Page 66 of Degrees of Control

James stripped off his jeans and underwear while Charlotte hopped on one leg, tugging down her yoga pants and a pair of plain pink cotton panties. They cupped her ass so sweetly it almost hurt him to look at them.

How could I have told her I hated her underwear? How did I ever look at her and see something I didn’t like?

In the glow of the streetlights they stood, observing each other like strangers. Charlotte’s hair looked black and her eyes resembled hidden pools of inky water. She was some darker version of the fairy princess tonight, sweet and yet somber. He reached for her and his hands were shaking for some reason. She moved into his arms, embracing him like a long lost lover, and then they were on the floor, his bare cock braced against her pussy, begging for entrance. He hoped she wouldn’t ask for names or bindings or cruelty. He didn’t want anything rough tonight, he just wanted to touch her, be with her, but if she asked, he’d give her what she wanted.

Then who’s really on top here, Jimmy-Boy? Who’s really in charge?

James didn’t care. Not now, not tonight. He kissed Charlotte deeply, pressing his skin hard against hers.

“Take me, James,” she whispered in his ear. “I need you. Please?”

Protection. He looked around for his jeans and then swore as he remembered.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m out of condoms.”

She closed her eyes. “Oh God, it’s always when you need them the most.”

He pulled away from her, kissing down her breasts and across the firm skin of her stomach. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m still gonna make you feel good.”

She moaned. “James, you don’t have to—”

“Let me do it, sweetheart.”Let me make up for what an asshole I’ve been.

With a little nudge, Charlotte parted her legs enough for him to lick between them. Everything was so plumped up and swollen, he almost had to force his tongue between her folds. He lapped at her, letting her taste fill his mouth and Charlotte gripped his hair so tight his scalp hurt. He liked it, being handled by her, serving her. It suited tonight’s mood so much better.

Her hips tilted forward, pressing more of her pussy against his mouth and he licked, licked hard and fast, determined to bring her over the edge at least twice before she thought of doing the same for him. Then Charlotte let go of his hair. “James? Have you been with anyone else since we met?”

He looked up in surprise.Holy fuck, I haven’t. Must be some kind of fuckin’ record.He shook his head. “Naw darlin’, only you.”

Her gaze never wavered from his. “Then take me. I need you inside me.”

“Charlotte, you don’t have to…”

She reached down and touched his hair again. “Not have to. Need to.”

James knew Charlotte was on the pill and he’d seen her blood test with his own eyes, but…but what? Why wasn’t he leaping at the chance to do what every man longed to do?

Because you’ve only ever fucked one woman bare and we all remember how that turned out.

James shook his head. That was the last thing he ever wanted to think about. Especially when he was with Charlotte.

You’ll have to tell her eventually, Jimmy-Boy. She already knows something’s wrong with you and if she wants to be your girlfri—

Just thinking the word almost made him choke. “Darlin’, this ain’t smart.”

Charlotte touched the side of his face, her hand as soft and cool as a rosebud and his mind went quiet. “I trust you,” she said. “I trust you, James.”

He’d done little to prove he deserved her trust, but God, he wanted it so badly. “Okay. Let’s…let’s go there.”

She pushed him onto his back and he let her, kissing her breasts as they went over. He felt her wet heat kiss the top of his dick and moaned.

“I swear, we don’t have to do this, baby.” He searched her eyes for reservation. There was none. Pushing aside any last doubts, James flexed his hips and slid himself inside her hot, bare cunt.

Oh my fucking God.

He wanted to die. He wanted to live and die in Charlotte’s pussy. She was warmer and tighter than anything he’d ever imagined, her wetness enveloping him in ways that felt both physical and not. He wanted to say something sappy, maybe dedicate the rest of his life to worshiping her cunt. Instead, he pressed his thumb against her swollen clit and watched her sigh like an angel.

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