Page 34 of Charlotte's Kisses

Her fingertips soft and her gaze approving, she trailed her hands across his shoulders and down his torso. She hesitated, pressing her palms against his bruised abdominals. Then she traveled lower, tracing the line of hair from his bellybutton to his cock.

The damn appendage spasmed as if he was an untried youth.

Undaunted, she ran her index finger from tip to his base.

He groaned.

“’Tis quite fascinating,” she said, her voice laced with raw need.

Thrusting his hips forward, he opened himself up to whatever she might like to explore.

She wrapped a hand around his cock and squeezed. “’Tis hard, but your skinis as soft as velvet.”

Undeniably hard as a frigging stone and leaking pre-cum.

He wrapped his hand around hers and guided her hand up and down his shaft, showing her exactly what he liked. Soon she fisted him with two hands and enthusiastically stroked on her own, her thumb rubbing the head of his penis, the friction creating the perfect pressure. She reached one hand beneath him and lightly squeezed his balls.

God forbid he pass out from euphoria because although inexperienced, she was a natural, almost as if she had studied a text of a notorious novel of sexual instruction.

Ridiculous. Charlotte would never have looked at something as wanton asThe Secret Life of Gentlemen.Perhaps her passion guided her. Someday soon, she might even take his cock between her lips. The mere thought of her warm mouth sucking him to completion almost made him come right then and there.

Her once tentative touch had become masterful and confident. A tickle took hold in his gut, and he moaned against her ear. “That’s it, sweetheart. Exactly like that.”

“Will you make love to me?” she asked.

Fuck yes! However, he would come all over her delicate hand if they did not slow down. He unwound her fist and stepped back, attempting to catch his breath.

Her brow furrowed as she studied him. “Am I doing it wrong?”

“Hardly. You are doing it expertly,” he said with utmost sincerity.

Her mouth crashed against his, leaving him utterly defenseless. His tongue parted her lips as he backed her toward the bed. She answered by wrapping her tongue around his and sucking hard. She tugged on his hair with such force that hishead snapped back. So much for his being gentle. He tossed her into the center of the mattress and straddled her.

She squealed with delight.

He placed the head of his ready cock at her entrance. “Are you sure about this?”

She lifted her pelvis toward his hips. “Yes. Completely and totally,” she gasped out between her pants.

“I will try to be gentle, but this may hurt,” he warned.

“I do not care.”

There was no going back. If only he had his male sheath because he was unsure he could pull out in time. He eased in slowly.

She winced.

He hesitated as his mind and body battled. He did not want to hurt her, but if he did not soon sink into her channel, he would die from the ache.

“Please, Hugh,” she begged as she wrapped her ankles around his back. “I am ready.”

“Look at me, Charlotte.” Catching her gaze, he stared into her eyes and slowly speared her weeping pussy.

She cried out.

“I am sorry, Firefly,” he cooed into her ear. “You are so bloody tight.” And warm and wet.

Her walls pulsed around him, tugging him deeper.