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"This is our day," I say, shuffling between his legs and wrapping my arms around his waist. I look at him. "Tell me what you want to do."

He takes his time answering, the heat in his gaze burning me alive. "You," he says finally, his voice husky. He tilts his head and presses his lips to mine, his tongue demanding entrance as he slides his hands over my ass, gripping me firmly.

"I thought we were drawing this out as long as possible," I murmur against his lips, groaning as he pulls me against him, our hips fitting together like we were made for each other.

"We are, but I can't manage to keep my hands off of you, Charlie," he rasps, lifting me until I'm balanced on my toes, then dragging my body down his, lighting me up like a goddamn firework. "You're the sweetest fucking torture," he breathes against my cheek, pushing his fingers into the hair at the base of my skull and pulling to expose my neck. "I'm going to spend the rest of my life learning how to draw every last drop of pleasure from your body," he says, kissing, licking, and biting his way down my neck.

"I’d like that," I whisper, my eyes fluttering closed, butterflies going haywire in my stomach.

"Would you now," he chuckles, cupping my breast and flicking his thumb over my nipple.

"Yes." I lean into his touch, a moan catching in my throat. He palms my thighs and lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist.

"Go on then; tell me what you want, Charlie."

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"What I want," I say, moaning as Lach rolls my nipple between his fingers, "is to find my voice."

He freezes, my response taking him by surprise. "What do you mean?" he asks, lifting me to sit on the rock, his hands gripping mine.

I look up at him, opening myself, letting him see me, then drop my gaze to our intertwined fingers. "Before I came here, I had only ever been with Rob. To him, I was just a body he could fuck when he needed a release. He didn't give a shit that I never got there, and he never made any effort to figure out what makes me tick."

Lach's hands clench. "I swear to God, I'll kill him if I ever see him, Charlie. You deserved so much better."

I bring one of his hands to my lips, kissing his knuckles, then press his palm to my cheek. "Don't worry, the lawyer Lorna recommended will take him to the goddamn cleaners. What I meant when I said I want to find my voice is I want to be able to tell the three of you what I like and what I want. I've never done that before, so it doesn't come naturally. You guys have opened up this incredible world to me, and I don't want to be a bystander. I want the words to come easily. I want a voice."

"I want that for you, too, my beautiful, courageous girl." He caresses my cheek with his thumb. "What does that look like to you? How can I help you?"

"I've been thinking about it for the last couple of weeks, and I think encouraging me to repeat the things you say will be the easiest way for me to get used to it."

The corner of his mouth pulls up. "So if I'm eating your pussy and I say, 'Do you like how my tongue feels on your clit?', you want me to encourage you to answer me using similar language?"

I nod, heat rising to my cheeks.

He chuckles, the low rasp scraping over my skin and making me shiver. "My dirty girl." He pushes his hand under my shirt and palms my breast, his scruff scraping my temple as he puts his lips to my ear. "I love your tits. They are a perfect handful." He squeezes them, tracing his finger around my areola. "Do you like it when I tease you?" he breathes.

"Yes," I moan, pushing into his hand. He pulls my shirt over my head, tossing it on the pack.

"Do you want my fingers or tongue?" he asks, a rough, desperate edge to his voice.

"Tongue." I cry out as he fastens his mouth over my nipple and pulls it into his mouth, my core spasming.

He moves to my other breast and then puts his forehead to mine, breathing hard. "Tell me what you want, Charlie."

I relax my mind and say what I'm feeling. "I want you to fuck me. Hard. I want to feel you pulsing inside me when I cum."

"Fuck, Charlie." His expression is pained. "You're not making this easy."

I start unbuckling his belt, relieved when he doesn't stop me. I wrench his pants open and then push his boxers down, humming as his thick length springs out. I run my hand down and back, a drop of precum glistening in the sun. "If I fuck you right now, I won't be able to stop," he says, bucking his hips as I squeeze him, groaning, "And I'm not ready for this to end,"

I shriek when he grabs my hips and flips me around, my torso pressed against the rock, only the tips of my toes touching the ground. He jerks my shorts and underwear down around my knees and positions his cock at my entrance.

Voices drift through the air, making both of us freeze.

I look back at him, my eyes wide, and God – the image of him with his nostrils flared, his jaw set – will stay with me forever. "Just one," he mouths, ramming into me. I bite my hand as my pussy clenches around him. He pulls out and I feel the loss in my soul.

"She's crying for me, Charlie," he says, his gaze locked between my legs. "Soon. I promise." He pulls up my underwear and shorts, then zips himself up. He helps me stand, pushing me against the rock and devouring my mouth. He pushes his thigh between my legs and I drop my weight, rocking against him. "Charlie, there are people coming," he mumbles against my lips, but his body betrays him, his hands sneaking up to my breasts. "No," he rasps, stepping away from me as he feels my thighs starting to clench. "Don't you dare," he breathes, his chest heaving as he watches me run my hand down my stomach on the way to my clit. "That orgasm belongs to me, Charlie. I'm going to fuck you with my tongue until I feel those first tremors, and then I'm going to bury my cock inside you and fuck you until we get there together." He frames my face with his hands, forcing me to look at him. "Do you understand?"

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