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Charlie
What were we but two lonely people who had bared their souls to each other and found companionship?
When I looked at Dante, when I recalled his touch on my thigh in my dream. I didn’t feel like a captive, or a secretary, or a woman with no friends and family. I didn’t feel as if I was anyone but myself; an alive, stronger, more passionate version. Lust pulsed through my veins, animalistic and utterly uncontrollable.
When Dante held my hand and nodded in the direction of his bedroom, I didn’t resist.
I did more than refuse to resist. I went along gladly, my feet tangling up in each other from pure excitement. My heart beat so fast that everything else moved in slow motion in comparison. His pulse thrummed against my fingers. I knew he could feel mine just the same.
I looked around the room. The decor was almost spartan in comparison with the extravagant luxury found in the rest of the penthouse, simple shapes and designs, all illuminated by a large brass-and-wood light fixture in the high ceiling. One entire wall was taken up by windows. And a door, I realized, that lead out to a balcony.
Dante hit a button next to the light switch. A mechanical thrust echoed around the room. Curtains lowered over the huge window, blocking out the sight of what I feared so much.
“Better?” he asked.
I nodded. “Much.”
“Good.” He lowered his voice, his tone deepening almost to a growl. Shivers ran through me. I wanted so much to have him talk like that with his face against my neck, or between my legs. I ached for it. “I don’t want anything interrupting us.”
I licked my lips. His eyes locked onto my mouth. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
Dante stepped closer, pressing his big body against mine. An inch of empty air separated us, close enough for me to smell his cologne, the same cologne I’d taken to wearing.
Don’t think about before. Don’t think about after. Be here. Be now. Stay in the present.
I reached out for him and wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my body to his, as our chests, stomachs and hips lined up. “Thank you for dinner,” I whispered, tilting my head up and closing my eyes.
“Thank you for being you Charlie,” he said, his lips landing on mine.
I tasted the beer and the espresso and the caramel of our dessert on him, intermingled with the warm sweetness of his breath.
I clutched his shoulders and pushed for more of him, needing to taste him. His tongue slid against mine, warm and wet; I moaned and lifted my leg, wrapping it around the back of his and rubbing on him. My center burned for attention, my pussy tingling in barely suppressed anticipation.
Dante glided his hands down my back, caressing the shape of my body. He reached my ass, cupping my cheeks and massaging them. I arched my back and stuck my ass out, wriggling for him. He squeezed me, holding me hard with one hand while the other wandered around to my front.
Breathless, I put my feet firmly back on the floor and spread my legs. He cupped my pussy with his whole hand, pressing the heel of his palm against my greedy clit. Electricity sparked through me. I squirmed again, grinding on his hand. I gripped his shoulders, every inch of me straining to be closer.
“I want you,” I gasped. I could hardly hold still any longer, my body moving of its own accord. “God I want you so much,” I breathed.
He kissed me again, his mouth devouring mine, his tongue and lips dancing while I tried to keep up. My breasts were crushed against his chest, his rapid breathing rubbing his hard pecs on my perked nipples.
“Charlie. Charlie, Charlie, Charlie,” he repeated.
My name on his lips was like gasoline on a tanker fire. I crushed him to me, burying my hands in his hair as I had in my dream.
Dante backed me up in the direction of the bed. The backs of my thighs struck the mattress. My quivering legs shook and I gladly fell onto the bed.
He rolled nimbly on top of me, over me, beside me, rumpling the covers as he shrugged out of his suit jacket.
I tore at the buttons on his dress shirt, popping them and sending them scattering. His body was revealed to me in full for the first time and I drank in the sight. Every muscle on his abdomen was perfectly defined, rounded hillocks of male perfection. A thatch of dark, curly hair sprouted between his pecs and trailed down. I slid my fingers into his chest hair, and then followed the trail over his sculpted abs with one. The path went abruptly cold at the waistband of his suit pants. I tugged at his zipper, impatience rising inside me. “I’ve been wondering about what’s in here ever since I first saw you.”
“Have you?” Dante flashed a fierce grin. “The feeling is mutual sweet Charlie.
“Well here’s your chance,” I declared, pulling the black dress up and over my head in one fell swoop. I tossed it aside.
The bulge at the front of Dante’s pants swelled even larger. I touched his erection which was straining against the fabric of his underwear in an effort to break free.
Dante placed his hands on my shoulders and looked at me up and down, his eyes stroking me like a physical touch. His admiration of my body made me hot as hell. I slid one hand over my pussy, working my fingers against the panty gusset. The fabric was damp from my own wetness.
I shimmied out of them brazenly.
His green eyes were almost black as he continued to stare, cupping one of my breasts from underneath as I lifted my bra to give him a flash of nipple.
Dante rumbled, “If you that to stay in one piece, I suggest you take it off now,” he demanded.
“Your wish is my command,” I said, my voice hoarse. I slowly took my bra off, my eyes never leaving his. The hotness of his gaze and the coolness of the air in the room made my nipples stand at take-me peak perfection.
Dante inhaled on a sharp hiss as he fucked me with his eyes. His lips zeroed in on one turgid peak and it was my turn to inhale sharply. He sucked deeply.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, hooking my legs around his waist as his hot lips moved from one nipple to the other. He devoured my breasts, dancing hot kisses and almost-painful nibbles everywhere he could reach.
I moaned and arched my back, lightning bolts slicing into me. And where there were lightning, there was bound to be fire. My pussy was so hot, so wet – it was on fire for him. I grabbed at the back of his pants and shoved down. My fingers just barely managed to caress the cleft between his firm ass cheeks before he suddenly pulled away.
Bracing himself on his hands, he looked down at me. His curly hair was in disarray, his eyes dark and sexy-hazy.
“Charlie,” he growled. “Do you want me?”
“Yes!” I almost cried. “I’ve never wanted anyone more,” I confessed, not caring what this admission might cost me.
He reared up onto his knees again and undid his pants, shoving them down past his hips. His underwear followed, and his erection sprang free.
I gasped, like he had when he saw all of me. I’d seen the shape of him, but I hadn’t been able to comprehend how big and beautiful he was until right now. Unending inches of pure male assaulted my vision.
I held him in my hand, stroking him from the stern of his shaft right down to the swollen cherry tip. His member pulsed against my palm, twitching with pleasure.
A grunt of need escaped him. “Charlie,” he whispered, digging his hands deep into my hair and yanking my head to one side.
“Charlie,” he repeated again, his gaze searing me, almost begging me to understand what was about to happen.
Greedily, I wrapped my lips around his throbbing member. I felt the veins quiver as I slid my tongue up and down the length of him.
He pulled out. “Charlie,” he said, growling, his head thrown back as if he was in another world.
I enjoyed my power over him, and closed my hot mouth around him again, slowly working every inch of him inside its warmth.
His hand tightened its grip on the pallet of my hair in his hand as his hips moved slowly, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth.
I clasped tight, my lips forming a suction cup from which there was no escape.
“Dammit Charlie,” he said, his hips ceasing their movements.
I grabbed his throbbing staff, licking it from underneath, running my tongue along its length as he pulled away from me.
“Don’t run now baby,” I said, burying his member in the hot cave of my mouth again.
“No,” he growled, yanking my head back and covering my body with his.
He whispered in my ear. “I’m going to fuck you Charlie. I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. And after me, there will be no other,” he declared, holding my face between one hand as he looked into my eyes.
I recalled another time he’d said those words to me – in my dream. There will be no other after me Charlie. Ever.
Dreams do come true, I thought, as I shook my head yes.
I could see that he was fighting to regain control before he lowered his head and kissed the scar under my chin.
Control had been mine for a fleeting moment. But now, it was all his. His lips moved from my chin to the still-visible bruising on my neck, the indentation of my collarbone and down to my breasts.
“Never,” I breathed, as he slipped a finger inside my wetness. My hips bucked upward in unrestrained bliss.
“Relax baby. I got you,” he said, right before his tongue replaced his fingers.
“Oh God,” I croaked as his lips formed a seal at my entrance, his tongue jockeying with my clit. I grabbed handfuls of his hair, screaming my pleasure as spasm after spasm rocked me. “I’m coming. Oh my god I’m coming,” I cried, my pelvis trembling up and down as my whole body convulsed.
“That’s it Charlie baby,” he crooned as he continued to drink from me.
“Stop, please stop,” I begged as my body landed on the other side of an orgasm.
Dante kissed his way back up my body. “You taste as good as you look,” he said, looking down at me.
I turned my head, embarrassed by how quickly – and loudly – I’d come.
He placed his hands on either side of it and lowered his head to kiss me.
I kissed him back, rubbing my tongue on his, tasting myself on him.
He shifted his body over me, the head of his shaft stabbing gently at my wet center. I lifted my hips, urging him inside me.
He let the tip dip in, and then pulled out.
I groaned in protest. “Dante please.”
“Please what, Charlie?” he said, dipping into me again, and withdrawing yet again.
“Please,” I murmured.
“Please what?” he insisted.
“I want you,” I declared.
With a sigh, he pushed in, his hips moving forward as he went deeper.
A strangle of a cry escaped me.
He pulled out again.
“Dante please. Fuck me. Fuck me now!” I demanded, pulling him down to me and claiming his lips.
This was evidently the magic trick because he plunged into me, splitting me open with his girth. He held my hips and plunged into me again.
My body convulsed in shock and pain. His girth filled me, expanding my inner walls in ways they had never been stretched.
“Dante,” I gurgled.
“Don’t run from the cock now baby. You wanted it, it’s all yours,” he declared, holding my hips still as he plunged in again. A rivulet of sweat from his forehand landed just above my belly button.
My hands lodged in the center of his chest. I breathed hard.
“If you want me to stop, say so now Charlie, because there’s no turning back if you don’t,” he said, his large hands digging into my hipbones.
“No. I don’t want you to stop,” I said. I could feel the length of him pulsing in me, my pussy walls vibrating around him as they ached for more.
Dante groaned.
“Remember, you asked for this Charlie,” he said, grabbing my hip bones tighter. He positioned me and pulled out, then drilled me again, his hips writhing as his cock ground into me, pushing against my tightened muscles.
I let out a scream – from pleasure and pain.
“Charlie, my sweet Charlie,” he said, covering me as he slid inside me again.
I buried my face in his neck, licking the salt of his sweat as my hips lifted to meet each thrust.
“Fuck,” he gasped, his latest thrust landing against the back of my pussy, unable to go any deeper.
For a long, glorious moment that felt like an eternity, we held that position, locked together in the prison of our passion.
“Fuck me, Dante!” I moaned. “Oh God fuck me.” I gripped his back, digging my nails in as we mated.
Dante trembled and lifted his hips, sliding out of me. Then, he thrust back inside. His hips slapped mine. His cock pounded into me, rubbing over my G-spot. My body spasmed and my head tossed, my hips bucking against his. He thrust inside me again, harder than before, making my breasts bounce against his chest.
My clit was so swollen, and his cock felt so good pumping inside me. I clawed at his back and thrust at him, more whimpers and moans pulsing from between my lips.
Dante kept thrusting, fucking me, pounding me with abandon. I closed my eyes and let myself get lost in the sensations, the press of our bodies, the heat, the scent of sweat and sex and musk fighting for control.
My eyes were shut so tightly I saw colors in the darkness behind my eyelids.
Dante shifted his weight to one hand. The other, he thrust between us. He slid two fingers around my clit and started to work it, rubbing back and forth fast.
The fire that had been building inside me all this time burst out of control. My orgasm came as an inferno, claiming everything that made me who I was, reducing me to nothing but wavering heat.
Very distantly, I heard myself scream.
My orgasm peaked and then I collapsed onto my back, earthquake trembles shaking me from head to toe. My pussy was sensitive, contracting and squeezing around Dante’s shaft, which was still buried inside me. His heavy weight pinned my body, trapping me.
It was, for once, a good kind of trapped. I had no desire to escape. Every part of me was content; solidly, blissfully satisfied.
Dante shifted, pulling out of me and onto his side. His fingers danced over my naked hip and slid up my side.
I peeled my eyes open to look at him, unable to put into words what I felt. I’d had good sex, but I’d never had sex like this before.
“What?” I asked at his unwavering gaze.
“Nothing,” he said, his face serious.
“You ... you didn’t enjoy it?” I asked.
“I enjoyed it very much,” he said.
“That’s not what your face says,” I said, feeling vulnerable and hurt.
“Come here Charlie,” he said, pulling me to him. He laid my head on his chest. I could hear his heartbeat. “You are an amazing lover,” he said, stroking my hair. “Don’t ever doubt that.”
“Thank you,” I said for lack of anything else to say. I liked this version of him – dominant, yet kind. “I’m glad you liked it.”
He laughed, then went silent again.
“What’s on your mind Dante? I can feel that there’s something.”
“How do you feel about this?” he asked.
So many different emotions swirled through me. I was swept off my feet, tumbling away like a leaf in a hurricane, out of control and uncertain of my destination.
His bright green eyes hardened as he looked at the emotions playing out on my face. “I see,” he said.
“I didn’t even say anything!” I cried. “Dante, I don’t know how to answer.”
He sat up abruptly and untangled himself from me.
“Where are you going?” I asked, confused about the sudden mood change after such a beautiful experience.
“I have some paperwork to finish,” he said. “Feel free to shower.”
“Dante!” I pleaded, but he got dressed and left the room without saying another word.
I flopped onto my back and stared up at the ceiling, lost as to what the hell had just happened – how he’d gone from making passionate love to me, to shutting down altogether.
It occurred to me that everything else in this damn penthouse was like that. Over-exaggerated in one direction or the other. Minimalist or extravagant. No in-between – just like the man who lived here.
I flopped my arm across my face in frustration, willing the tears that wanted to fall back into their glands.
Dante’s absence was a physical pain. It hurt.
Why did things always have to be this way with me and men? What in my jack-shit DNA attracted losers at every turn?
That settled it. I was getting out of here – one way or the other. I had to; for my sanity.
For my heart.