Wardrobe Malfunction(72)

I keep licking her because I can’t stop. I can’t get enough of her.

She sags against me. “I don’t think I can again.”

“You can.” I lift her off me, putting her beside me on the bed. “I want this off.” I tug on her slip. “And then you on your back.”

I’m a bossy fuck.

But she obeys immediately.

She’s naked and waiting for me, and I am one lucky bastard.

I spread her lips open with my fingers and put my mouth back on her pussy. She moans loudly, her hips coming up off the bed. I hold her down with my hands on her thighs, and then I start fucking her with my tongue again.

I reach up, grabbing her tit in my hand. I tease her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. My other hand pushes two fingers inside her.

She’s moaning and writhing and panting beneath me, and I’m so hard, I could cut glass. My hips are pressed against the bed, trying to find some relief. I need to come so badly, but it’s more important that I get her off again. Getting Charly off is what turns me on the most.

“God, Vaughn!” she screams, coming without warning.

I ride through the orgasm with her, licking up everything she gives to me.

She sinks into the bed, her body looking relaxed, but I’m not giving her a reprieve. I need inside her tight body more than I need my next breath.

“On your knees. Now,” I command.

Her eyes open, looking at me. They’re heavy with desire.

She pushes up to a sitting position. Then, she takes hold of my face with both her hands and kisses me hard, pushing her tongue into my mouth. Then, she lets go and turns away, getting on her hands and knees, giving me her ass.

She looks fucking perfect.

I reach for my nightstand to get a condom. I never had them in my house until Charly. I never needed them here until her.

“Wait,” she says just as I’ve gotten one from the box, staring back at me.

Wait? Is that even a word?

I look at her, confused. She moves across the bed to me.

Her hand curls around mine that has got the condom in it.

“I want to feel you inside me,” she says.

“That was the plan all along.” I grin.

“Bare,” she whispers.

Oh.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I wanted you to know that I want to, in case you wanted to, too.”

“That was quite a run-on sentence.” I smile.

She laughs softly.

“I’ve never before,” I tell her. And it’s the truth; I haven’t.

“I’m on the pill, and I’m clean. I’ve never slept with a guy without a condom before either. But I want to with you. There’s no pressure. I just wanted you to know the option’s there if you want it. I trust you, Vaughn.”

I love you.

The words are right there on the tip of my tongue.

She’s so fucking amazing.

And I want her so badly. I want to feel her.

“I trust you, too.” I toss the condom aside and kiss her.

I lower her back, lying between her legs. She brings them up around my hips. My cock is pressed up against her pussy, hot and bare.

And I can’t wait a moment longer.

I break away from her lips. “You’re sure?” I check.

“I’m sure. Are you?”

I answer that by pushing inside her.

“Jesus, Charly,” I groan, closing my eyes to the feel of her around my cock, hot and snug and so fucking wet.

“I know,” she says, her hands sliding into my hair.

“You feel incredible.” Lights are dancing behind my eyes. I’ve never felt anything like her before.

She tugs me down to her mouth and kisses me. I push my tongue into her mouth, taking control of the kiss.

Then, I very slowly pull my cock out of her, drawing out the sensation. When I reach the tip, I ease back in up to the hilt.

“This feels…I’ve never…not with anyone…God, Charly, you feel like fucking heaven.”

Her hand comes up to my face, her fingers dusting over my lips. I catch hold of her middle finger and suck it into my mouth.

I watch as her pupils dilate.

She pulls her finger from my mouth and traces a wet path between her breasts. My cock swells.

I pull back out again and reach my hand between us, taking hold of my dick, and I move him up and down her slit, wet and slippery. I tease her clit with the head of my cock.

“Vaughn.” Her back arches off the bed, her fingers gripping ahold of the bed cover. She fixes me with a stare. “I need you to fuck me.”

Moving my hand away, I slam back inside her.

“Yes!” she cries.

I take her mouth with mine and start to fuck her slow.

Only it doesn’t feel like fucking anymore. It feels like I’m making love to her.

I want to take my time with her because I want this to last. I want to stay here, inside her, for the rest of my life.

Her legs wrap around my back, the heels of her feet digging into me. “Harder, Vaughn. Faster,” she moans.

“Impatient.” I smile against her mouth.

But, in the end, I give her what she wants. I can’t seem to say no to her.

I pull all the way out and thrust back in hard.

“Yes! Again,” she cries.