Every One Of Me

by Jessica Wilde

  I thought he was going to come back up my body and kiss me the way he had before, but he just settled back down between my thighs.

  "Again."

  Again? My body could barely move, how the hell was I supposed to do that again? How did it even happen? "Charlie, I don't think--"

  "I do. One more time, and then you'll be ready for me."

  My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he renewed his ministrations on my body. He knew exactly how to touch me and would probably ever be the only one that knew.

  The pressure built quickly as he pressed a second finger inside me, stroking me and finding a spot inside that made me forget who I was. He licked and kissed and groaned against me, his warm breath sending sparks up my spine. I was close again.

  "There you are, I can feel how close you are. Let it happen, baby. Let me feel you clench around my fingers. Come for me, Tess."

  I wouldn't have been able to stop it if I wanted to. My body detonated around him as I cried out, making him groan. Before I could recover, he was on top of me, kissing my neck and rubbing his body over mine. His lips found mine at the same time his thick erection found my entrance. He gave a small thrust and was barely inside of me, stretching me. It wasn't uncomfortable, but I wanted him deeper. I tried to lift my hips, but he steadied me.

  "Slowly, sweetheart."

  His fingers moved back to that wonderful, sensitive bud and massaged with his thumb in slow circles, making me melt and open wider for him. He pressed in a little further and paused again, waiting for me to stretch around him. His thumb never stopped and I quickly found the precipice once again.

  "Oh, God, Charlie!" I cried as my body tightened.

  "Again."

  I came at his command and he thrust to the hilt. There was barely a moment of pain, a pinch that registered in the back of my mind as he broke through my virginity, then absolute fullness, but the pleasure overpowered everything else.

  He was watching me, holding perfectly still as he filled me and his face was rapturous. He kissed my shoulder and I wrapped my arms around his neck. "You okay?"

  I smiled and trembled against him, "Yes."

  "Good, because you feel so damn good, I don't think I will survive if we stop."

  "Please, don't stop," I said and lifted my hips, making him hiss a curse and grind against me in return. He started to pull back and I whimpered at the loss, but it was short lived. Just when I thought he would leave me, he slowly thrust back in, hitting a deep part of me that had waited forever for him. He didn't pause again, he repeated the movement, making me roll my eyes back and sending fire to my veins.

  "Open them, love. Open your eyes," he whispered.

  When I did, he quickened his thrusts, but held me close, smoothing a hand down over the side of my breast and under me to lift my hips up, finding that same spot from before. I felt the pressure once more, the build up that would probably push me into unconsciousness, but I didn't care about that. I wanted it, reached for it and once again, found it. With a roar, he faltered and his final thrusts were untamed until he stiffened against me and spilled himself inside me whispering my name tenderly.

  When he collapsed against me, he murmured words of love, over and over, and buried his face in my neck while we waited for our hearts to slow down.

  "Amazing," I muttered and pulled his face to mine to cover him with kisses.

  He smiled and did the same until our lips found each other, ending in a tender and emotional kiss that made me dizzy with happiness. "Phenomenal," he breathed.

  We kissed and caressed, both sated and spent. After a while, he moved off of me, pulling me with him and holding me in his arms as I rested my head in the nook of his shoulder and stretched my arm across his stomach. His fingers lightly moved across the skin of my arm, back and forth, forcing my eyes to close from the pleasure of it.

  I was right about the unconsciousness and I gladly went.

  Chapter 17

  Charlie

  I held Tess for hours, dozing in and out, but wanting to watch her sleep in my arms more than anything else. She looked so peaceful when she slept. It used to be my favorite time to watch her, but now? When she came, I knew there wasn't anything in this world that was more beautiful than that. She didn't hold anything back and she didn't have to with me. I had never felt the pressing need to give all of myself to someone until tonight. She had all of me now and I had no plans to take any of that back.

  She loved me.

  God, when she said it to me, I thought I would die from the joy of it.

  I swept my fingers through her hair and listened to her breathing. The throb in my face and at my side was very noticeable now, but there was no way I was going to move from that spot. I turned to look at the clock on the nightstand, 5:00 AM. Still pretty early. I had to remind myself that Tess had been travelling most of the day before and hadn't stopped until I had thoroughly loved her and she finally drifted off to sleep.

  Hundreds of questions kept running through my mind. Where do we go from here? Can I ask her to come move in with me or is it too soon? What is she thinking now?

  I know I sounded like a girl, but these were questions I needed answers to so I didn't screw anything up. I had waited fifteen years, no way was I going to mess it up now.

  Tess stirred in my arms and my fingers froze in her hair. Her eyes flickered open and she laid still for several long seconds seeming to take everything in. Her head was now on my chest and her arm was still wrapped around my stomach. She slowly lifted her head and looked up at me.

  "Hi."

  "Hi," she replied and if I loved her voice before, the just woke up, scratchy version was sexy beyond all reason. She lifted up and tried to move off of me, "Sorry. I'm kind of smothering you."

  I pulled her back against me and held her tight, "I liked it."

  She chuckled and relaxed against me while I resumed playing with her hair. She rang her fingers over my chest, back and forth, exploring the dusting of hair I had there and it tickled like crazy, but I didn't want her to stop so I bit the inside of my cheek to distract myself.

  "Thank you, for last night," she whispered.

  I sat up and put my back against the headboard, bringing her with me. "Why would you thank me for something I have wanted to do for years?"

  She smiled and faced me, our noses a mere inch apart, looking in my eyes and finding something there that she apparently hadn't seen before by the look on her face. "When did you know that you loved me?"

  "I told you that already, didn't I? That night at your mom's?"

  She nodded. "But tell me again, everything. Please?"

  I kissed the tip of her nose and moved her to straddle my lap. She wrapped her hands around the back of my neck and pressed close to my chest. I had been hard when I woke up, and her sitting like that only made it worse. Or better, I guess. "Fourth grade, my first day of school as the new kid, first recess of the day. You were playing hopscotch and wearing your multicolored scarf that I swear was brighter than the sun. I couldn't take my eyes off of you. Your hair was braided and bounced up and down… you were beautiful."

  She was smiling so wide, my heart nearly leapt out of my chest. "I never saw you until later that year. You were walking toward me during recess and I was so excited, but then something happened and I never got to talk to you. What was it?"

  "Amanda. She came running from the playground shouting about how your brother had beat up Michael Stower for spitting on the girls. I remember thinking that I needed to meet him before he beat me up," I laughed.

  "But, you never talked to me after that. Not until Michael…"

  "I was too shy. I never got the chance to do it and every time I did, someone else would get your attention and I was too embarrassed to do anything about it, until Michael dumped the sand on you. I had been watching you play and saw him coming toward you. I didn't get there fast enough, but I think I took care of things, don't you?"

  She laughed, a full belly laugh that made me smile and w
ant to ravish her all over again. "Yeah you did. After that, we were inseparable. You were always there for me and I knew that we would be friends for a long time."

  She kissed me quickly and ran her fingers through my hair, making my eyes roll back and a moan slip from my lips. She giggled and ran her fingers over my face, studying me as if she had been wanting to for so long, but never got the chance.

  "And you? When did you know, love?"

  She blushed, but didn't look away, "It might have been that day you saved me, but when I think back, I think I really knew I was in love with you our first day of 6th grade. We were in homeroom and I was assigned to sit next to Jimmy Marshall. I always hated him, but since we had the same last name, I was stuck next to him all the time. You were on the other side of him and when you saw how mad I was, you begged the teacher to switch the two of you so I wouldn't have to sit by him. He was always pulling my hair and drawing on my clothes or tipping over my pencil box. You agreed to stay after school every day for a month and help the teacher clean up the room in order for her to switch you."

  She sighed at the memory and seemed like she was looking off in the distance, like she was seeing it all again. "I knew I loved you then. You were always saving me or doing things to make life easier for me. I think that's why Trevor liked you so much and why Mom never had a problem with just the two of us always hanging out. They knew I was safe with you."

  I pulled her toward me and kissed her tenderly. All those years of wondering. All the years of being scared to say anything to her about how I felt because I was afraid I would lose her friendship. "Guess we both should have said something, huh? Seems like we could have saved ourselves a lot of heartache."

  She shook her head, "No, I think things would have turned out a lot worse. We might have broken up and torn our friendship apart, who knows? I can't beat myself up about it anymore because I can't change it."

  "You are right," I muttered and pulled her close again, this time kissing her hard and long until she was breathless and flushed. "I'm not going to waste anymore time, though." I moved my hand between her legs, finding her already wet. She gasped and kissed me, hungrily. When I pressed a finger inside of her, her hips rolled forward, trying to pull me in deeper. I couldn't wait any longer. I grabbed her hips and positioned her above me. She held onto my shoulders and sank down over me, wrapping me up in her tight sheath. She was heaven.

  We moved together perfectly and when I bent to take her breast in my mouth, she threw her head back and moaned. She was close and I could feel her muscles tightening around me. She just needed a little push.

  I moved my hand between us and massaged that small bundle of nerves that would send her over the edge. She started riding me harder and faster, throwing away all her reservations. I smiled at the revelation that Tess was even more wild and passionate than I gave her credit for.

  I sucked her nipple into my mouth harder and quickened the motion of my fingers.

  "Yes, Charlie. Oh, God…"

  She came violently and her muscles tightened in waves, pulling my own orgasm out of me as I slammed my hips up against her. "Tess," I cried as I filled her up, pumping into her slowly as the pleasure took me.

  Heaven.

  ***

  Later that morning, Trevor and Benny showed up and forced us to go out. I was perfectly fine staying in bed all day with Tess, but apparently she needed some clothes if she was going to stay with me until Sunday. I thoroughly disagreed, but we went shopping anyway.

  Tess was reluctant to let me buy her things, but I wouldn't take no for an answer and with Benny on my side, she had no way of putting up a fight. I did agree to only get her enough for her stay in New York, which consisted of a couple pairs of pants, some shirts that Benny said were an absolute necessity, a little black dress to go out to a fancy dinner that night, and two pairs of shoes. Tess was furious and Benny kept throwing clothes over the door of the dressing room and forcing her to try them on. I loved spoiling her.

  At one point, Benny asked for my credit card so she could take Tess to get something 'extra special'. I had no clue what it could be, but by the look on her face, I knew I would like it so I handed the card over and they said they would meet up with us at the hotel later on. Trevor and I hauled the shopping bags with us.

  He was quiet as we made our way back to the hotel. I had no idea what to say to him either. I had just been with his sister and the situation was awkward to say the least, so I decided to ask him about Benny.

  "So, how long did you guys stay out last night? Benny seems like the all-nighter type."

  He smirked and pulled off his sunglasses, "Yeah, she is. We didn't get back until 4 this morning and what do you know? My sister wasn't in her room when we got there so instead of going back to the suite and finding out that you two had… ugh!... I just stayed in the other bed in their room."

  "I figured you would."

  "Yeah, well, I had some good company, I guess."

  I raised my eyebrows in question, "Did you two…?"

  "No! No, man, I'm not a cheater, you know that. We just talked and fell asleep. I was exhausted and she had been dancing all night, so she fell asleep pretty quick."

  "She seems like a good catch." We made it to the hotel and I opened the door for him.

  He frowned and put his sunglasses back on, covering up what he was really thinking, and looking ridiculous because we were now inside. "Yeah, I guess she is. But I have Ellie, so…"

  Yep. He has Ellie. What a shame. Looked like Tess and I would have to find a way to make him see things a little clearer.

  "Don't hurt her, okay, man?" Trevor mumbled as we stepped onto the empty elevator. He still had his shades on and was looking down at his feet with his hands in his pockets.

  "I won't. You know how long I've waited for her, Trevor. I'm not about to screw things up now. Not when I finally got her back."

  "I know. I just worry… you know? About her and what she is going to have to live with for the rest of her life. I worry about you, too. She isn't going to hesitate to leave again if she thinks she should. And she's a worrier, it won't be easy to make her see that you are in it for the long haul. She's stubborn."

  That she is.

  "I won't give up, Trev. We got her back and none of us are going to let her go." I slapped him on the back and he finally took his sunglasses off, folding them and putting them in the pocket of his shirt.

  "Right," he replied weakly.

  We were silent as we made our way to the suite and I had a feeling he was going to bring something up that wouldn't be so pleasant. I was right.

  "What happened between you two the last time you saw her… before she left?"

  I closed my eyes and sat on the couch while I thought back to that day. The day I screwed up. "We were getting some of her stuff ready for college. She had told me about some things that happened over the summer, things she couldn't remember, people telling her she was a liar. She was upset. I couldn't ever stand to see her upset, you know that."

  He nodded, "Me either."

  "She was worried about having problems in college. Worried about blacking out. Worried that it had happened more often than she thought. She was afraid that her anxiety about college would cause problems. I told her that I was worried about it, too, and your mom. She had no idea that we knew what was going on. I tried to convince her that we were all there for her and wanted to help her, but she was convinced that she had been screwing up everyone's lives. I guess I don't blame her after I told her how concerned we all had been. She said she was a burden to me and her family and she took off before I could argue with her about it. I thought she was just going to blow off some steam, then come back so I went home. I never should have gone home without seeing her first."

  "It's not your fault, Charlie. None of us should have kept it from her, we should have talked to her about it long before..."

  "Yeah, but still. I shouldn't have made her feel so guilty about it."

  "I never thoug
ht she would ever take off like that. Not in a million years. We had no way of knowing she was capable of that."

  I sighed and stood to pace the room. We both silently agreed that the conversation was over and I was grateful. I felt responsible for her guilt. I never should have let her believe she was a burden. I would make up for it for the rest of my life.

  We hung out in the suite for an hour before the girls came back. Tess was only carrying her purse and so was Benny. She handed me my credit card with a wink and turned to talk to Trevor about where we should all go eat tonight.

  Tess hurried over to the bags of clothes and pulled out the shoes that I bought to go with her dress and went straight into the extra bedroom after giving me a shy smile. I started to follow after her, but Benny ran to block the door with a scowl on her face.

  "Now, Charlie. You are not allowed in this room until she is finished getting ready. She is going to take a shower first while I go get ready, then I'm coming back to help her so give me a room key."

  She held her hand out and tapped her foot, waiting impatiently for me to hand over the key. I just stood there with my eyes narrowed while Trevor's jaw was on the floor with his eyes on Benny.

  "I thought you were on my side," I whined and dropped the key card into her waiting hand.

  "I am, silly. I just know the power of anticipation." She started to walk out of the suite, but poked her head around and said, "Trust me, Charlie. It will be worth the wait. You go and get ready to go, too."

  Then she was gone.

  Trevor was staring at the door she had just walked through and I was staring at the door to that damn extra bedroom where Tess was probably in the shower right then all beautiful and naked. Another fantasy of mine popped into my head and I squeezed my eyes shut tightly and groaned.

  "I'm gonna go shower, Trev," I mumbled as I started towards my bedroom.

  "What? Why now?" he asked incredulously. We still had a couple hours before we were going out.

  I had no intention of telling him that I was going to go shower in the coldest fucking water I could get to come out of that shower. He was my friend, but he was still her brother. I just waved my hand dismissively and hurried through the door leaving him grumbling while he plopped down on the couch and turned on the TV.