Knocking Boots - Willow Winters Page 0,69

up with me. Which is ridiculous, because there’s nothing to break up. Stupid girl. I knew this would happen. I just don’t want it to happen right now. I take it all back. I won’t pressure him for anything. Just don’t leave me Charlie.

“You like being with me?” he asks me, and I’m quick to nod my head.

“I really do, and-” my voice is tight as I prepare for the worst.

Before I can finish, he kisses me fiercely, spearing his hands in my long hair. His hands are everywhere, running down to touch my breasts, skimming around to touch my ass.

He breaks the kiss, breathing heavy. Oh thank God.

A smile full of relief is pressed against his lips as I kiss him again and again feeling as though each time brings me closer to telling him what I need. I pull his shirt off over his head, tossing it aside. He lets me. His eyes are clouded by something else and that tension is still present between us. I don’t stop though. I undo his belt, kissing down his body as I go, trying to show him how much I love being with him.

He inhales sharply, pulling at me not to go down on him.

I’m not about to let him stop me though, so I push against him with my body, and turn him so he’s the one facing the bar.

Finally, he relents, helping me and his cock stands proud. Slipping my hand around it, I stroke him, wanting him to know I can give pleasure too. Just like he gave me in that coat closet.

“Grace,” he warns, staring at me with a look like this isn’t a good idea, but I don’t stop.

When I run my tongue from the base of his cock to the very tip, he makes a sound of pent-up longing. I take him in my mouth, inch by inch, but it isn’t enough.

He growls and pushes my head down a little, always needing to be the one in control.

Using my tongue against the sensitive underside of his cock, I do everything I can to give him the same kind of pleasure he gave me. Alternating between doing that and taking him deep, it's only minutes before he pulls me away.

At my protest, he merely shakes his head. “There’s time for that later. I promise.”

Then he pulls me to my feet, switching our positions again. He makes quick work of my dress, pulling it up over my head. I’m not wearing a bra with this dress, so my bare breasts are exposed. I bite my lip as he palms them; heat spreads through my body.

“So beautiful,” he marvels. He bends down and takes one nipple in his mouth. He sucks on it, making my back arch. When he releases it in favor of the other, I call out his name.

“Please, Charlie,” I moan.

“Please what?” he asks in a low voice with a hint of desperation. Like he needs me to tell him. Like his world depends on it.

“Please…” Be with me. Be with me for more than just this. My heart is desperate for me to say the words, but nothing comes out.

The brush of his fingers against my core is like a live wire. He bends to kiss my breast again, his fingers coaxing, opening me to his view.

I moan as he kisses his way down to my pussy. He kneels, discovering me with a series of slow licks that send me sky high. He shifts himself, pressing one hand on the top of my sex, while the other explores.

Charlie finds my clit with his tongue, running lazy circles around it, driving me wild. One finger dips inside my core.

“Yes,” I whisper, urging him on.

That same finger that dipped into my center withdraws, then brushes backward.

Is he—?

He chooses that moment to focus on my clit, while sliding his finger around and around the tight hole. I am crazed with the need to get off, and when he focuses in on my clit again, and presses his finger against my rear entrance…

His finger slips in with little resistance. I feel my face heat as I realize that I don’t hate it… in fact, it feels… good. Hot and full, but it feels so good. Oh my God. It takes everything not to move against his motions.

He slows his pace, giving me a second to get used to the feeling of his finger in my ass, grinding in rhythm. I'm ashamed to find how much I like