Charlie grabs my hair in her fist and makes the best sound I’ve ever heard — a breathy sigh, a strangled moan, a wordless plea to lick her until she comes so hard her eyes roll back in her head.
I flatten my tongue, lick her again, harder, her hips move, and she tightens around my fingers so I do it again and again. I’m careful. Deliberate. I stroke her with my fingers in the same rhythm as I lick her, and I can feel her muscles flutter, tremble.
“Holy fuck, Daniel,” she whispers, her voice hushed, faraway. “God that feels good.”
I push her thighs further apart, bury my face in her even harder. Charlie overwhelms my senses, her hips rolling against me like she can’t control herself, her juices on my fingers, my palm, sweet in my mouth.
I don’t say anything. I lick her harder, faster. She flexes her toes against the floor, arches her back. I add a third finger and she squeezes me, trembling, gasping for air.
I never want to stop. I’m so hard I think my dick might simply turn to stone and fall off, and yet, I don’t want to stop. I want to stay here forever, Charlie grinding against me, buried in her while she gets closer and closer to her climax, whispering my name while she does.
I move, lick, coax, stroke. Charlie whimpers oh fucking please, every muscle in her body tense, ready, and I don’t stop. I want her to come undone. I need her like this, here, now.
“You’re gonna make me come,” she whispers, her chest heaving like she’s running a marathon. “Oh fuck, Daniel—”
I lick her harder, faster. I watch her throw her head back, a dent in her couch cushions, and just as she tenses, back arched, I put my lips around her clit and suck gently, fingers curling in her tight, slippery channel.
Charlie shouts, coming. Her pussy clenches so hard around my fingers that I can’t move for long moments, the bones of my knuckles grinding together as her hips lift off the couch, her feet flexed against the floor. She moans, no words, just one long animal sound.
I still don’t stop, pressure light but steady on her clit, face buried in her. I let her come in wave after wave. She rocks, shudders, gasps for air, and I feel every single tremor until finally, her waters are calm again.
The moment I pull my fingers out of her she leans forward, her mouth on mine, her tongue probing deep. I still taste like her, but she obviously doesn’t care so I kiss her deeply, rise to my feet.
Charlie just about tears my shirt off. Seconds later she’s got my pants undone, cock out, and she’s stroking it hard and fast and I have to steady myself against the back of her couch.
She tears my pants off. I collapse onto the couch, finally naked, pull her on top of me so she’s straddling my thighs, hand still stroking my cock as she’s on her knees, kissing me furiously, her hips rolling against me.
Both my hands are clutching her ass, round and firm, springy with muscle, and I pull her in until my cock is crushed between our bodies, her tits in my face.
I suck one nipple into my mouth, roll my tongue around it. Charlie moans, her hand tighter, and I suck on the other one until her breathing goes ragged again, then I find her mouth and we kiss hungrily, desperately.
“Condom,” I murmur, and she bites my lip softly. I can tell she’s laughing as her hand leaves my cock for a moment and then she’s got the foil packet in her teeth, ripping it open.
“Was that in your robe pocket?” I ask, pushing her back slightly.
She shrugs out of the robe in one fluid motion and it flutters to the floor.
“Of course,” she says, rolling the condom on. “I knew why you were coming, and I didn’t want to waste time.”
She kisses me deep, strokes me again.
“I’m a practical woman, Daniel,” she says, teasing. “Why do you think I was wearing just a robe?”
I pull her in again, lift her, my hands digging into her hips. She’s warm and ready, hands on my shoulders, curls half-falling out of her bun, and she reaches down and finds my cock and steadies it at her entrance.
This time she doesn’t say anything, just takes me in a single stroke. Her hands clench my shoulders hard enough to leave bruises as she envelopes me with a moan, her eyes going half-mast.
Fuck, it’s good. It’s better than good. She’s warm and tight, her muscles squeezing me as I push myself deeper, her hips moving as I bottom out, shifting inside her.
“God, I like this,” I whisper, her hips in my hands. We move together, her hips rolling against me, sliding me in and out, her inner architecture stroking me.