by Amy Star
It turned out not to be a concern, as his hands drifted downwards from her waist until they were curved around the backs of her thighs. He lifted her up, and she got the picture quickly, wrapping her legs around his middle and curling one arm around the back of his neck. He broke the kiss and nudged at her chin with his nose, and she tipped her head back, letting him press kisses against her neck and throat, from the edge of her jaw all the down to her collarbone, and back up.
He paused periodically, sucking at her skin and laving at it with his tongue, until she knew the skin would be bright red by tomorrow and everyone would be able to tell what she got up to.
He shifted her higher in his hold, until he could hold her up with one arm beneath her ass, freeing up a hand to undo the first few buttons of her blouse. Holding the fabric open on one side, he peppered her breasts with kisses, before she used her hand in his hair to pull his face back up to meet hers, so she could crush their mouths together once again. His tongue slid along the seam of her lips, until they dutifully parted and his tongue slid into her mouth, sliding together with hers, until they had to separate to gasp for breath.
Words unsteady and breathless, Charlie wondered, “Are we going to do this right here against the wall, then?”
At first, Zeke looked like he was going to let impatience win out and say yes, but he did not. “Somewhere a bit more comfortable might be better,” he decided. Still holding her up with one arm, he carried her into the bedroom. There was a king-sized bed in the middle, and when he deposited Charlie on top of it, it felt like she was sitting on a cloud.
With her feet still on the floor, Zeke coaxed her to lay back. He knelt down, tugged off her shoes and tossed them aside, and reached for the button of her shorts. He popped the button and tugged down the zipper, and Charlie nearly squeaked in surprise when rather than giving her a chance to lift her hips, he simply tugged her shorts straight down her thighs and off of her legs.
He pressed two fingers to her panties, smiling slightly when he found that the fabric was already damp.
“You’re too dressed,” she protested, before he could truly do anything. Though he rolled his eyes, he did unbutton his shirt and shrug it off, letting it fall gracelessly to the floor with Charlie’s shorts.
“Better?” he asked dryly.
“Very much,” she returned primly, leaning up on her elbows to watch him.
“Good.” He turned his attention back to the task at hand, pushing her knees apart so he could kneel between them. One hand stroked absentmindedly up and down the length of one of her thighs, while he pressed two fingers of his other hand to her panties, dragging them down the length of her sex, and then back up, before he pressed more firmly and rubbed. Movements slow, he repeated that motion several times, pausing between each repeat to press a knuckle to her clit and rub in firm, tight circles. By the time he hooked a finger in the waistband of her panties, they were wet enough to be getting uncomfortable, and her hips were shifting steadily back and forth.
He drew her panties down her legs and tossed them aside. Finally, with that last barrier gone, he dragged two fingertips down the length of the lips of her sex and sank both fingers into her entrance, pressing two fingers into her, down to the lowest knuckle. Charlie gasped, chest rising sharply as she adjusted to the contrast between that and the gentle stroking of just a moment before, though he didn’t give her much time to adjust before he began to thrust his fingers into her, pulling them out almost entirely before sliding them back in to the lowest knuckle each time.
It seemed to take no time at all before she was trying to close her legs to drag his hand in deeper, but with his side braced against one of her knees and his hand on her thigh, there was no way she was closing them, leaving her entirely to his mercy. He waited until her hips were rocking as she ground herself down on his fingers before he abruptly slowed his grueling pace until his fingers were hardly even moving within her. Feeling reasonably full was sort of satisfying, true, but it wasn’t going to get her off, and she squirmed back and forth fitfully as she tried to get more friction. Zeke, however, seemed content to let her try her best to fuck herself on his hand, only slowly thrusting his fingers every so often, just as often as it would take to keep her right at the edge of coming.
She could have asked him to start moving again. He probably would have listened. But that felt a lot like cheating or giving up, and neither of those were things she wanted to do. So she rolled her hips, fucking herself on those two fingers as best as she could, as ineffective as it was.
It was only when her frustration was becoming more apparent on her face that he showed her mercy. He went from hardly moving his hand at all to slamming his fingers into her over and over as quickly as he could, curving his fingers slightly to press against her G spot and finally bringing his other hand into play to rub three fingers in tight, firm circles over her clit. Charlie threw her head back and moaned, another shameless sound spilling out of her each time his fingers slid back into her.
Her toes curled against the carpet and her hands tightened in the bedding until her knuckles paled. Her elbows gave out, so she fell flat against the bed. She tossed her head, hair getting mussed against the blanket. Finally, every muscle went taut as she came, her back arching away from the bed. Her legs straightened and her toes pointed, and her hold on the blanket tightened so much she almost thought she might rip the fabric. Her lips trembled slightly as she moaned, long and low and loud, and finally, slowly, she relaxed, falling limply to the bed.
For a moment, as she caught her breath, she simply stared upwards at the ceiling, panting unevenly. It had only been his fingers, and yet it was still some of the best sex she had ever had. It seemed unreal. It almost seemed unfair. But it was also incredible, because he was hers.
Charlie sat up on her elbows, gesturing Zeke closer with one hand, the motion swift and impatient. As soon as he had his knees on the mattress, Charlie shoved her weight against his shoulder, knocking him flat onto the bed. Well, as much as she could say she was knocking him flat when he had to have let her do it.
Her hands went to his waistband, and he sighed in relief as she loosened and opened his belt and then yanked it free from his belt loops. She yanked open the button of his pants and tugged down the zipper, and when she pulled expectantly at his waistband, he hitched his hips up off of the mattress enough for her to yank both his pants and his boxer briefs halfway down his thighs. His erection twitched as it sprang free, red and leaking at the tip.
Charlie shuffled closer on her knees before she lay down, partially draped over one of Zeke’s thighs. She ducked her head, and Zeke sucked in a breath as she trailed just the tip of her tongue along the vein on the underside of his cock. His thighs tensed and his hips jerked upwards once, and Charlie draped an arm casually over his midsection, if for no other reason than to pretend she could hold him in place if she really wanted to. She sucked at the ridge where the shaft of his cock met the head, and then dragged her tongue upwards until she could lap at the slit, the flat of her tongue gliding over it again and again before circling her tongue around the head.
She waited until his eyes were closed and his hands were clenched in the blanket before she parted her lips and closed them around the head. His hips jerked slightly, but on the whole, he kept remarkable control of himself, and Charlie slowly sank downwards without fear of getting accidentally choked. She sank as low as she could, and she curled one of her hands around the base of Zeke’s cock to stroke what she couldn’t get her mouth around.
She sealed her lips around him, hollowed her cheeks, and sucked, and Zeke sucked in a breath of air like he was drowning. He clutched at the bedding beneath him as if that was the only way he could keep himself from grabbing a handful of her hair. Personally, she appreciated the effort.
Sucking steadily, she rose along the length of his cock, her hand working the base of his cock all the while. She sucked hard at the head, circled her tongue around it, and pressed the flat of her tongue
to the slit for a moment before she began to sink down his length once again. Drool was beginning to slide down the shaft of his cock, dripping down her fingers, and she couldn’t even bring herself to care. At that point, all she cared about was getting him to make more of those harsh, gasping noises, like he was being punched in the sternum each time she moved up or down.
She lost track of time for a bit after that, losing herself in the steady up and down rhythm. His cock was heavy against her tongue, and the taste of his precum was salty. Giving head had never been one of her favorite things, but he had already proven that he was more than willing to take care of her in return, and between that and the sounds he made, it was more than worth it.
There was a hand in her hair, tugging slightly, and Charlie pulled herself off of Zeke’s cock with a pop. She glanced up at him expectantly, eyebrows rising as she licked her lips and dragged the side of her hand over her chin to wipe it clean.
“Keep that up, and this is going to end very quickly,” he pointed out, his grip on her hair falling away, his fingers smoothing gently over her hair very briefly.
Charlie didn’t quite see why that was a bad thing, unless he had something else in mind. She grinned slowly and sat up, finally unbuttoning her blouse and shrugging it off, and her bra followed it in short order. As she finished stripping, Zeke kicked his shoes off and shucked his pants and underwear over the edge of the bed.
Zeke moved quickly after that, crawling towards her and pushing her down on the mattress by her shoulders. She spread her legs without needing any coaxing, and he curled his hands beneath her knees, lifting her legs and bending them towards her chest.
He let go of one of her legs, and Charlie curled one of her hands around the back of her knee instead, holding her knee towards her chest while he continued to hold the other one. With his free hand, he wrapped it around his cock and lined himself up with her entrance, before he slowly began to push in.
Charlie’s eyes closed and her head fell back as the head of his cock breached her. Just looking at him, it had already been readily apparent that he was well endowed, but now it was even more obvious. Even just the head of his cock felt enormous, and as he pressed in slowly, it felt like he was going to split her open in the best possible way.
By the time he was fully sheathed and his hips were pressed against the backs of her thighs, Charlie had her head thrown back, her free hand was fisted in the blanket, and she was coated in a light sheen of sweat. Her hand fell away from her leg as Zeke resumed holding it in place on his own, and then she had both hands clenched in the blanket beneath her. Never before had she felt quite so full as she did then.
That feeling, though, was nothing compared to when he actually started to move. He drew back slowly, and as he pressed in again just as slowly, it was like a current was running from nerve to nerve.
The next thrust was just as slow and deliberate as the first one, and she tossed her head. She needed him to go faster, but when she opened her mouth to speak, all that she managed was a low moan, as he was drawing out again, and then pushing back in, his movements still just as measured and careful. She rolled her hips to meet him as he thrust in, trying to convey wordlessly that she was ready for him to move faster.
Evidently, he got her point. He shifted for a moment, so she could feel every inch of his cock pressing against her walls, and then he drew out slowly. When only the head of his cock remained sheathed within her heat, he paused for a second, before he thrust back in all at once.
Charlie gasped, and it felt like all of the air was punched out of her lungs. Her back arched and her fingers scrabbled at the bedding. Her toes curled and she tossed her head from one side to the other. He gave her no time to recover before he was drawing out again, withdrawing slowly to once again thrust back in as quickly as he could. With each thrust back in, it felt like he was trying to fuck her straight through the mattress, and with each slow drag out again it was as if he wanted to make sure she was aware of every inch.
Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath and her hips rolled fitfully as she tried to no avail to keep up, until all she could do was go limp, gasping and panting as he fucked into her. Heat was coiling in her belly, slow and steady at first and then building very quickly, as if she was going to burst into flames the longer he went on.
Her hips jerked erratically and her mouth fell open on a loud, wanton moan as she came, her back arching away from the bed so sharply that it seemed like it might snap in two. There was no reprieve, though, as he kept pounding into her, each thrust shifting her along the mattress, bit by bit. Soon enough, even as she shivered with over-stimulation, she was moaning again, her hips rolling weakly.
By the time Zeke groaned and slammed in a few more times, each thrust less consistent than the last as he came, there was heat building in Charlie’s belly again. She huffed out a quiet, disappointed, “Oh,” as Zeke slowed to a halt and withdrew, but her disappointment was short-lived. Almost as soon as his cock was out of her, it was replaced by three of his fingers, pressing in deep and insistently. He worked his wrist like a piston, fingers fucking into her with almost as much force as his cock had, while he rubbed her clit between his thumb and forefinger with his other hand.
It didn’t take long before her toes were curling and her back was arching again, and she nearly sobbed as she came for a third time that night. She went limp against the bed, her chest heaving. But evidently, Zeke wasn’t yet satisfied, as his fingers continued working into her with the same speed, and he continued rubbing her clit. She was practically twitching with over-stimulation and she could hardly summon the energy to even gasp anymore, but she managed to roll her hips weakly to meet his hand, grinding herself down on his fingers as they continued slamming into her.
It wasn’t long before she was approaching that precipice yet again, when Zeke stopped thrusting, his fingers stilling for a moment even as he continued to massage her clit. And then he crooked his fingers inside her, pressing the tips of all three to just the right spot and pressing against it as he rubbed.
Charlie’s mouth dropped open as she sighed out a quiet, gasping moan, and her eyes closed slowly. At last, once she was utterly spent, he pulled his fingers out of her and scrubbed them off on the blanket.
As if she had touched a livewire, everything felt like white noise after that, as if her nerves had turned into television static. She panted weakly, and try as she might to open her eyes again, it happened only with the greatest reluctance. As Zeke shuffled away from her, towards the head of the bed, Charlie’s legs fell down to the bed once again, and she was quite content to just… not move. At all. She wasn’t sure if she could move, actually, and it wasn’t something she wanted to experiment with.
Charlie sprawled bonelessly on the mattress, only moving when large hands wrapped around her middle to pull her closer to a broad chest, moving her as easily as if she weighed nothing. Maybe there was supposed to be some sort of post-coital conversation, but she couldn’t think of anything particularly insightful just then, and it sounded like Zeke was already dozing off behind her. She was perfectly okay with that turn of events, all things considered. Her brain was a bit too rattled for any sort of warm and fuzzy chitchat just then.
Zeke was warm. Charlie had noticed it before, but it was even more apparent when she was bodily pressed up against him. He was like a large, human-shaped furnace, and he only got even more furnace-like when he slung an arm around her middle and pulled her closer.
She didn’t have any objections, though. Sleeping without a blanket or a sheet, especially when she was buck ass nude was a little strange, but it wasn’t as if she needed a blanket for anything just then, it wasn’t as if there was any risk to her privacy or modesty, and she couldn’t say she was uncomfortable. It was definitely something she could get used to.
Granted, it had all happened a lot sooner than she expected it to. Not that she wanted to be puritanical about it; she wasn’t consciously waiting for the wedding or anything
like that. She had just expected it to be… slower. More complicated. And to involve fewer Ferris wheels and less junk food.
She wasn’t going to complain, though. She had nothing to complain about; it had been a fantastic evening, capped off with some fantastic sex, and as a person with reasonably simple needs, Charlie was content with that.
Slowly, she squirmed backwards, pressing herself flush to Zeke’s chest, and his grip on her tightened to accommodate the shift unconsciously.
Yeah, it was definitely something she could get used to. If an apex predator wanted to devote himself to keeping her safe and happy, then she was more than okay with that.
With his chest warm against her back and his breathing already deep and steady, it didn’t take long before she felt her eyelids getting heavy. Slowly, her eyes drifted closed.
(Wasn’t she supposed to be hugging the teddy bear, though? It felt a bit backwards. But backwards was good. She could live with backwards.)
*
To be frank, it was one of the best nights of sleep Charlie had managed to have in weeks. Possibly even months. She woke up slowly when sunlight spilled across her face, to find herself alone in bed. She was slightly sore, but it was a pleasant sort of soreness. The type of soreness that mostly just reminded her of what she had been up to the night before.
