Page 122 of Charlie

How could I refuse when he asked so nicely? I flip over, letting my legs dangle in the water, resting my cheek on my folded arms, the tile cold under my hands. He slides his palms over the flare of my hips to my ass, kneading my cheeks, pulling them apart. He walks to the side of the pool and lathers soap in his hands, comes back and begins washing me, carefully avoiding the sensitive bits. The slap of water between my legs makes me jump.

"What are you doing?" I ask, him looking back at him.

"Washing my dinner," he rasps. I choke back a laugh, but it quickly becomes a moan as he kneels behind me, his hands spreading me apart, his tongue rolling against my clit. He stops when I start bucking against his mouth, dragging his tongue up through my folds, then higher, circling my asshole. I jerk in surprise, not sure how I feel about it, but then he pushes two fingers into me, massaging my g-spot, his thumb circling my clit.

Oh fuck.

I ride his hand, his tongue dipping in and out of me as I move. How can something feel so wrong and so fucking good at the same time? I bite the base of my thumb to keep in a scream and push my ass toward him even more. I pull my legs up, my knees splayed on the ledge, opening myself and giving him everything. He groans against me, the sound vibrating against my skin.

"Charlotte, if I get my cock in you, I think I might die," he pants, pressing his forehead against the base of my spine, his breath hot and heavy on my skin.

"Then do it," I say, encouraging him. He stands up and lifts me by the waist, turning me around to face him.

"I don’t want to yet," he says, his jaw clenched. He looks down at my pussy, and I look down at his cock, focusing on the two inches separating us. "Fuck," he groans, "I have to feel you." He takes his cock in his hand, stroking it several times and then meets my gaze. "Just the tip," he says, his voice ragged. "Only the tip, do you understand?" I bite my lip, nodding. He drags the head of his cock over me, positioning himself at my entrance and holding himself there.

"You’re so fucking wet," he groans, sliding his thumbs over where the lips of my pussy stretch around his cock. I angle my hips, but he pulls away, making me promise not to do it again before he comes back.

We’re both looking at how his cock is nestled between my lips, our breathing unsteady, barely able to form a coherent thought. He flexes his hips until a fraction of the tip is inside me. I whimper, desperately wanting to wrap my legs around him and pull him toward me, forcing him to slam in deep.

Jack pushes in a little more, clenching his jaw as I squeeze around him. One more tiny push and the head of his cock slips in completely, coming to rest against my g-spot.

An alarm clock sounds, the noise muffled by our pile of clothes.

"Fuck. Fifteen minutes until dinner."

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"Fuck," Jack mutters, his jaw flexing as the alarm bounces off the walls around us. His eyes are locked between my legs, his hands trembling on my hips as he struggles for control. My gaze travels down his torso, over the length of his cock, to my engorged pussy lips hugging his shaft. I whimper, desperate for him to bury himself inside me. His gaze meets mine, regret written all over his face.

"Jack, no," I beg. He groans, his expression pained as he slowly withdraws. My body follows him, my hip sliding along the stone to keep him in me for as long as possible.

"Charlotte, I don't want to keep the chef waiting."

"I know," I whimper.

He studies my face. "You’re close?"

I nod, protesting as he pulls out, barely keeping myself in check.

"Lay down, he says gruffly, helping me lower myself against the cold marble. He grabs my thighs and pulls me toward him so my ass is on the pool's edge. He stands there, looking between my thighs, his hands shaking as he drags his thumbs up my pussy, meeting at the top of my vulva, trapping my clit between his thumbs. My moans echo around us, melding with the sound of the alarm.

"I love the way you move when I touch you," Jack groans, watching my body as I respond to his touch. He brushes his thumb over my clit and I jerk against him.

I'm so close.

"Fuck," he growls, finally giving in. He bends down and presses his open mouth against me, his tongue dipping inside before sliding up to circle my clit. Over and over again until my fingers tangle in his hair and I’m begging him for more. He looks up at me as he slowly drags his teeth over that aching bundle of nerves, a wicked gleam in his eyes. I lose my grip on reality as he seals his lips around my clit, sucking me into his mouth. I scream as he pushes in two fingers, curling them against my g-spot.

"Jack, that makes me feel like I have to pee," I say urgently, trying to twist away from him.

"You won't," Jack growls, holding me in place. "Cum for me, Charlotte." He pulses his tongue over me, and the current drags me under, the pressure building to impossible heights. He feels me tense and pulses the suction, pushing harder against my g-spot. My back bows off the floor as my orgasm rips through me, waves of pleasure pulsating through my body. I clamp my legs around his head, holding him there, riding his face and fingers until the sensation is too much and I try to push him away.

"I'm not stopping until you cum all over my face, Charlotte. I want to drown in you." He brings his other hand up, one finger sliding through my moisture and then circling my asshole. He pushes against that tight ring of muscle, slowly pushing up to his first knuckle.

"You’re so fucking tight, Charlotte," he grunts, pulling out and pushing it a little more. He groans as he sucks me back into his mouth, the vibrations catapulting me over the edge. I scream his name as he pushes all the way in, his other hand working at my g-spot. I dig my heels into his shoulders, tears leaking from my eyes as my world splinters. He wrings every last drop of pleasure out of me until I lie boneless on the cold marble floor.

"Fucking hell," Jack rasps, splashing water over his face. "I don’t think I have ever wanted to fuck somebody as much as I want to fuck you right now," he says roughly, grasping my neck and pulling me into a heated kiss. He pushes himself up on the ledge and climbs out of the water, holding his hands down to help me up.

True to his word, Jack produces two fluffy robes for us to wear to dinner. We pad down the hallway, our feet bare and hair dripping.

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