I place a wet kiss on her inner thigh and shake my head. “Try again.”
“I’m…sorry?” she tries, framing it as a question instead of the statement I want.
“Again,” I demand as I place another kiss on the inside of her thigh.
“I’m-I’m sorry.”
For finally getting it right, I reward her with a flick of my tongue over her clit that’s lightning fast but definitely effective since her hips jerk and I hear her gasp.
I glance up at her face, my own an inch away from her pussy, and wait.
“I’m sorry,” she repeats. She sounds sincere, so I run my tongue up and down her slit a few times as a reward. The action has her adding a new word, “so”, to what soon becomes an “I’m so sorry” chant. Throughout it all, I don’t pull my mouth away even for a second.
Pressing my fist that is still holding her dress up to her stomach, I tease her with the index finger of my other hand while focusing just the tip of my tongue to her clit, hitting that swollen bundle of nerves over and over and over again.
“Oh god!” Charlotte screams. “Oh god, I’m sorry! So…so…sorry!”
I pull my mouth away to tell her, “Roman. I’m so sorry, Roman,” before I get back to work.
“God, Roman! Yes! Oh my god, Roman! Yes! Yes! Please, yes! Roman!” Charlotte trembles so intensely that I ready myself to catch her before she falls. But the wall and my fist against her stomach holds her up even as she slides up and down the wall as she comes, screaming my name over and over again.
Once she stills, I kiss my way up her pelvis to her stomach before lowering her dress and getting to my feet.
I’m not sure what I expected Charlotte to say after I finally got my mouth on her pussy, but her saying, “Fuck me,” while undoing my belt wasn’t it.
“Fuck you?” I repeat as she pops the button on my jeans and tugs the zipper down.
“Fuck me, Roman,” Charlotte holds my gaze and says the words while she pushes my jeans down. Then she turns around and faces the wall with one palm flat against it as she lifts her dress up to her waist with the other hand. I stare at her naked ass that’s ready and waiting for me after weeks, but this is all wrong.
“Nope,” I say as I remove my shoes to get my pants off and then start on my cut.
“No?” Charlotte asks me over her shoulder. “You don’t want to…” she starts to lower her dress when I yank my shirt over my head and toss it aside. “Why are you naked if you don’t want to…”
“Oh, I want to,” I assure her.
“Then what…” Before she speaks another word, my mouth is crashing down on hers, tongue demanding entry while the rest of my body flattens her to the wall.
After she starts melting down the wall in surrender, I pull back and tell her, “I want to see your face when I’m inside of you the first time.” Grabbing the hem of her dress, I tug it up and off. “I want to see all of you — the surprise in your beautiful eyes the moment you realize just how big and thick I am, the satisfaction when you really start to appreciate how big and thick I am. I want to see the disappointment spread over your face when you decide that you were crazy to wait so long to have me inside of you, and then, finally, I want to witness the joy in your eyes knowing that it won’t be the last.”
“That’s…that’s a whole lot of…emotions on my face,” Charlotte replies as she runs her palms over my shoulders and down to my pecs.
Grabbing her bottom, I lift her off her feet, making her squeal before I sit her ass on the table to go grab a condom from my pants.
“I should warn you that there’s only one thing you’ll see on my face the entire time I’m fucking you. Want to know what that is?” I ask her before ripping the foil wrapper open with my teeth.
“S-sure?” she asks hesitantly, eyes watching my hands intently as they roll the rubber onto my shaft.
I wedge my hips between Charlotte’s thighs and line the head of my cock up at her entrance that’s nice and slick. Rubbing myself back and forth on her slit, I tell her, “You won’t see anything but sheer awe while I try to figure out how the hell I was lucky enough to fuck the most beautiful woman in the world.”
“Oh, Roman…” Charlotte starts before I thrust all the way inside of her, causing her eyes to widen in surprise. The shock leads to her repeating those same two words, but now with exclamation points on the ends. I give her a little time to adjust to my length and girth before I slowly start to rock my hips. Soon enough, Charlotte is lifting her own to meet each of my thrusts. Her face quickly transforms and is even more gorgeous than usual when her eyelids get heavy and her lips part with the blissful satisfaction I was expecting.
“You like that?” I ask her, and she gives a slight nod. Her hands are gripping my shoulders; and when I start to move faster, her fingernails dig into my skin to hold on. I like the sting, but what I like even more is when Charlotte wraps her legs around my waist to pull me in tighter. Then she lays back on the table, putting her tits on display as they bounce and jiggle with every single motion of my pumping hips. I can’t resist the sight of them, and my hands move from her hips up to grab both of her breasts, kneading them as I hammer myself into her.
Charlotte alternates between moans of pleasure and sharp gasps for breath as
