I closed the door as softly as I could before turning to her and yanking her shirt over her head.
"We can't wake my mother," she whispered frantically as my lips closed around her pert little nipple. That breathless gasp only got me going even harder.
"Then you'll have to be quiet," I told her, nipping that tight little bead before drawing it up into my mouth. When her breath quickened, I slid my fingers down and growled to feel that her panties were already soaked through. It was the quick work of a second to have her pants puddled on the floor where I kicked them out of the way impatiently.
"I wish," she groaned, arching against my hand. "I wish we could turn on the light." I felt her fingers brush against my face as if she were trying to memorize my features via touch. "I liked seeing you."
"I liked seeing you too," I told her truthfully, then grabbed her hand and moved it down. She deftly undid my belt, letting my pants fall over my hips. When her little fingers closed around my cock, I swear I felt her body heat up underneath me. "But then again, I'll fuck you any way you'll have me, sweet thing." Backing her towards the bed, I kissed a line down between her breasts, stopping for a moment in my downward travel to swirl my tongue along the outside of her pretty little navel. She fell back with a gasp, making the springs squeak. "Don't worry," I promised, taking a quick detour over to the side to press my lips to the place where her stretch marks were. "I've already memorized your body. So even if I can't ever watch your face as you come again, I'll still feel it."
As I said that, my tongue found her clit. I heard her scream stifled way back in her throat and then she thrashed over to the side, burying her face in the pillow by the sound of it. The taste of her, that honeyed sweetness, was something I would never tiring of having on my tongue.
Never.
"Jameson," she choked out in a strangled whisper. "Can you be quiet if we..."
"If I fuck you?" I hissed. "I make no promises, sweet thing."
"You can't wake her up."
"She knows you're a grown woman, right?" I teased, flicking my tongue inside of her and drawing out a low moan.
"Of course," she hissed, rising up off the mattress to meet my greedy tongue. "She knows. But she doesn't sleep well. Insomnia's a side effect of the meds she's on and..."
She trailed off into a stifled groan, but her words still echoed, banging around in my head.
For a moment I felt like a complete shithead. Her relationship with her mother, that strange mix of love and obligation was something entirely foreign to me so I had assumed that she was just afraid of her mom catching us when she insisted we be quiet. But it wasn't fear I'd heard just now. It was care. Concern. A deep and abiding respect for the woman who raised her and whose roof she still lived under, sharing in the raising of her son. It was something I couldn't understand, but I could....
Was it envy? That wasn't the right word. It was that same sort of nostalgia for something I'd never had. I'd been having it since the moment I'd met her. I'd felt it acutely when I stood there in the doorway and watched her settle her son to sleep.
How could I want something so badly when I'd never even been aware it existed until just now?
I kissed her calf and then pushed myself up on my knees to press myself against her. The need for her, as overwhelming as it always was, was different all of a sudden. I didn't just need to be inside her. I needed to be with her. I needed to be joined.
I needed to be a part of her life and if I couldn't be that then I was going to join us for as long as I possibly could.
"Slow, sweet thing," I murmured as I slipped inside of her. Her heat was overwhelming and it was all I could do to hold back once I'd sunk in all the way. "You want me to be quiet? This is the only way. If I fuck you slow and deep, like this."
She shuddered underneath me and I could hear her agonized breaths. I was agonized too. The need to drive myself into her as hard and as fast as I could, that instinct to possess her completely still hovered, poised just outside the limits of my self-control and waiting for me to slip up and start fucking her the way I wanted to.
"Jesus," she whispered, then her breath caught in a stifled yelp. I felt her thrash again, delighting in the way her pussy clenched against me, trying like hell to draw me in faster and harder. "Please..."
"Please what?"
"Oh god, please fuck me harder, I can't..."
"You want me to be quiet, sweet girl. Fucking you like this, ah..." I felt my throat catch, that coil of fire starting to snake in my belly. "Jesus, you're too good, Charlie..." I fell forward, burying my face in the pillow, my lips against her ear. "Come for me, sweet thing," I begged. "Come around my cock right now because I'm going to start yelling if you don't."
"I just, fuck!" she hissed, and then her voice caught in something very much like a sob. The feel of her lips nibbling and then biting down on my shoulder, her teeth sinking in so hard I thought she might break the skin but I welcomed the sharp sting because there was no way anything in the world could feel as good as I was feeling right now, it had to be fucking criminal. It had to be a sin.
"Fuck!" she shrieked and then gasped at how loud she was, thrashing and then I heard her teeth squeak against the fabric of the pillowcase just as her pussy throbbed around me.
"Oh shit," I breathed, awestruck at how I could just feel her shattering all around me, the sharp gasping breaths as she arched into me and I clung harder, squeezing her against me as I came harder than I'd ever come in my entire fucking life.