He could hardly stand it anymore, plunging his tongue deep in her mouth, doing to her mouth what he wanted to be doing to her body already. He heard her boots drop, and he knew she’d kicked them off. She wanted it as much as he did.
While his fingers toyed with her soft, wet, pulsating folds, his other hand began to pull her leggings down. Charlee lifted her behind and helped him pulling her leggings along with her pink lacy panties down her legs. Hector had to move his hand away from her sweet wetness to pull everything completely off. He didn’t think his heart could beat any harder until he looked down and saw her lying there completely naked now. Even though he’d just kissed and tasted many parts of her body, seeing her lying there like that, her freckles adorning every crevice of her delicately powdery white body, took his breath away.
As his eyes moved down her slowly, he froze, staring between her legs. He couldn’t move his eyes away from the very neatly trimmed almost see-through perfectly heart-shaped patch of red hair. Finally he looked up at her. She lifted herself on her elbows and watched him now, her face slightly tinged with color. “You did that?”
She nodded that timid smile, relieving a tension he didn’t even realize had built. “Last night.”
Glancing back to it because he had to look at it again, he smiled now. “For me? But how’d you know . . .” He reached down to touch it, caressing the soft hair with his fingers.
“I didn’t,” she whispered, her breath catching at his touch. “It just felt good having a little secret all day and knowing if by chance we did get this far you might like it.”
“I do,” he said, slipping his finger down past the heart-shaped patch now and into her moist slit.
She gasped, spreading her legs, letting her head fall back. With his other hand, he began undoing his zipper, his body taut and ready for what was about to happen. Pulling the condom out of his wallet and ripping the package with his teeth, he sunk his finger in her, surprised at just how ready she was. As he slipped the condom on with one hand, he slipped another finger into her, keeping his eyes on her face, waiting for any signs of pain or discomfort. Charlee squirmed, arching her back as he rubbed his thumb exactly where he knew he’d make her moan. Bringing his leg over her body, he spread her beneath him.
Charlee lifted her hips. “Do it,” her whispered pleas drove him insane. “I want you in me now.”
He brought his arms down either side of her face again and kissed her hard. “I wanna be in you, baby.”
“Then do it,” she said, breathlessly wrapping her arms around her neck and lifting her face to kiss him just as frantically as he felt.
Hector had been with plenty of girls, but at the moment, he felt too dazed to remember if any of them had been virgins. For a virgin, Charlee hardly seemed nervous, or maybe it was his being such a wuss-ass that made her urgency feel that much bolder. Her legs were now spread as far apart as he needed, and he began working his way in her slowly, but there was no resistance as he’d imagined. She was tight, but looking at her face now as he entered her, he saw nothing but pleasure. “You okay?” he grunted as he forced himself to go slowly.
“Yes,” she gasped, lifting her hips up, making him slip in deeper.
There was still no resistance or discomfort on her part, and now she wrapped her legs around him. Fuck it. He plunged deep into her with a groan, making her cry out. But they were cries of pleasure not pain. “Yes!” she said through her panting as he pumped her harder and harder. “Oh yes!”
Maybe she lied about being a virgin. At that moment, he didn’t give a shit. He rammed in her hard, plunging his tongue in her mouth with the same force. Again and again, he thrust deeper and deeper as she panted and moaned in the pleasure of it.
Pulling her arms tighter around his neck, she lifted her hips as he thrust in her. Seeing her enjoy it so much confused him a bit but not enough to slow him down.“That feels so good, Hector.” Her expression was anything but pained like he might’ve expected. Even her strained request just before she sunk her teeth into her bottom lip came as a complete surprise. “Harder!”
Blissfully, he obliged, but this was not how he’d imagined making love to Charlee the first time would be. He’d fully prepared himself to take things as slow as she needed him to, be as gentle as he had to be. But he had to admit f**king sweet little Charlee like this—like she begged him to—and feeling her claw her nails into his shoulders as she cried out was hot as shit.
Lifting himself so his arms weren’t at either side of her and he was on his knees now, he slowed only because he didn’t want it to end this soon. He wanted to rock into her like this forever. But she lifted her hips into him. “Don’t stop!” she gasped. “Please don’t stop!” Letting her head fall back again and seeing her closing her eyes, he could feel her body begin those familiar spasms he felt earlier. “Please don’t ever stop.”
Knowing how close they both were now, he grabbed her small waist with both hands and drove into her hard, making her cry out and moan at once. Her back arched in anticipation of what was building. She was so wet their bodies slapped loudly as he pounded into her, feeling his own climax building. Thrusting into her a few more times, he finally drove all the way in, feeling an explosion like none he’d ever felt.
Charlee’s chest heaved up and down now as she squeezed her eyes shut, moaning in delight. Holding her by the waist up against him still, he gulped hard in an effort to catch his breath. He glanced down at the heart-shaped patch, now slickly wet and even brighter red, and smiled. “Maybe you could shave an H in the middle of it,” he said.