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She pulled her skirt up and dragged her flimsy black panties down her legs.“I’ve been wearing these all over town.Do you know what they smell like?”
“I’d like to find out.”
She walked slowly toward the bed, her clothes half-off.But she didn’t walk close enough for me to touch her.She came to the side of the bed, tossed the panties to me, and stepped back, still just watching.
I brought her panties to my nose.They were damp, and I didn’t flatter myself that it was all because of me.“Sweat?”
She blushed, and not in a cute way, but a truly mortified one.
I took a deep, deep sniff and closed my eyes.“Don’t be embarrassed.I didn’t say I don’t like it.”
When I opened my eyes again, she leaned against the wall, one leg splayed to the side, her fingers sliding slowly up and down her slit.
“I love the way you smell.”Sweat and lust and the heat of her all combined, exactly the scent she left in my bed, on my body.“I love the way you taste, even more.Come sit on my face.I want to drown in you.”
She pulled her skirt down and hurried over with a little whoop of happiness.The leap she took launched her onto the bed with both of her knees landing dangerously close to the side of my head before she swung her leg over and settled onto my waiting mouth, her body positioned so that she could still watch my hand on my cock.
“I didn’t realize you were a fucking gymnast,” I mumbled against her, and she shivered.
“You knew I was spry and flexible.”She lifted up in surprise at the first swipe of my tongue over her, then eased back down.
I groaned and buried my face into her hot, slick flesh.My nose bumped her opening, and I tipped my head back to give my tongue access for a quick taste before I concentrated on her clit.It wasn’t difficult to split my focus between what my tongue was doing and what my hand was doing; I had plenty of experience jacking off.Plenty of experience dining out, as well, but not as much expertise when it came directly to Charlotte.I relished every time I got to go down on her, tried to notice something new every time until I learned everything about her responses.
I knew, for example, that she enjoyed a horseshoe-shaped stroke over the top of her clit, but that direct stimulation of the hard little points beneath the hood was more torture than pleasurable.The latter was useful information during a play session, but the former was what I was going for now.She practically purred, and Ilost myself in the steady, metronome arc I’d set up.
Lost myself a little too much; while I focused on and savored her grinding her cunt onto my face with increasing urgency, I missed the slight shift of her weight onto my chest.Her hands sliding down.
When she took the head of my cock into her mouth, my hips bucked with surprise.She applied sucking pressure that was truly masterful, while I continued stroking, careful not to accidentally punch her in the face.
That would have ended things quickly, disastrously, and probably, in hindsight, hilariously.
But I wanted to enjoy her, and I wanted her to enjoy this.Nothing was planned, this wasn’t a momentous occasion where perfect sex was required so as to stave off some kind of anti-climactic—literally and figuratively—disappointment.At least, it wasn’t, on paper; every time we fucked, it felt… important.
Charlotte didn’t want our entire connection to be sexual.I didn’t, either, but there was no denying that we were perfect partners in that area, and sex would always be a crucial component for us.I never wanted to stop being with her like this.I would never get tired of her, whether we were engaging in a long roleplay session with toys and paddles and ropes or a spur-of-the-moment sixty-nine like the one we were in now.
I would never have enough of her.
She moaned around the head of my cock and her clit drew back as if trying to avoid my touch before her thighs trembled against my cheeks.The slick, creamy sound of her clutching pussy was the final trigger; my hips jerked up hard, driving my cock to the back of her throat as I pumped spurt after spurt of cum into her mouth.
She gulped down nearly every drop; when she sat up and moved off me, a pearly bead rolled down her chin and she flicked it away with her fingertip.
“There,” she said breathless, grinning at me with her shirt still banding her waist.“Wasn’t that so much better than masturbating?
CHAPTER TEN
(Charlotte)
One of my favorite things about California was how on the ground it was.Sure, there were skyscrapers in L.A., but I never had to deal with those buildings.They were fine.I was fine with them.
New York was an entirely different story.I was not fine with the buildings, specifically because I had to deal with them.I woke up in the air, briefly touched down for our commute, then it was right back up for the workday.My therapist wasn’t even on the ground floor, though she was, thankfully, in a much shorter building.I didn’t even have to take an elevator.
“I spend most of my life in the sky, now,” I’d mentioned at the appointment I’d left, and she’d advised me not to minimize that change.Our bodies noticed things like suddenly living a thousand feet above the ground, and that could cause emotional stress we didn’t expect.
Maybe, I’d run back to California not out of a fear of commitment, but a deep, primal terror at being yanked off the ground.My brain probably thought I’d been swooped up by a prehistoric condor.That’s not exactly what she’d said, but I vibed with it.
I couldn’t wait to tell Matt this momentous breakthrough that I would use to ignore my actual issues, but when I got off the elevator into the apartment, I skidded to a stop.
“Uh...”I walked slowly through an entryway crammed with big pink and purple and blue balloons.Had I gotten off on the wrong floor?That shouldn’t have been possible, with the security code, but clearly, I’d intruded on someone’s gender reveal party.“Hello?I think I got off on the wrong floor.”
