So much for being a gentleman, he thought. Charlie did that to him. Gave him uncontrollable urges. Always had. Probably always will.
He wiped and put himself back together. After a few minutes, Charlie came back, half-naked, debauched, disheveled, and sexy as hell. His cock revived quickly.
“Tell me why you’re looking at me like I’m a seven-course dinner.”
He grinned. “Sorry. I blame you.”
“Me?” she asked putting her clothes back on.
“I told you, I can’t keep my hands off you,” he said low in her ear from behind her. His hands clasping her curvy hips made him want to strip those jeans right off her.
She turned in his arms. “Well, mister. I’ve worked up an appetite, so it would be best if you fed me,” she smirked.
“Agreed. How about I order some Chinese take-out?”
“Great. The menu should be in that top drawer, left of the fridge.”
The food arrived several minutes later, and Blake had already opened the wine and poured two glasses. They devoured most everything in front of them. He loved that Charlie had a great appetite.
She glanced down at her watch. “Perfect timing,” she announced.
“For what?”
She sprang up and trashed the empty cartons, and replied, “For my favorite show.”
Okay, that piqued his interest.
She turned on some cable cop show, grabbed her wine, and called him over. “You’ll like it.”
He sat for a while trying to get a line on who the characters were. She seemed amused when he asked a question.
“Do you not watch TV in Chicago, Blake?”
He faced her. “Not really. I’m usually on the computer.”
“Are you always working on the computer?”
“Mostly, but sometimes I play games.”
“I see. Is that it?”
He tilted his head. “Do you mean, am I looking at porn?”
Her head spun his way, her eyes wide. “No! Oh God. No. I meant do you do anything else for de-stressing? What do you do for fun?”
He couldn’t help by smile at her reaction. “I do fun things. But now that you bring it up . . . I could take pictures of you, for when I go back.” He tended closer and whispered in her ear. “You could be my porn.”
Her shiver did not go unnoticed. She liked the idea.
“You’re crazy. Now shut up so I can watch.”
He reached for her hand and placed it over his rising erection. She looked his way again, her mouth gaped slightly.
“You’re recording this show. Let’s watch it later. I’ve got some other ideas right now.”
She bit her lower lip but didn’t stop him.
He shifted on the sofa, hit the mute button, and reached for his phone. He quickly snapped a picture of her with that sexy red sweater.
“Hey! I wasn’t smiling.”
She grinned so he snapped some more.
“Now lie back,” he told her.
As she scooted, looking a bit apprehensive, he silenced his phone so he could snap as much as he wanted without her feeling self-conscious by the noise.
He propped his arms on the sofa, positioning himself over her. He kissed her gently, and whispered, “Charlie, I won’t take any pictures you don’t want. And I won’t do anything with them. This is between you and me.”
They’d taken many pictures of one another before, but none of them had been like what he had planned.
She bit her lip again.
“Do you trust me?”
She nodded and a small smile fell on her lips.
He would work slowly. Not because he wanted pictures, but because he wanted Charlie to savor everything he did to her.
After getting one photo of her lying down, he raised her sweater to reveal her flat stomach. He kissed her there and dipped his tongue into her navel. Phone in one hand, his thumb hovered over the picture button and snapped shots indiscriminately. He didn’t know what he was shooting, but that wasn’t his goal. Getting inside of Charlie, making her cry with pleasure, that was his ultimate goal.
The pictures would just be memories. Reminders of this time together when he was home alone in Chicago and wanted to think of her again.
He rested the phone on her stomach and raised her sweater up. “Arms up.”
She lifted her hands and rested them on the armrest above her head. With two hands he pushed her sweater up and left it, holding her wrists in place.
He held his phone again and snapped. He closed in on her mouth, not quite kissing her. Her chin lifted as she stretched for the contact. He teased her with the swipe of his tongue. The shutter button depressed. Finally, he covered her mouth with his, claiming her. Her tongue moved with his. He loved hearing her moans.
He slowly pulled away, and she reached her head again for him. He trailed kisses down her neck, her chest, toward her nipples poking against her bra.
Her arms moved.
“Uh-uh.”
“Let me touch you.”
He smiled and gave her a head shake. “Not yet.”
He went back to his task and soon her bra showed wet spots where his mouth had been. He blew, causing her to jerk at the cool sensation.
“Are you wet yet, Charlie?”
He didn’t wait for a response. With his free hand, he worked her jeans’ button and zipper, capturing his movements on camera. He managed to wiggle her jeans over her hips when she lifted, and he dragged them to her knees.
Her matching bra and panties would show well on the camera.
“Your body is gorgeous, Charlie.”
With just his fingertips, he smoothed over her sex. He watched her reaction. Her lips were parted and her dark eyes filled with longing, waiting for him to take it farther.
He slipped a finger under her satin thong to find her incredibly slick. His cock grew to its maximum as he thought about pressing into her warm, wet channel. He dipped a finger in and stroked her slowly. Her back bowed off the sofa. His balls ached now.
“Ready for some more, baby?”
She nodded, perhaps too turned on to speak.
He lifted his finger to her mouth, smoothed her wetness on her bottom lip, then leaned forward to lick it off.
“You taste good.”
His anticipation rose, but he needed to keep control. Drawing this out for Charlie’s pleasure meant more than a quick lay. No matter how turned on he was.
He slid his hand under her torso and unhooked her bra. Carefully, gauging her reaction, he lifted her bra to rest on her wrists with her sweater.
“Beautiful,” he murmured as his fingers stroked over her full breasts and nipples. He tweaked a nipple with his thumb and forefinger. She gasped and arched her back. That would be an amazing shot.
He laved on her breasts, sucked and toyed with her nipples until they were hard as stones. He had to keep moving, eager to taste her before he slid deep inside.
He stood and grabbed the hem of her jeans and threw them aside. His fingers glossed up one leg to her warm core. Her legs widened. Gently, he played with her thong, slipping a finger under and grazing her hard nub. She felt like a dream. He would have her looking like a dream on his camera too. It would be so good, she would love them.
Gently, slowly, he shifted her panties to the side, revealing her swollen pink lips. He snapped more.
“Blake,” he heard her whisper.
“Do you want me to stop?” Had he gone too far?
To his surprise, she shook her head. “I need to come.”
The corners of his lips rose. “You will. I promise. Very soon.”
He refocused on smoothing the moisture around, caressing her. The whole area glistened. He lowered his mouth, tonguing her clit and slit, delighting in her deep moan.
He paused long enough to say, “I will buy you new panties, Charlie,” and reached underneath to the narrowest part and snapped the fabric in two. He moved the strip up, fully revealing her sex. Beautiful.
He kissed and gently sucked her clit pushing from her pump folds. He knew she was close to coming, and he wanted to be right there with her.
Raising his torso upright, he undid his shirt and jeans with one hand. “Legs wider, baby.”
She did as he bid.
He slid one finger inside her. Her eyes fluttered shut. Then he pushed in a second finger, and she moaned long and loud.
He took his cock out and slowly drew the tip through her wetness.
She lifted her hips to meet him. He unhurriedly slid into her and almost forgot to capture the joining. He could have sworn he died and gone to heaven.
“Oh God, Blake.”
“Tell me, baby.”
“You feel so good. So good. It’s never been like this,” she panted.
“I know, baby.”
He pumped into her as he leaned forward to seize her mouth. He snapped anything and everything blind. Her legs hooked high around his waist. He leveraged his arm against the sofa, arched his back and rhythmically pumped deeper and deeper into her her. Charlie’s moans grew louder in his mouth. When he felt her muscles pull on his cock, he knew she was coming. He released the kiss and pushed back to capture her face as she came. She was fucking beautiful.
He released his own climax, dropped the phone on the carpet, and rested on her. She flung the sweater and bra off her hands and swung her arms around his neck, breathing heavily.
They lay in their embrace for several moments before she muttered, “Those should be some interesting photographs.”
He chuckled into her neck. “Yes. Unfortunately, nothing you can use for marketing.”
She laughed, and it was like music to his ears. “You got that right.”
Feeling calmer, he rose his head to look at her and asked, “Can I spend the night, Charlie?”
Her eyes twinkled. “Sure, but don’t you have to get back to your grandma?”
He shook his head. I think she has her friend looking out for her.”
Right then, no better offer could be made. She wanted Blake in her bed. Feel his heat next to her all night. Wake with him by her side in the morning.
They cleaned up, slipped on some t-shirts and sweats, and lounged on the newly christened sofa to finish watching her cop show. She thought back to the amazing sex they had on her sofa. A sofa she would keep forever. Even when the thing got old and tattered, she’d keep it someplace else, in another room.
What they shared, she’d never forget. He wanted only to make her feel good, feel cherished. The connection they had was immensely powerful. So powerful it could cause her to cry if she let it. He was the love of her life. Even as they moved on with their lives, perhaps getting married to other people, her soul would belong to him and his to her.
She sighed and pulled his arm closer across her front. She would miss him when he left—his smell, his touch, the way he’d make her laugh.
Her heart would be ripped to shreds, but she’d never forget—they were one.