Page 82 of Threads That Bind Us

It’s inevitable that we end up with our bodies tangled again, me on top of him, the strap on caught between our stomachs as we kiss like it’s the first time. We work together to remove his pants and boxers, and I’m out of breath by the time I’m standing at the edge of the bed with Charlie staring up at me.

“Thank you,” I huff, trying to catch my breath as I coat my fingers in lube.

Charlie’s pupils are blown wide, his chest rising and falling as he watches my movements.

“For what?” he asks, the last word breaking on a soft moan as I slip my fingers against his ass.

“For watching over me in that alley,” I say, pressing into him gently. He throws his head back against the pillow, his shoulders taut. “Breathe for me, baby.”

He nods and finds my eyes again, all of his muscles relaxing until I can pump my fingers in and out of him without resistance.

I’m not afraid of hurting him. I trust him to tell me if it’s too much, or too fast. But there’s an anxiety rooted somewhere deep in my chest, because I want him to let go. This is anextreme display of trust between us, and I feel like I’ve never wanted something more than his pleasure right now.

I pull my fingers out of him, and he watches as I coat the dildo and his ass with even more lube. When I position myself against him, he laces the fingers of my right hand through his.

“I love you, Gwen,” he whispers. Electricity whips through my veins, sparking me from the inside out.

“I love you, Charlie,” I say, and push into him.

It takes some breathing and relaxing—this is a step up from any of the toys we’ve used—but eventually I’m fully seated in him. His face is pinched in a pained bliss as he breathes through the new sensations. And even though I can’t feel myself inside him, the new perspective is exhilarating.

Charlie spends so much of our time together begging to give me pleasure, to take care of me. There’s something about giving him something new, focusing on him and his desires, that makes me feel like I’ve filled my chest with helium.

“Is this okay?” I ask, just barely pulling my hips back and sliding in. Charlie moans, and the sound is like a straight shot of liquor.

“So good, Gwen, please,” he begs, still gripping my fingers tightly. I repeat the motion, and his legs widen a bit more, giving me more room.

“You’reso good for me, Charlie,” I say, finding a slow, gentle rhythm.

His cock is hard and laying against his stomach, leaking pre-cum that I wish I could lean over and lick. Instead, I settle for drifting my free hand over the underside. Charlie jerks and moans.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck,” he repeats, and I take his cock in my hand and pump it along with the motion of my hips.

The grinder continues to bump against my clit, still slick from my absolutely soaked pussy. The pressure isn’t consistentenough to make me come, but it builds upon the feeling of euphoria I get from watching Charlie fall apart under me.

“Do you want to come like this?” I ask him, pulling out nearly to the tip and sliding back in, feeling his hips jerk into my hand.

“I think it’s too much, for this time,” he pants, finding my eyes.

There’s a bit of guilt there, and I slow my movements, releasing his pulsing cock and trailing my fingers gently over his thigh. He shivers as I pump slowly back into him.

“Thank you for telling me,” I reply, my breath thin from exertion. He looks almost relieved, and I hope the more we do things like this, the more he knows he could never disappoint me.

After a few more minutes, I slide out of him for a final time, and he’s immediately leaning forward, grasping my hips and pressing kisses to my sternum.

“Can I take this off you?” he asks, rubbing the strap of the harness between his fingers.

I agree, and he carefully removes the entire contraption, setting it on the floor on one of the towels we brought out. He pulls me on top of him, sliding his tongue into my mouth and kissing me until we can’t breathe.

I can’t help but grind on his cock, my clit throbbing with need. He groans into my mouth, reaching his hand out toward the nightstand.

“It’s okay,” I say, pulling back just a few inches to look into his eyes. “I went to the doctor. Got birth control. If you want, I mean.” I’m missing a few words in my explanation, but my need is too potent to be eloquent.

“When did you have time to go to the doctor?” Charlie asks, and then seems to shake himself out of his shock. “Wrong question. You want to go without a condom?”

The thought of Charlie bare inside of me has my cunt clenching around nothing, and I grind against his cock again.

“I would like to, but only if you’re okay with it,” I reply.