Page 83 of Kissing Games
Silence filled the room. He heard her swallow. Her hand was burning into his shoulder.
‘Charlie?’ she asked hesitantly.
He dragged his head up to look at her. Her eyes were so big, he felt like he was drowning in them. Her cheeks were flushed. She looked soft, open, needy.
‘Yes, love.’
She licked her lips and his dick throbbed so hard it hurt. ‘I…’ She looked away and nibbled at her bottom lip.
He couldn’t help himself. He turned his body towards her and lightly touched her leg at the point where the dress ended. He watched her breathing hitch, her chest rising a little higher with every inhalation.
‘Whatever you want to say, whatever you want to ask, you can,’ he said, his voice low. He moved his fingers to the outside of her leg, slowly and lightly.
‘Charlie,’ she breathed.
Jesus fucking Christ.His free hand gripped the piano stool. He had to keep it together. He couldn’t grab her like a maniac.
Her body imperceptibly rocked towards his. ‘Charlie, I don’t want to use you. I don’t want to take advantage of you when it’s about to end.’
His heart ached with her truth. But for whatever time they did have left, he wanted to spend it by her side. ‘It’s okay, sweetheart, just tell me what you need.’
The way she looked at him made his heart stutter. ‘I need you inside me, Charlie. I want to feel good again.’
His head was roaring, blood racing around his body, urging him on. ‘Okay, er, yes. Christ, Valentina, it’s never going to be “no”.’ He made a move to stand but she pressed on his shoulder, keeping him in place.
Her lower lip was trembling. ‘I need you now, Charlie. Please.’
‘Here? Now?’
She nodded and took his hand from the outside of the leg to the inside. His heart was tripping over itself, his head spinning as she guided him up. He held her gaze until he grazed against her wet curls, her swollen lips. He groaned, his head falling back, his eyes tightly closed.Fuck!No underwear. She was fucking killing him. She rocked into him, pushing his fingers deeper. She was so wet, so ready. His breathing was heavy and harsh as he fought for control. So close to exploding, desire burned at the base of his spine, desperate for release. She rubbed the hard nub of her clitoris against him. He sank his middle finger deep inside her and she clenched around him with a cry.
‘Valentina,’ he gasped. ‘I don’t have a condom.’
She pulled a foil packet from inside the top of her dress. ‘You left some in my room,’ she whispered. She kept moving into his hand. ‘Please, Charlie. Now.’
He reluctantly pulled away and tugged down the front of his jeans, freeing his cock from his boxers and rolling on the condom. She straddled him and started to work herself down with little gasps of pleasure. He held her hips and watched his cock filling her. He could see how tightly she was stretched around him, feel how wet she was. He was blinded by pleasure, blinded by her.
He slipped the straps of her dress over her shoulders, pulling the top down until her breasts were bare. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, hearing her cry as he tugged at it and rolled the other between his finger and thumb. She was writhing on him, her body undulating as she rocked herself faster and faster. Her arms wrapped around his neck, holding his head to her breast as her cries became more frantic. His own climax was hurtling towards him with unstoppable force. He circled her clitoris and gently bit down on her nipple. She bucked against him and gasped, her body stiffening. Then she shattered around him, crying out, her body clenching and convulsing. He held on for dear life, thrusting into her, roaring her name as his orgasm shot up his spine and exploded every synapse in his brain. He held her close, his body shaking as the sensations continued rolling through in waves. He’d never experienced pleasure like this, as if his very bones were dissolving, his body merging with hers.
And in this moment of otherworldly pleasure, he knew with absolute certainty that he could never experience anything like this with anyone other than her.
27
Valentina slept deeply that night, waking only once to reach for Charlie and make dreamy love in the darkness. She eventually awoke to the smell of food and someone licking her hand. Opening her eyes groggily, she saw Bandit sitting by the side of the bed, tail thumping on the floor in excitement that she was finally awake. Charlie sat on the side of the bed, his green eyes sparkling in the morning light.
‘Good morning, beautiful, sleep well?’
She nodded. ‘Did you?’
‘Yes. Although the best bit was when someone’s wandering hands woke me up.’
‘I thought you were awake. Your, er…’
‘Cock?’
She nodded, suddenly far too hot under the covers. ‘Yes, it was, er, very hard.’
He raised an eyebrow. ‘I was in bed lying next to a naked you. Given those circumstances, I could be comatose and still ready to go. Do you want to feel what it’s doing now?’
