blowing softly on her skin, when I hear her giggle to herself. She lifts the sheet and smiles down at me.
“Good morning,” she says.
“Not yet.” I kiss her inner thigh. “But it will be when I’m done with you.”
“So confident that you will—oh fuck,” she cries out as I run my tongue over the soft folds of her pussy.
“You were saying?” I ask, looking up at her.
She shakes her head, pressing her lips together to let me know she wants me to continue. But just as I’m about to really go to town, the sound of the front door slamming downstairs reverberates through the house. Dana jumps, and her knee clips my nose, and we both hear the crunch of cartilage.
“Oh my gosh,” Dana cries out, her eyes widening in shock. “Are you okay?”
Warmth fills my nose, and I'm barely able to pinch off the bridge of my nose before the blood goes everywhere.
