“What are you thinking?” I ask.

“I’m trying not to think,” she counters and drags her hands down my back to my ass. “There will be time for that later, and this is too nice.”

“Agreed.” I glide my knuckles down her cheek. “I should go, but I’m going to be a selfish arse and say that I want to stay.”

She bites that lip again before smiling and wrapping one leg up over my hip, and damn if I don’t get hard again.

“Stay,” she whispers.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” She yawns and stretches under me, so I climb off of her, tuck us under the covers, and pull her against me. I haven’t wanted to stay with a woman since my divorce, and I shouldn’t stay now. But I don’t want to leave her. This feels too good.

“Let’s sleep for a bit, love.”

“I don’t know why I’m so tired,” she says and nuzzles my chest, then kisses my tattoo and I’m amazed how my feelings for her can go from white-hot lust to tender in under two minutes.

“We just had quite a workout.”

She smirks, but before long she’s breathing long and slow in slumber, and to my surprise, I feel my own eyes close and I drift to sleep right behind her.

***

It’s warm in here.

And someone is sucking on my rock-hard dick.

I come fully awake, blinking in the darkness. We must have slept for hours, because the room is dark and the full moon hangs high above the lake outside. Charly flung the covers off of both of us, and she’s currently sucking my cock like a champ.

Holy shit.

“Charly,” I murmur and rub her shoulders firmly, making her purr and sending vibrations through me that make me tingle.

And I’ve never been one to tingle.

It seems this is a night of firsts: first time I’ve slept with a client, first time to tingle, and certainly the first time to be pulled out of slumber by a blow job.

Her lips are firm, moving up and down, her hand working me as well. Suddenly she presses my cock to my stomach and licks down to my balls. I fling myself back to the bed, arch my back, and wonder what I did to deserve this.

To deserve her.

Because I’ll gladly do it again and again, every day, for the rest of my life if this is the bloody result.

Holy fuck, Charly Boudreaux can suck cock.

She licks me again, back up to the tip, and in the moonlight, I watch her hazel eyes peer up at me as she bares her teeth and skims them over the rim.

“Fucking hell,” I growl as she smiles and soothes the skin with her lips, then bites the shaft, gently, but with teeth all the same. “You like to get rough, don’t you love?”

“Sometimes,” she replies with a shrug, then sucks me all the way into her mouth, swallowing around the head and I can’t stand it anymore. I have to touch her. I grip her head in my hands, careful to not hold on too tightly, and pump my hips, fucking her mouth in the perfect rhythm to send me over the edge in about six-point-four seconds.

“Gonna come, Charly.”

“Mm,” she replies, but I slow down so I can pull out, conscious of not coming in her mouth. She grips my hips and resists, sucking even harder, and I can’t help it, I explode spectacularly, harder than before, and I didn’t think that was possible.

She gently kisses my spent cock, my hips, my lower stomach, then smiles up at me.

“What was that for?” I ask, still panting and feeling as though electricity is shooting through my entire body.

“I woke up, and you’re sexy, and—” She shrugs. “I just wanted to.”

“I’ll never complain about that,” I reply with a smile, throwing one arm over my head. “I’ll return the favor as soon as I catch my breath.”

“No need,” she replies and curls up next to me.

No need? Fuck that.

“Oh, there’s a need, sweetheart,” I reply and push her onto her back. I don’t kiss my way down her delectable body. Not yet. Instead, I brace myself above her and kiss her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, and then make my way to her neck.

“That’s one of my sweet spots,” she says with a sigh. I nibble her there, and smile when she giggles. When I lick her from collarbone to earlobe, she sighs and circles her hips involuntarily. Her small hands are on my arms, kneading them, clenching them. Her nails will leave crescent marks on the skin, and I don’t care.

I worry one nipple into a pebble, then kiss it, and before she can gasp, I flip her over, her stomach flat against the mattress and kiss her neck and shoulders.

“Oh God,” she says and clenches the sheet in her fist.

“Another sweet spot?” I ask before nibbling my way down her spine.

“So far, everywhere you’ve kissed me is a sweet spot,” she replies with a smile.

“Well, let’s find some more.” I drag my hands down her back to her hips. “Arch your ass up.”

She complies, and I spread her perfectly firm cheeks open and kiss her pussy, loving the way she smells. She arches back further, crying out, and my thumb finds her clit.

“I can’t do this,” she says.

“You can,” I reply calmly and bite her arse before returning to her core and sucking her lips into my mouth.

She comes apart beautifully, grinding herself against my face, mewling and moaning, and damn if she’s not the sexiest woman I’ve ever met in my life.

She’s gasping for breath and has gone limp.

“Can’t move,” she says.

“There’s no need to.” I kiss my way up her back and lie next to her, dragging my fingertips over her soft skin. “You have amazing skin.”




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