The anticipation kills us at the same time.
Finally, our lips touch in a petting motion. Our tongues meet briefly, then come back out for a full caress. Our mouths make love like they’re playing a symphony—a slow, savoring rhythm ‘til we finally hit the climax. It’s urgent. Painful. Freeing. Binding. Expressing our hearts—our love.
Mouths connected, I back her into the room and onto the bed. I pull my mouth from hers and trail my lips down her neck.
“Sweetie, please, I just need you.” She brings my face back up to hers and raises her hips.
I nod and grasp her lips again, then pull her leg so it loops around my waist. Charlotte’s head arches back, her mouth open as she tries to accommodate the boost of my morale.
“Damn, baby,” I groan near her ear.
“Damn,” she repeats.
I pull back almost all the way and then sink in at an agonizing pace. I love the sounds she makes. The whimpers, the gasps, the moans ... but mostly, her deep breathing. It has an echo of something—always hitching, aching.
“You feel so good ... so right,” I breathe into her ear. She turns her face to mine and kisses me fiercely. My hips pick up their pace.
“More,” she breathes into my mouth. “Harder.” Her hands grasp my ass, helping me. “I need you, baby. I need to feel the ache from you.”
Fuck ... she knows just what to say.
“You sure, baby? Like our first night?” I mutter against her ear.
“Yes. Oh God, please ... yes!” she begs. I grasp her lips quickly before bringing her legs up and then down on either side of her head. Goddamn, her flexibility kills me.
“Ready, baby?”
“Mmhmm.” She licks her lips.
I take in a slow, deep breath, and then—unleash the beast. I’m in the zone, pounding into her so relentlessly, that I can barely comprehend anything that comes out of her mouth other than her whimperish moans. That is, until she reaches between us. Her index and middle finger spread into a “V” at her opening, adding to the sensation I’m already experiencing.
“That’s it, baby. Stretch my little pussy with that big cock of yours.”
Charlotte, my Charlotte, just said ... that?!
This confirms my earlier suspicion: Charlotte has been watching porn. I slow down because I can’t chuckle and fuck hard at the same time. With her, though, I may have to master that at some point.
She opens her eyes. “What?”
I can tell she’s a bit self-conscious now.
“I just love you, baby.” I smile and collect her lips as I release her legs. She stills.
Shit.
The words fell off my lips so naturally, like I’ve said them to her a million times. But I haven’t. I’ve never said them to her at all. I pull my mouth away and stare into her eyes. Her widened eyes. And ... I love her.
Ever have that moment where you fully embrace something you’ve known and felt all along? I’m having one right now—and embracing the hell out of it.
I love her.
Sadly, I have to admit, my timing sucks. Not the best—or most romantic—idea to tell your woman “I love you” for the first time whilst impaling the crap out of her. It just doesn’t help validate your feelings.
I listen to Charlotte’s slow, steady deep breathing. Our hips matching her breaths. I bring my hand up to cup her cheek. Her jade eyes stare into my soul.
“I do.” I kiss her. “I am,” I say against her lips, “so in love with you.” I pull my head back as she takes in a long, shaky breath. “I’m sure there could’ve been a more appropriate time to say it, but my heart blurted it out before my head could stop it. I shouldn’t have said it while—”
“While you were stretching my little pussy with your big cock?” she teases.
“I’m making you nervous?” Damn it!
“Always.” She leans up and plants a kiss on my lips.
“I always make you nervous?”
“A good nervous.” She smiles.
“A good nervous?” I raise an eyebrow.
She nods. “It comes with one side effect.”
“What’s that?” I kiss her.
She takes my hand off of her cheek and places it on her heart. I feel it beating rapidly.
“It makes my heart race. You make my heart race.” She smiles softly as her eyes fill with moisture. She blinks and shakes her head. I’m not quite sure what this reaction is. I don’t know the meaning behind all her looks and reactions yet.
“Baby, you don’t have to say it back to me. I don’t want you to feel pressured, especially if you’re not certain you feel the same way.” That’s the only meaning for this reaction I can think of.
“Oh, Mitch.” She takes in a sharp breath. “You are the only man I will say that to, and for the first time in my life, mean it with every fiber of my being. I have never been more certain of how I feel—with the exception of my kids.” Before she can ramble on—and she will—I kiss her. Hard. She moans into my mouth and slowly rolls her hips, cueing me to finish what we started.
“Mmm ... yes, ma’am,” I murmur against her lips.
Charlotte rolls me onto my back. She pulls herself up, her knees at my sides, and moves her hips. She throws her head back, enjoying the fullness this position gives her. I sit up, placing my arm around the small of her back. My free hand grasps her right breast and guides her nipple into my mouth.
“Ah, Mitch.” She moans and fists my hair as she rides me at a more intense pace. “Oh, Mitch ... baby,” she breathes.
“I’m with you, baby. Let me hear you. Let me hear you come for me.” I plant one hand on the mattress, giving me the leverage and balance to reach deeper ... higher.
“Fuck ... oh, Mitch ... Jesus ... oh, Christ ... God ... oh.” She pulls tighter at my hair. And then she does it again—whips her head out of the arch it was in and looks straight into my eyes. She gives it all to me. Fuck, that’s hot! It’s just the thing that pushes me over the edge. My balls tighten and a surge of pleasure shoots up my shaft. I explode deep inside her. The heat and intensity of our locked eyes matches our orgasm.
“Ugh!” I bellow, grabbing her hips and thrusting into her one last time. Forehead to forehead, we sit there, still connected, panting.
“You’re amazing, baby.”
“We’re amazing,” she corrects.
“Mitch,” I say with a sigh. He’s been staring at me for the past ten minutes or so, his fingers tracing and doodling little designs over my skin.
“What, baby?” He nudges my nose with his.
“We’re doing a great job avoiding some major conversations ... at least two, don’cha think?”
“We are,” he agrees. “Can we keep it that way until tomorrow?” He pecks at my lips. “I don’t think I can emotionally handle what I need to talk to you about. I have a bad feeling I’m gonna be pissed about whatever it is you need to tell me. Please, baby, it’s gotta be almost nine, which means it’s nearly three a.m. for me.” He rolls onto his back. “I’m tired ... not to mention starved.”
“Let’s go downstairs and eat.” I pat his chest and get up clean off in the bathroom.
Oh, shit.
Oh no!
I stand there frozen. I’m pretty sure all color has drained from my face.
“Are you okay, Char?”
Char?—that’s new. I’d answer him, only I think I may have stroked out—nothing’s moving!
“Baby?” His hands slide onto my hips.
“Um ... I’ll be out in a minute,” I finally pipe up.
“Oh no ... uh-uh ... what’s going on?” He turns me to him.
“We’re discussing things tomorrow, right?” I smile shyly and start walking backward into the bathroom. I close the door and lock it before he utters a word or moves a muscle.
“Okay—now you’re making me nervous!” He states loudly on the other side.
You and me both, Mitch!
“No. I don’t like eggplant.” He shakes his head at me whil
e I plate some for him anyway.
“You’ve never had mine.” I nudge him away from the drawer I need to get into.
“It doesn’t matter. I don’t like it! Make me something else,” he snaps.
“Well, I might have if you’d finished that sentence with ‘wench,’ but since you didn’t ... ” I shrug.
“Smartass!” He slaps my butt and goes into the fridge to see what’s there.
“Uh, no! You will try mine! If you still don’t like it, I will make you something else.” I shut the door on him and pull the first plate out of the microwave.
“I’m a grown-ass man, Charlotte! I know if I don’t like something!”
And at that, I shove a bite in his mouth.
He rolls his eyes in irritation.
I wait.
He chews.
I wait.
He rolls his eyes in pure enjoyment.
I smirk.
He chuckles.
I stick a fork in the center of his eggplant parm and hand it to him, my “I told you so” face fully intact.
After I get some for myself, I join him at the table. His plate is nearly empty.
“Gee ... I really wish you liked my eggplant parm,” I say sarcastically.
“Well, I don’t know what to tell you—it’s disgusting.” He smiles.
“I’m on to you, Mr. Colton!” I shoot him a look of suspicion. “You’re just with me for my culinary skills.”
“Yep, but that’s okay—you’re only with me for my irascible behavior.” He winks. “I have to make sure I get to the gym more. You’re gonna make me fat.”
“I doubt that, what with the amount of sex you like to have.” I smile, then think about the news I have for him. “You probably won’t want to have sex with me after tomorrow,” I say in almost a whisper.
“Why? You plan on throwing out your vagina?” He chuckles.
“Vagina?” I raise an eyebrow.
“That’s what they’ll call it.”
“They who?” I giggle.
“The private detectives who find your thrown-away vagina. It’ll be on the six o’clock news,” he says.
“It will?” I play along.
“Yeah, it’ll be a big story about the mystery behind the tossing away of the most perfect vagina anyone has ever seen.”
“Sounds like you’ve got my vagina on a pretty high pedestal, Mitch.”
“Kitty likes her heights.” He shoots me a full-wattage smile. I shake my head and giggle.
God, I love him.
“All right, no more doom-and-gloom talk. Let’s enjoy the calm before the possible storm.” He holds his wine up to me. I clink his glass in agreement.
I glance at the clock. Damn. Nine a.m. I inhale the smell of Charlotte’s hair. She feels so good in my arms. My hand glides down her back. She’s got a great ass. I feel myself growing hard under her thigh, and I caress her with more intent.
“Mmm,” she moans lightly. She lifts her head and softly teases my nipple with her mouth. My hand dives into her hair, pulling her lips off so I can attack them. Charlotte straddles me, then abruptly pulls away as she sits up. I lay my head back on the pillow and drink in the sight of her. She moves her hair so it flows over her shoulder. Christ, the way her eyes stare into my soul.
“Mitch,” she starts, “we have a lot to talk about today. We can’t keep doing this.”
“Making love?” I cup her hips.
“Avoiding the conversation.” She tries to climb off.
“Just where do think you’re going with my Kitty?” I ask playfully.
“Kitty needs to shower and get ready for the day.” She taps my hands just as my cell starts ringing. I grab it.
“It’s Kyle. I need to take this,” I say. “But when I’m done, Morale’s got some lotion he wants to dispense into Kitty.” She snorts, slaps my hand, and climbs off. I admire her lovely ass as I answer my phone. “Hey, Kyle.”
“Mitch—holy shit!”
“What’s the matter, man?”
“I just met the woman of my dreams!”
“What?”
“She came in here looking for you. Well, to rip your head off. Christ, she’s gorgeous! She’s got long, dark brown hair, a nose ring, and those eyes, Mitch—her fucking eyes. They’re green like fucking emeralds, man! Shit, I bet she has a hot tattoo in a hot place! I want to find that tattoo, Mitch.” He finishes rambling. I think for a moment.
“CiCi?” I ask.
“CiCi,” Kyle sighs. I laugh. “Mitch, this is no joke. She left here not five minutes ago, and I’m completely obsessed,” he says in awe.
“What did she say to you?”
“Man ... I don’t know. She had me by the balls—literally had her fingers wrapped around my balls! Her hand fit them good, Mitch.” I can hear desire in his voice. “At times it was a little painful, I have to admit, but my balls were made to fit in her palm. Mitch,” he says, all too seriously, “I have found the keeper of my balls, Mitch. I’m ready to hand them over.” I’d say something, but I’m too busy gasping for air from my laughter. He ignores my reaction. “Who is she? An ex of yours?”
“No,” I say as I pull myself together. “She’s Charlotte’s sister.”
“Did you patch things up with her? Please tell me you did.”
“Yes. Well ... sort of.”
“What do you mean, sort of?”
“We haven’t discussed things yet.” I slide to the edge of the bed to get up.
“Well, discuss, make up, and tell me where I’m meeting you guys for drinks tonight,” he says quickly.
“Drinks?”
“Yes, drinks. You, me, Charlotte, and CiCi.”
“A double date?” I ask with a hint of apprehension.
“Yeah! Shit. Mitch, is CiCi involved with anyone?”
“I don’t know, actually—I don’t think so.” I rub my temple, trying to wrap my head around this. “You sure you want this, man? CiCi’s sort of different. I mean, in a good way—like crazy or eccentric.” As I’m trying to clarify, I realize—how can one truly explain CiCi’s personality? “She has no filter, man. You’re kind of straitlaced.”
“Yeah, I’m boring, Mitch—thanks to you!” he says. “I wasn’t always like this, by the way. Maybe I need someone without a filter.”
“All right, man, I’ll see what I can do.” I take in a deep breath and blow it out. To say I’m unsure about this union would be an understatement.
“Great! Call me and let me know!”
“You got it. But before you go, I want to get one thing straight.”
“What’s that?”
“What’s my name again?” I ask, then laugh.
“What?” he asks, then catches on to my teasing. “Oh, that’s easy. It’s dickhead!” His sarcasm flies freely. I should care, being his boss and all but, I don’t. I’ve recently realized that Kyle is my best friend. It’s been a long time since I’ve had one of those. So ... free pass on the “dickhead” comment due to friendship status, right? Friendship status? Shit. I think I’ve sniffed too much “Charlotte.” I’m starting to think like a chick.
“Dude? You there?” Kyle pulls me out of my thoughts.
“Yeah. Sorry. So, I’ll text you the time and place.”
“Thanks, man! Later!” he says, and we hang up. I rub my face before I get up. I head into the bathroom just as Charlotte turns the water off and steps out of the shower.
“All yours.” She smiles.
“I know you are.” I grab her towel. “Now get back in there.”
“I’m done.” She snatches it back.
“Charlotte, that was only ten minutes. You always take longer than that. Now get back in there.” I seize the towel again.
“That’s because you interrupt me,” she states. “I’m done. Take yours. I’m going to make us breakfast.” She grabs a different towel and wraps it around herself.
“I’m trying to take what’s mine.” I pull her by the hips, bringing her closer.
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��No, Mitch.” She pushes against my chest and looks me straight in the eyes. “Not until after we talk.”
“We have a contract, Charlotte,” I remind her.
She takes in a breath and nods slowly. “Playing that card again, are we?”
“Yes, I am. I’ve kept my part of the contract. It’s only fair of me to expect you to keep yours.” As I say this, I can see her wall building back up, anger flicking in her eyes.
“Good of you to keep me in check, Mitch—ell.” She lowers towel. I scan her body slowly, then look back into her eyes. She stares at me blankly. The wall is completely up now. Of course it is. One minute I tell her I love her, and the next, I remind her of something I myself want to throw out the window.
I touch her cheek. “Go make us breakfast, baby. I’ll be down in a few.” I lean down and sweep her lips. She shoots me a look. “Go. I’m done being a jerk.” I shrug.
“Okay, but I think it should be known that I had a much harsher word in my mind for you.” She wraps herself back up.
“I’m sure I deserve it.” I pat her toweled bottom, urging her to move out of my way so I can get into the shower.
The smell of corned beef hash and bacon hangs heavy in the air. Mmm ... if any morning calls for comfort food, this is it. I bring the fried hash over to the large electric skillet, making two good piles. I flatten the piles and pour my egg mixture over them, then lower the heat. Watching the eggs slowly fill every nook and cranny of open space, I start to think about what I’m going to say. He’s going to flip out. He may—no—he will tell me to pull back on my offer. I won’t. This could be our last breakfast together.
A very small—miniscule, really—part of me wants to say good riddance. I can’t believe he threw the contract in my face again. I’m so confused. Yet ... I don’t think he meant to. Maybe he just doesn’t like to be told no. Who does?
“What do you have going on in here, baby?” He startles me, pressing his face to my neck for a sniff, then a kiss.
“It’s almost done.” I flip the omelets over and sprinkle some cheese before folding them. “Coffee should be ready,” I add.
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