I walk to the door and turn the lock. The audible click rings in the silent room. I turn my head towards her and that mischievous smile painted on her lips tells me everything I need to know.
"Good idea," she purrs.
“We can now get as down and dirty as we want. Well… until someone comes knocking. At least that buys us a little time," I chuckle.
"Touché."
I stroll back towards her with my eyes locked into hers.
“I want you naked, kitten," I command waving my finger up and down the length of her body. "Keep the sandals on. I approve." I nod. “I definitely approve.”
"Yes, sir," she grins.
She lifts her right arm up and finds the zipper. With her eyes on me, she pulls it down to her waist. She allows the yellow dress to slide right off of her sexy body until it pools at her feet. She steps out of it, bends down, picks it up and walks to the shower where she flings it over the shower rod.
I watch every single one of her moves. I’m completely riveted.
"I don't want it to get wrinkled," she explains.
"Absolutely. It's one thing to look well-fucked, it's another to look unpresentable," I chuckle.
"I knew you'd understand,” she laughs.
She sashays temptingly, swinging her hips from left to right until she’s back standing right in front of me.
Fuck. I’ve seen that body thousands of times and every single time, she gets me hard.
“Did you have to buy a sexy combo that was going to make me come in my jeans?"
"Technically, it's no longer a combo since you shredded my knickers to pieces," she points to her bare pussy.
I shake my head amused.
"Secondly, in my defense, I didn't know I would find myself in this predicament. It's highly unexpected."
Her answer makes me laugh.
"My sweet butterfly."
I close the gap between us and take her mouth in an urgent kiss. We lose ourselves in this all-consuming passionate heat as we devour each other with fervor. We don't stop until we’re both nearly out of breath. I trail my mouth down to her breasts while my right hand unfastens her bra clasp. It opens up effortlessly and I fling her bra over my shoulder.
Damn.
There’s nothing quite like the sight of her bare tits.
Don't tell her this, but this is the magnificent vision that fills every one of my dirtiest, filthiest and raunchiest fantasies.
Charlotte's tits are fucking phenomenal.
"God, I love your tits,” I groan.
When I take one of her rosy nipples into my mouth, she moans and her knees wobble slightly. I pull her tighter against me so that she doesn't collapse to the floor.
"Oh," she says. Nothing else comes up.
“Why is it that I just can't get enough of you?” I whisper against her supple skin.
I don't give her a chance to answer. I lift her up in my arms and she instinctively wraps her legs around my waist, binding our bodies together. She snakes her hands up my back until she reaches my hair. Without warning, she roughly pulls me closer. “Barrett,” she pants. “Again,” she pleads.
Fuck, it makes me wild when she does that.
"You have to be patient, kitten," I scold gently.
I walk us to the sink and drop her on the counter. I rush to remove my shirt. Just like she did, I walk to the shower and place it next her dress.
“Frumpy is very unbecoming," she laughs.
"That has nothing to do with it. I'm too eager to bury myself balls deep inside your warm pussy and I want to feel the heat of your skin against my own.”
"My God you have a way with words."
“That and the fact that cum against a black shirt sends a very clear message."
We both laugh.
Suddenly, our eyes shift at the same time towards the open window located over the toilet.
"I almost forgot they were down there," she laughs.
This woman really mesmerizes me, because it's only now that I'm aware of the thumping sound of the DJ’s house music, the laughter outside, the cheerful voices and the splash of the pool’s water.
“Yeah, but it wouldn’t be nearly as fun it they weren’t,” I grin. “We’re flirting with danger, kitten… we could get caught," I remind her.
"I’m okay with that."
I drop my forehead against hers. “My little exhibitionist,” I whisper. She nods. My fingers trail up her thighs and she opens up for me without being asked. “Good girl." A low grunt escapes her lips as I feel her wetness. “This is for me, kitten? Do I turn you on this much?” She nods again. This time her lower lip is trapped between her teeth. She’s biting down so hard, I fear she’ll draw blood. She groans and tilts her hips forward as she slides down to meet my hand. "What do you want?" I tease.
She lets out a low moan against my lips and my cock twitches.
My fingers move in and out of her pussy lazily. How I long to feel her warmth and her slickness around my cock.
"Put it inside me," she pants.
"What was that, kitten?"
"Your cock. My pussy. Barrett."
"Well, that made no sense whatsoever, Charlotte. You're really going to have to do a better job than that if you want me to give you what you need." Am I being a bastard? Absolutely. But it's for her own good. She’ll thank me.
"Fuck me, please."
“You do understand that I’m going to have to fuck you real hard because of your defiance. I can't let it slide.”
“What do you mean?”
"This morning when I was on the phone with Tyler, I specifically asked you to wait for me. You even nodded your agreement, but you didn't. In my book, someone deserves a punishment."
She laughs.
She fucking laughs.
"You find that funny?"
"Your punishments usually end up in mind-blowing orgasms."
“The only thing I wanted to do this morning when I woke up was to slide my body against yours and fuck you until you couldn’t remember if English was your native language or not. You were gone so you know what I had to do?"
Another series of laughs.
"I had to fuck my fist."
"Does that mean you're going to unleash your pent-up frustration on my pussy or my ass?"
The glee of excitement bouncing in her eyes is contagious.
My God, this woman is such a willing victim.
Dirty and always ready for me.
What's not to love?
"I’ve always said you were a smart woman. I'll take your ass when we get back to the hotel. For now, I want to lose my raging cock inside your pussy.”
“When your green eyes turn dark like this, I know I’m in trouble.”
“You have no idea,” I chuckle.
I fist her hair and tilt her head back before grasping her jaw with my free hand. I devour the hell out of her while I push my hips into her belly, grinding my impossibly hard cock against her until she’s panting and dripping.
Charlotte melts into me. She purrs, whimpers, groans and claws at my hair in an attempt to pull me closer. She goes through a gamut of emotions and it's such a high to know that I elicited them all.
“I swear, Barrett, I’m as close to an orgasm as I’ve ever been without you even touching or licking my clit,” she pants.
“Fuck, kitten, my jeans are soaked with your juices. You're making it hard for us to look inconspicuous when we step out of this bathroom," I chuckle. Her eyes widen when she catches sight of the large wet spot she's left behind.
“It’s your fault for turning me on,” she admonishes with a small laugh.
“Come on, turn around. I want to feel your ass cheeks when I fuck you,” I order.
I slide my hands under her arms, lift her off the counter and drop her to her sandaled feet. Her fingers dig into my forearms as her legs shake underneath her.
“Oh, God. You haven’t even fucked me and already, I can’t stand on my own two feet.”
“I’ll carry you o
ut of here if needs be, kitten.”
She offers me a shy smile, her soft eyes boring into mine.
Everything about us is always so impetuous. For over a decade, we’ve shared the kind of torrid relationship that makes it nearly impossible for us to keep our hands off of each other... unless we’re pushing each other’s buttons. This tender moment is so rare and so cherished.
“You’d do that?”
“Of course.”
I see the devilish flash sparkle in her eyes. “In that case, ram your huge cock inside me and fuck the hell out of me.”
My eyebrows hit my forehead at her repartee.
I should've known.
Her voice is laced with filth. In other words, music to my ears.
“You know you’re going to be punished for that smart mouth of yours?”
“Yes, please.”
Her words act like a lustful jolt that kicks in my arousal to the nth level. Horny as hell, I quickly undo my jeans and push them down my hips, pulling down my boxer briefs with them. I don't remove them completely. I let them dangle around my ankles.
“Your safe word?” I ask in a raspy whisper.
“Will I need it?”
“Just in case.”
“Monaco.”
“Good girl, you’re ready to play.” She nods. I grin. “Hands on the counter, kitten.”
“With pleasure.”
When she assumes the position, our eyes meet in the mirror.
We just stare at each other.
Words aren’t necessary, but I feel compelled to say, “You’re a bloody gorgeous sight, Charlotte."
She pulls her lower lip between her teeth. "Even after all these years, you still think so?" She actually blushes.
Charlotte Louise Wentworth is an undeviating force. She always has been. I love that side of her. She doesn't doubt herself much. I know I bring out that slight irresolute part of her. I should feel guilty, but I don't. I relish the fact that after over a decade what I think still matters to her.
"Especially after all these years," I tell her, raking my eyes along her sinful body.
She’s bent at the waist, tits hanging, lipstick smeared, eye makeup not so perfect as it was a few minutes ago and of course, her perfect ass is on display so beautifully, helped enormously by those incredible heels.
In other words, she's gorgeous.
When I look at myself in the mirror, I’m shocked by what I read in my eyes. It’s rare that I see myself before ravishing her, therefore I'm usually oblivious to this feral veil covering my eyes. Wow.
I move forward and angle my body right behind hers.
My hard hands clamp down on her ass, causing her to gasp.
“Open up,” I command, nudging her feet apart. I bend over and lean against her back before peppering her shoulders with a string of soft kisses. “I can’t tell you how much I want you,” I confess.
“Yes,” she hisses when my chest touches her bare back.
I slide my fingers down her stomach until I reach her slick pussy. I plunge two long fingers deep inside her wetness and I finger-fuck her noisily with the same unrestrained ardor as I would with my cock. With my free hand, I cup her left tit, squeezing it possessively.
“Kitten,” I rasp.
“Barrett … Oh… Oh…” Half-lidded molten hazel eyes stare at me in the mirror.
Her helpless little mewls make me smile, and I reward her by adding a finger and fucking her harder. I could worship this woman's pussy all day, every day. When I reach the point where my cock is jealous of my fingers, I know it’s time to remove them and replace them with my meat.
“Fuck,” we both moan loudly as I line myself up and slide in deep.
I pull out as quickly as I slide in. I’m not ready yet. I need a little more play. I tease her wetness with my mushroom knob plunging inside her and sliding back out repeatedly. Each time I thrust back inside her, I feed her an extra inch. Soon, her willing pussy swallows my full length.
“Charlotte,” I mumble as her slickness coats my hard cock.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” she cries out.
“Shhhh,” I place my index finger against my lips.
Sure, the DJ’s music is loud enough to cover the sounds of our passionate encounter, but still. The last thing I want is for Ilis to find us like this. Not because I don’t welcome an audience, but because I’d rather die than allow him to cast his eyes on Charlotte’s naked body.
“O-okay,” she pants.
“Promise?”
She nods.
“Good.”
“Fuck, it’s been too long,” I growl as I resume fucking her.
“You had me pinned against your bed all of last night until we passed out with exhaustion,” she laughs.
“That was your ass—which I love—but your pussy… that's a whole other experience. Your pussy is like a fucking elixir." I accentuate each word with a powerful thrust.
Charlotte gasps, hands flying to each side of her, searching for something to hold on to as my cock pounds her.
“God, Barrett,” she sobs. “I bloody love your cock.”
The fact that our eyes are locked onto each other heightens the dirty factor.
Slap.
“Who does this pussy belong to?”
“You.”
Slap.
“Who does this pussy belong to, kitten?” I repeat.
“You.”
“You don’t sound too convinced,” I grunt as I slam harder into her.
Slap.
She shudders and lets out a moan.
“Wrong answer.”
Slap.
“Tell me who owns this pussy, kitten.”
“It’s yours, Barrett.”
“Better,” I grin. “Your pussy is so fucking sweet, you know I won’t have a choice but to fuck you so hard, you bruise.”
“Yes,” she stutters out. “Please,” she also trips all over that word.
“Remember, shhhh.”
She nods.
I move in and out of her faster, harder, rougher. She begs for more in low sobs like the good little girl that she is.
I give it to her.
I fuck her with such resolve that my balls bang against her clit with each vigorous pump. The sensation is mind-blowing.
Thank God the marble counter is bare. With the force of my thrusts, bottles and jars would be tipping over and crashing against the marble tile, sounding an alarm bell.
Gripping her hair tight, I pull her up so her back is against my chest. “I’m going to fucking ruin your pussy, kitten. When you go back to London, you won’t even want to look at another cock.”
The words tighten my chest, but I have to remind myself that what happens in Athens, stays in Athens. When we fly back home, it’s back to my grim reality.
She doesn’t answer, so I pull her hair back even further. “You hear me?” I demand.
“Only you, Barrett,” she says.
There’s a flicker of sadness that crosses her eyes, but I choose to ignore it. I can't be with her and protect her at the same time.
Instead, I continue to thrust in and out of her, our eyes still locked in a silent conversation.
“Oh God.” Her eyes roll to the back of her head.
She’s slipping.
“Barrett.” I can never get enough of the gasping way she says my name.
"You’re nearly there?"
"I am, I am, I am," she chants.
“I want you to lift your left leg up and place it on the counter. I’ll hold you steady,” I tell her. She looks at me perplexed. I give her ass a hard slap. “Do it,” I order.
Guarded at first, she eventually gives me what I want.
She grips the sides of the counter tightly and hitches her leg up.
Fuck, seeing that yellow high heel perched on the counter like that hardens my cock. What a beautiful sight.
"Good girl," I say. "Are you okay in that position?" I ask, brushing away a few strands of hair that fell into her
eyes.
"I can manage."
"It's not going to take that long. It's going to be a short ride from here on in," I chuckle. She laughs. “Hoist your leg higher up for me.” She does as she’s told, opening herself up wider.
In this position, I can thrust real deep.
I don’t hold back.
“Touch yourself for me, kitten," I order.
“What?”
“I want you to play with your clit.”
“Shit,” she hisses.
She obeys.
Without warning, I place my hand on top of hers.
"What are you doing?" she asks surprised.
"I feel compelled to help you," I tell her.
"My God, that sounds so bloody dirty."
"That's because it is."
I force both our hands to stroke and tease her hard clit.
“Do you feel how much you want me?” I ask.
"Jesus." She closes her eyes.
"Keep your eyes on me if you want to come," I warn.
"You're killing me here." I grin wide. “This gets you off?"
"Is that even a question?" I chuckle. “I love feeling our hands interlaced like this. We’re both pleasuring you, kitten.” I practically growl that last sentence. “Do you like it?”
“God, yes.”
I’ve asked her countless times to pleasure herself in front me and she's done it beautifully every single time, coming her head off while I wanked my cock with my eyes glued to her. Needless to say, I’ve taken care of her with my fingers too many times to count, but this is the first time we both focus on taking her over the edge.
I dictate this. Moving both our hands against her hard clit. Our hands skate, stroke and tease her nub. With a slower more controlled cadence, my cock thrusts in and out of her wet pussy. It's sinfully dirty. It's us.
"Goddammit," I grunt.
"Jesus," she groans.
“You'll never forget Athens," I whisper into her ear, forcing our fingers to execute a series of circles around her clit. "Never."
"No, never," she sobs.
“I’m determined to erase all traces of any other cock that’s been inside that pussy—that belongs to me—forever more.”
“Ha!”
“Do you hear me?”
“Oh, God, yes, Barrett, fuck me hard. Fuck me hard,” she wails.
Those words turn me into a beast.
“With pleasure.”
She welcomes each punishing thrust by lifting her ass higher up in the air and meeting my next pounding thrust with determination. The slapping of our naked slick skin takes over the bathroom only to be surpassed by our grunts and moans.
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