Page 112 of Deep In Love
It’s hard to verbalize the pride banging around in my chest. Difficult to breathe as I watch her analyze herself in the mirror, starting at her face and slowly traveling south.
“I have another thing,” she whispers, breaking my trance.
“What?”
I’m stuck between staring at her ass, begging for me to sink my teeth into the soft flesh, and the way her breasts rise and fall in the mirror. Both are captivating and stealing my attention.
“Another thing I like about myself,” she says, “I like how I feel when you look at me.” She rubs her breastbone. “I feel…seen, but not in a bad way. It’s like—” She pauses, her lashes fluttering as she searches for words. “Like I’mshining.”
“You do,” I say, kissing her shoulder. “You shine like bioluminescence in the abyss.”
She slips her hand beneath mine.
“Thank you for seeing me. And not being afraid.”
The words are whispered, barely vocalized.
Admiration is the last thing I expect from her. It’s frightening—what I feel for her. Threatens to take over my thoughts, command my actions, dictate my future.
It’s unsettling, yet the most comfortable thing in the world.
Loving Charlie is easy, regardless of what she believes.
She releases my hand, and I guide her over my thighs, the soft skin of her back pressed against my chest.
With my hands on her hips, I help her stretch over my cock, inch by inch, until she’s flush against me, the inside of her thighs bracketing the outside of mine. She gasps as she takes me to the hilt, and I give her a moment to adjust, nipping at the flesh of her neck.
She pulses around me, and my balls tense with pleasure, which peaks when she shifts, sinking even deeper.
“Holy shit,” she moans, her hands flying to the armrests and head falling onto my shoulder. “So fucking deep.”
“Eyes open.” My voice shakes with the need to move, but she heeds my command. “Look how well you take me,” I whisper in her ear, stroking her clit with my fingers.
She jerks, a breathy gasp escaping her as her hips lift, but I hold them steady until she’s desperate to move—overcome with need.
“Youconsumeme, bruja.”
A soft moan tumbles out of her as I pull her hair to the side and drop my mouth to her collarbone, sucking deeply on the skin.
Am I too old to be giving Charlie a hickey? Sure, but it scratches an itch in my caveman brain, and I’ll spend the next few days getting hard from the sight of it.
Her lips pop open to admonish me, but any words fall away as I lift my hips and piston into her.
“Oh,” she moans, grinding back and forth as she uses the chair to stabilize herself.
She rides my cock in earnest, and I sit back, allowing her to take her pleasure. I keep my hands on her waist to minimize the impact on her joints, and she clenches around me.
A groan slips out, and I catch the tail end of Charlie’s smile before she does it again.
Fuck. Two can play this game.
Wrapping one arm around her waist, I tease her clit until she’s pulsing around me.
“I-I’m going to come,” she moans, her breath choppy as she moves.
I’m right there with her, the need to come buzzing through my veins. I know myself—I’ll come the moment she does.
“Your pussy takes my cock so well. Are you going to be a good girl and take my cum?”
