Page 68 of Kissing Games
As soon asshe entered her room, Valentina shut the curtains.
Charlie turned the main lights on.
‘Could you turn them off please?’ she asked. ‘I thought we could light a fire.’
‘Good idea,’ he replied. ‘It’s far too bright in here.’ He covered his eyes as if to shield them. ‘Fuck, I think my retinas just burned out.’ He turned the light off and the room darkened, then raised his arms, waving them about as if feeling his way. ‘Yes, this is much better.’ He stumbled straight into the fire guard, kicking it over with a crash. ‘Oops, hang on.’ He knelt down and knocked over the log basket.
‘Charlie!’ she yelled. ‘¡No seas tan idiota!’ She put her hands on her hips as he crawled across the floor towards her. ‘Okay,’ she huffed. ‘You’ve made your point.’ She tapped her foot impatiently at his theatrics. ‘You can put the light back on.’
He reached her feet and grabbed her ankles. ‘No problem. I’ve found a floor light. Give me a sec.’ He felt up her legs and excitement fizzed under his touch. ‘I just need to find the button to turn it on.’ He roamed higher. ‘I think this model has two.’
She shrieked with laughter and tried to wriggle out of his touch. He pulled her down to him and their lips met. She kissed him without hesitation, angling her head, her tongue darting into his hot mouth. He groaned, running one hand up into her hair, the other down to grab her bottom, yanking her up against the hard length of his cock. She tugged at the bottom of his T-shirt, needing his hot skin on hers. He released her and pulled it off as she removed her own top and unsnapped the clasp of her bra, letting her breasts fall free.
He stared at her in the half light, the shadowed planes of his body heaving with every breath. ‘Christ, Valentina.’
She was feverish with need, burning with an urgent desperation to get him inside her, to rock herself to a blinding climax. She lifted his fingers to her hardened nipples and sharp pleasure shot down to her clit as he rolled and rubbed the tips. She dug her nails into his muscled thighs.
‘Jesus fucking Christ,’ he exhaled, his breathing harsh and ragged as if struggling to stay conscious.
She felt wet heat on her nipple and cried out again as he sucked on her, pulling out more pleasure. She fumbled to open his trousers, then pulled his cock free from his boxers. He groaned against her breast, the vibrations pulsing down her body. Grabbing his cock, she stroked it as she rocked her hips.
It wasn’t enough. She stared into his luminous green eyes shining in the darkness. ‘Charlie. I need you.’
He blinked.
She moved back, pulling her trousers, knickers and socks off. He pulled a condom out of the back pocket of his jeans.
‘Hurry,’ she whispered.
She watched his shaking hands as he sheathed himself, then kneeled above him, straddling his thighs and slowly sinking down. They cried out together as he entered her. She held the back of his neck, his tendons taut as she stretched around him. Shocks of pleasure radiated through her centre. He bowed his head to suck at her nipple, pleasure flooding through her, helping ease her all the way down. She sat, feeling the fullness of his cock, the fabric of his jeans on the backs of her thighs. He jerked inside her and she squeezed hard around him. He let out a strangled cry, his body vibrating. She wanted to lose herself with him, leave the rest of the world behind, surrender to the intense pleasures of his body. She locked her arms around him, lifted up, then dropped down with a sigh.
Her orgasm was already spiralling deep inside, so she chased it, riding him, grinding herself against his rigid abs. The shudders started, then they smashed through in thunderous waves of pleasure. She screamed his name, pulsing around him as she shook in his arms. The sensations continued, rippling out beyond her skin until she lost sense of where she ended and the rest of the world began. He released her breast and held her tightly as he thrust up into her, hard and fast. More shocks of pleasure shot through her as he came, his body shaking as he cried her name.
They clung to each other as if holding on for dear life, gasping in unison. Her whole world was this moment. Her whole world was him. Her heart opened like a flower, the petals unfurling towards his light with a fragile, yearning sweetness.
She pushed them closed. She couldn’t open herself up to him. She wouldn’t.
He was kissing her face now, stroking her hair, repeating her name over and over again. The flower inside her bloomed, filling her chest with longing for what she could never have. She kissed him, stopping the sound of her name, trying to focus on the physical and block out the emotion. His kisses were languid, his tongue tasting her, stroking her mouth.
It was too good, too much. She broke away and rested her forehead on his.
‘What happened to the grand tattoo tour?’ she asked breathlessly.
He let out a huff of air. ‘I don’t know. One moment I was crawling around on the floor, the next I was jumped by a light fitting.’
She giggled.
‘Valentina…’
‘Yes?’
‘Do you think at some point in the future you might allow me to take off my jeans?’
She let out a throaty laugh.
He arched an eyebrow. ‘You know, when we…’ He brought his mouth to her ear. ‘Do it,’ he whispered.
‘Are you teasing me?’
