Page 165 of Charlie

I walk back to the bed, my gaze sweeping up the curve of her calves to the softness of her thighs. I clench my fists to keep from spreading her wide and burying my cock in her heat. She turns to look at me, her gaze hungry. "You have to stop looking at me like that," I growl, my cock throbbing painfully. She smiles but doesn't argue, laying her head back down.

Good fucking girl.

I drop the plug on the bed and pull off my sweatpants before lighting the candle, not wanting to ruin them with the oil. As soon as there's a puddle around the wick, I climb onto the bed, straddling her upper thighs.

"Ready?"

She nods, the muscles in her back tightening. I tip the candle slowly, letting just a couple of drops fall. "Does that feel okay?"

"Yes," she whispers, her back arching as I pour a line down her spine.

I set the candle on the nightstand and smooth the oil over her back, pressing my thumbs into the muscles that worked so hard for us this morning. I slowly move to her lower back, her skin soft and supple under my hands. I know she's desperate when she starts pushing her ass up every time my hands dip low. I slide off the bed and spread her legs until I have a clear view of her pussy. My hands tremble as I pour more oil into my palm, my pulse roaring in my ears. She whimpers as I kneel on the bed between her legs, her pussy clenching on air. One thrust and I'd be buried inside her, and we'd be on our way to paradise. I grunt as I resist the urge, smearing the oil over the globes of her ass cheeks, her flesh molding to my hands. I slide my thumbs along her crack, and she pushes her ass into the air, exposing herself to me. A bead of moisture drips down her lips, and before I can stop myself, I catch it with my tongue. Her body shudders, her hands fisting in the sheets.

"I thought you said you weren't going to touch my pussy," she mumbles.

Shit. "One more time, then I won't do it again," I say gruffly, cursing myself for making up stupid rules. I run my thumbs on either side of her pussy, bringing them together at the front, her clit trapped between them.

"Jack," she begs, her muscles contracting as I roll her between my fingers. I'm true to my word and move my hands back to her ass, feathering the pad of my thumb over her, gently bearing down until she's pushing back onto my finger.

"I want to hear how much you like it," I rasp, waiting for her to dislodge her teeth from her hand before circling the rim with the tip of my finger. Her moan is a lightning bolt straight to my dick, precum leaking onto my thigh as she swallows my finger one knuckle at a time. Fuck.

"More," she mumbles.

This woman is my kryptonite. I can't function when all I can think about is how to make her moan louder and come harder. The way her throat constricts around me when she's trying not to gag. The sweet musk buried between her legs. The way she squeezes me so hard I think she'll break my cock, and how I'm perfectly fine with that. Those blue eyes, the color of the loch on a summer day, sparkling up at me while the sun turns her hair to burnished copper. The way she loves me without reservation. I would die for her a million times over.

"Jack, I need you inside me." She looks back at me, desperation in her eyes, her lip caught in her teeth as she impales herself on my finger.

"I'm supposed to be getting you there without that, remember?"

"You said without touching my pussy. You said nothing about your cock or my ass."

Fuck. Me. "Fair enough. We can try for the elusive anal orgasm."

"That's a thing?"

I hop off the bed and grab the lube, not willing to risk anal play with just the oil. "The clitoris extends internally behind the front wall of the vagina. Anal sex can stimulate a spot that is hard to reach other ways."

"It's called the a-spot. Similar to the prostate on guys," Lach explains, catching our conversation as he comes out of the bathroom, Cam right behind him, both of their cocks at half-mast. I don't offer them the chance to take over because I know what they have coming later, and I'm jealous as fuck. "Go on," Lach says, pulling on his robe, "We'll wait." I sigh in relief as they go out on the balcony, still feeling awkward about navigating this when we're all together.

I kneel between Charlotte's legs, spreading her cheeks wide and swirling my tongue over her.

"Fuck," she sobs, her body trembling. I lap at her, holding her still as I push past the tight ring of muscle and fuck her with my tongue. "More, Jack." I give her one last swirl of my tongue before sinking my teeth into her ass cheek, a sudden desperate urge to leave my mark on her.

"Please," she begs, looking back at me, her makeup smudged under her eyes, strands of hair stuck to her cheek. So goddamn beautiful.

"Butt plug first," I say, squirting lube on it.

"I don't need that. I need you."

"Indulge me." I wait for her nod of acceptance before pulling her to the edge of the bed, letting her legs dangle off. "This will be the best position to hit that spot. Are you comfortable?"

"For the love of God, Jack." Her eyes flash with annoyance, her hand sneaking down, headed toward her clit.

"Don't you fucking dare." I take her threat seriously and nudge the plug against her, a smile pulling at my lips as her hand moves back up and fists in the sheets. I push the tip in, watching with pride as she relaxes and breathes deeply. I pulse it against her, watching as she swallows it a little more each time. "Almost there." I push until the widest part of the plug disappears inside her, only the purple jewel left on the outside. I pull it out slowly and slide my tongue over her, swirling it around until I feel her muscles relax, and she's pushing back onto my face.

"Charlotte, I hope to God you're ready." I slide my hand over my cock, biting back a groan.

"Fuck me, Jack."

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