Page 81 of What He Doesn't Know

I shifted until she was cradled in my arms, her legs hanging over one forearm while my other supported her back. She looped her arms around my neck and watched me like she didn’t believe I truly existed as I carried her across my living room.

I could have taken her to my bed, but it didn’t feel right — not when the fort we’d built was still waiting for us to finish what we’d started.

Lowering us carefully under the front sheet, I sat with her in my lap, slowing everything down with one long breath. My fingertips slipped over her pale skin like paintbrushes, purposeful and sure, and I kissed her lips in tandem as she wove her own hands into my hair. When my fingers skated the lines of her stretch marks, Charlie’s face broke a little, and her eyes found mine.

“Is this okay?” I asked, feeling the scarred skin under my fingers.

She nodded, moving until she was straddling me, and time seemed to stop altogether under the protection of those sheets.

“I’ve waited a long time, too,” she breathed, kissing along the line of my jaw. “And it’s already more than I ever imagined.”

I smirked, capturing her lips with mine as she went to move to the other side of my jaw.

“I’m only getting started.”

Pinning her arms at her sides, I laid back into the pile of sleeping bags and blankets, and then I guided her up my body until her hips straddled my face. It was ridiculous how good she smelled, how fresh and wet she was with her thighs on either side of my head. I released her arms, running my hands down the front of her perfect body before running them behind to grip her ass firmly. One hand slid lower, between her cheeks and lower still until I grazed her wet center. I slipped one finger inside with my eyes locked on hers, and she moaned, reaching forward for something to hold onto.

I snapped up to grab her wrists again.

“Don’t you fucking tear down these sheets,” I warned, and she whimpered, hands flying to her breasts, instead.

I smacked them away again.

“And these are mine.”

Licking my lips, I held her gaze as I met her clit with my tongue, dragging it up and over before my entire mouth suctioned on. Charlie bucked her hips against my mouth as I resumed the position I’d held her in before, one hand still holding her chest while the other slipped over her ass and down below. I slid one finger deep inside her tight, wet pussy in one fluid motion, and she arched her back with an insatiable moan.

She still didn’t know where to put her hands, so she covered mine at her chest first before they ran up through her hair. She gripped tight, hips rocking against my tongue, eyes falling up to the big top ceiling the sheets made above us.

This, I thought.This was worth the wait.

I took my time teasing her, working her clit with my tongue like it was a candy mint in my mouth. I’d suck and lick, swirling my tongue over the skin before I’d pull back and softly blow. She hated that the most — when I’d pull my fingers out, blow on her clit and leave her writhing above me — but I knew the payoff would be worth it.

“Such a tease,” she breathed, squeezing her eyes shut and grinding into me when I finally resumed my slow torture. She leaned back, and before I realized her intention, she wrapped her hand firmly around my shaft and pumped me in time with my fingers inside her.

“Jesus Christ,” I cursed between her thighs, and she smiled down at me, leaning back a bit farther for more leverage.

Every pump had me closer to release, every squeeze of her small fingers over my shaft had me aching to come in her hands.

I shot up, holding her waist steady as I slid her thighs down over my biceps, my forearms, until she was in my lap again.

Charlie kissed me breathlessly, tasting me on her lips like it was the sweet nectar of life.

“Is this what you want?” I asked, gripping myself hard and pressing the tip of me between her soaked lips.

She moaned, rolling her body into me, coating me in her wetness. I’d never felt so wanted in my life, and for a split second, I wondered why she was here. I wondered why she’d shown up at my house on a Friday night, why she’d suddenly decided she couldn’t stand to be without me.

But I pushed those thoughts aside, and without wasting another second, I slipped my crown inside her, lowering her down slowly, inch by blissful inch.

Her breaths picked up speed as she slid over me, and once I was all the way in, I wrapped my arms around her, holding her to my chest as she adjusted to me. I kissed her lips, her nose, her forehead, running my fingers through her hair and over her lips. Once her eyes opened and found mine again, I gripped her waist in my hands, lifting her up to the tip of me before lowering her back down.

“Yes,” she exhaled, the word a plea for more just as much as it was a cry of disbelief.

She steadied herself with her hands on my shoulders, taking control as she moved against me. Every time I flexed my hips up into her, brushing her clit and hitting her with a new depth, she would whimper and shake and pick up speed.

“You’re close.”

“Yes,” she cried again.