Page 47 of Air Of Mystery
“There you go,” I said as he lowered his mouth to my breasts and began to kiss and nip at them through the fabric of my dress.
“Missed these,” he said as he continued to sample. “Maybe next time you won’t be in such a rush, and I can actually get you naked first.”
“Maybe.” I ran my hand through his hair and sighed. “I’m not making you any promises. I’ve had a few months of wanting you built up, and I couldn’t wait any longer.”
He stopped what he was doing and withdrew. Before I could ask what he was about, he stood beside the bed and began to strip down. I stayed where I was and enjoyed the show. He was magnificent.
“I’m suddenly very sorry that I didn’t think to yank that polo shirt off you before we got down to business,” I told him.
“Roll over for me,” he said, his voice brusque.
With a shudder of pleasure, I did so immediately.
I felt him unzip the back of my dress, then unhook my bra. My breath was hitching in my chest when he slipped the sandals from my feet. Once that was done, he guided me back over and began to peel the dress off of me, slowly. Charlie finally pulled the dress completely free and stood beside the bed, gazing down at me.
“You’re beautiful,” he breathed.
I opened my mouth to say that I was too skinny, but the words died in my throat. Standing beside the bed as he was, I had a full view. There was a look in his eyes that made me smile, and I saw, to my delight, that he was ready to go. Again.
I reached out for him. “Bring that over here. Right now.”
He eluded my grasp. “So impatient.”
“Always.”
He whispered a suggestion that had me considering him anew. “If I were to do that,” I asked, “would you stop tormenting me and get back in the bed?”
“Yes,” he said.
“Okay.” I moved back to the center of the bed and adjusted my legs as requested.
“Wider,” he said, and I moved to comply.
Slowly he eased onto the bed and began to crawl his way up and over me. Charlie paused at my belly, pressing kisses over my skin. It was a moment before he began cruising toward my hip. I tried to hold still but it was almost impossible.
“Skye,” he murmured against my skin. “You may want to hold on to something.”
I automatically grabbed for the wooden headboard and was rewarded when he slithered down and buried his face between my legs. I shouted my pleasure at the ceiling as he licked and kissed and generally made me crazy with his tongue.
This orgasm was more intense than the first, and I was still blinking the stars from my eyes when I felt him hook his hand beneath one of my knees and pull me open even farther. A moment later, he was thrusting home, and I arched my back with the pleasure of feeling him inside of me once again.
“Charlie!” I shouted his name.
“Go ahead and yell all you want,” he growled in my ear. “I like it when you do, and no one can hear us out here.”
It’s a good thing no one could. Because I shouted the walls down.
***
Somewhere around midnight we woke. After a quick clean up, we ended up in his kitchen eating turkey and Swiss cheesesandwiches. I was wearing a T-shirt of his as we sat at the table. Fortunately, the shirt hit me mid-thigh. Since my underwear was toast, at least I didn’t have my bare bottom resting on the chair.
Charlie, resplendent in a pair of gym shorts—and nothing else—placed a bag of potato chips on the table and I dug in.
“Tastes great,” I said over a mouthful of sandwich. “I was starving.”
He sat beside me. “I had initially planned on fixing you dinner.”
“Oh yeah?” I raised an eyebrow at him. “Were you going to try and impress me with your culinary skills?”
