“Take me to bed, Roman,” Charlotte moans as she pulls back to pull her shirt over her head, throwing it down on the porch. “Take me to bed and make me yours.”
With one hand still stuffed down the back of her jeans, I pull her up and use my other hand to grab under her leg, lifting her body against mine. We fumble our way through the screen door, lips locked and limbs intertwined, as I carry her to my bedroom. Once we’re inside, she climbs down long enough to kick off her shoes and shimmy out of her pants before throwing her bra and panties onto the pile. I’m undressed almost as quickly. And when we crash back into each other still standing in the middle of my bedroom, my hands automatically latch back onto her ass, slamming the front of her body against my cock. As we devour each other, it throbs impatiently between us, eager to join the festivities.
“Pick me up again,” Charlotte orders as she lifts her leg to accommodate me. I’m more than happy to oblige; and as my fingers tighten on her hip and ass, I lift her back up against me just long enough to line myself up with her slick entrance.
She wraps both of her legs around me as she sinks down onto me, grinding her hips until every inch of my long, thick cock is buried inside of her. The muffled cry that escapes her lips as she wraps her arms around my neck and presses her cheek against mine almost drives me into a frenzy, but I resist the urge to simply start pounding away at her.
I hold her perfectly still as she moans into my ear, waiting for her body to let me know she’s ready. When she starts to rock her hips, grinding her clit against the base of my cock, I turn my head to seek her lips. Our mouths crash together, and our tongues intertwine as I stand perfectly still. Time ceases to have any meaning as this goddess rides my body, until her breathing begins to quicken, and she breaks our kiss to look me directly in the eyes.
“I’m close,” she moans as her hips begin to rock against me frantically.
With that cue, I know what I need to do to push her over the edge. Tightening my grip on her ass, I gently lift her just a few inches and then bring her back down to me hard, making sure to put that perfect pressure on her most sensitive spot. The effect is instantaneous.
“Oh god, Roman, right there!” Charlotte cries as her thighs tremble against me, attempting to squeeze me even deeper inside. “Ohh!” she screams as she arches her back, throwing all of her weight down onto the spots where our bodies are joined. Her orgasm rocks her with such force I have to move a hand up her back, momentarily afraid she’s going to launch herself off of me.
“Easy, baby!” I chastise her gently as she throws herself forward, smashing our mouths back together. After a few more moments of frantic kissing, she drops one leg unsteadily to the ground, as I gently pull myself free from her pussy.
“That was the best one yet,” Charlotte pants as she wobbles a few steps backwards.
“I didn’t have a condom on yet,” I remind her. “Feels completely different, doesn’t it?”
“I’m going to need more of both if I’m going to make a comparison,” she smiles. “Get a condom!”
I walk over to my nightstand and dig out one of the foil packages as Charlotte throws the sheets back on the bed. She lies down in the center and spreads her thighs wide, her arms raised to me in invitation as I roll the condom down my shaft.
“Hurry,” she urges me. “Roman, I need more.”
“So do I, baby,” I agree as I climb on top of her. In one smooth motion, the two of us are rejoined. And for the next few hours, neither of us are troubled by thoughts of Adam, Tessa, or anything in the world except the feelings burning between us.
Epilogue
Roman
“I’d forgotten what it was like,” Charlotte says to me one morning a few days later when I join her on the porch with my coffee cup in my hand.
“What’s that, exactly?” I ask her.
“This feeling. Falling in love,” she clarifies as she smiles over at me.
“I’ve never felt anything like it,” I agree as I lean down to give her a kiss, then take the rocking chair beside her.
We both stare out at the sunrise over the ocean as I drink, enjoying the peace as we both attempt to recover from last night’s exertions. Neither of us slept much at all, as each time we dozed off, she or I would awaken the other in new, naughty ways.
When I sit my empty cup down on the table between us, Charlotte lets out a long sigh. “This is perfect, Roman, but how are we going to make this last?”
“You said you do your job remotely most of the time anyhow. Shouldn’t be any problem if you’re doing it here with me, should it?”
“No, I don’t think the job will be a problem at all,” she agrees.
“We’re not that far from Raleigh down here, only a couple of hours away. Besides, with the beach property I have available, your friends and family could spend all the time they wanted hanging out with us. We could go be with them anytime you wanted too, of course. You just tell me what you need, Charlotte, and we will make this work together.”
For a moment, I feel a brief spasm of fear, that she might be trying to talk herself out of staying with me. But then she reaches down to take my hand, pulling it over and placing it in
