Holt's Holding (Part One) - By A Dagmara Page 0,47

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“If you, if only I could tell you…” I closed my eyes and my heart sped up. Shit, I’m drunk and I can’t open up to him. If understood who I was he wouldn’t be holding me like a man in love. “I’m not good for you Charlie, too much baggage.” I sighed.

“I could say the same about myself Lillian. I understand baggage, and secrets I have a shit load. But tonight, it doesn’t matter to me; I don’t care about your past.”

I turned into Charlie wrapping my arm around him. He kissed my forehead long and hard. I raised my eyes meeting his.

I trembled and my breath hitched. His eyes wide, appraising, his hand rubbing at my jaw just to pause under my chin. I lifted it up to him on my own.

“Are you sure?” he breathed in shock.

I raised my lips slow and gently to his. Trembling, I knew I shouldn’t allow this…but I want to …I needed to…It didn’t matter that it was him…I just needed to feel. I needed to prove to myself that I could do this. I grazed his lips with mine, panic threatened as my body shuddered in fear. My resolve was greater then the fear. Opening my eyes, I felt trapped in his. The light from the street was just enough that I could see his.

His lips took charge of mine and consumed me. His kiss started slow then turned urgent, as if he needed it as much as I did. And I needed. I needed him tonight. The need was so different and foreign.

It was a hunger that I had not afforded myself…a drug and I wanted more. I let go.

Our bodies moved along the others in a rhythm all our own…there was no struggle for control it was a give and take equally matched.

Stripping the clothes off our bodies…we were entering uncharted territory for both of us. This was no longer fucking…I could feel the tremble release thru him as he held me up facing me, we were holding on to each other my legs wrapped around him as he lifted me over his erection…He paused, his eyes lost and searching deeply into mine. Geez, this was more than I had anticipated. My heart ached and the tremble had me shaking. His hands, sensing my doubt and fear, rubbed my back, holding me securely, the way a man holds a woman, when he’s in love. Oh my god, could this me love? The way he looked at me, had me thinking it might be. His lips on mine had me.

Damn, I had no control with him. I wanted him to consume me, all of me. I knew this was a lie, as he had no clue, who I was, yet I knew him. I knew who he really was. I knew who he was to me. Enemy and fantasy wrapped up into one.

“I never had sex with that woman Lillian…I sent her home...” his word weren’t necessary. I reached down between our bodies, his erected cock, was firm, hard and waiting. Lifting myself around his waist, I poised him at my aching entranced and dropped down slowly, easing him in. Throwing my head back in ecstasy, he was what my body and soul craved. Taking him completely, I reached around his neck pulling him tight for support. His heart pounded hard against my chest.

I cupped his face and urgently kissed him easing my body down to his taking him in.

My tears fell down and within seconds, I met my climax…but this was unlike any climax…this was different …it was freeing and cathartic…and what I had denied for so long.

He wasn’t fucking me…he was actually making love to me and I knew the difference…

“Fuck, Lillian, you feel like heaven.” He rasped in my ear.

“Charlie,” I moaned in ecstasy, I wanted him to call me by my real name. Crap! He was the first person, I ever wanted to hear to my first name screamed out in pleasure. I was lost in him. The walls I had built were falling in a quick mess of ruble. Each thrust, each claim of my mouth, had me undone. My climax, deep and reverent clamped hard around him; freeing. My control with him, willingly abandoned just for him. This was so new to me. The thunder of my heart had me completely undone in this moment with him. There was no pull to run away, to hide from him. I lost myself in him. My