Page 77 of Check You Out

Is this really happening?

Am I about to have sex with Charlotte Ferguson? It feels like a dream. I’m afraid I’ll wake up cold and sweaty in my own bed. I resist the urge to pinch myself.

My heart hammers against my chest and I float over to her like a cartoon skunk. Charlotte grabs my hand and guides me farther into her bedroom and onto her bed. My vision narrows in on her, and I don’t even notice what her room looks like or the contents, except there’s a bed. I could be laying in a nuclear wasteland, and I wouldn’t realize it, or care. Well, maybe afterward when we’re surrounded by rubble.

But then again, I’m not sure if we’ll be in a wreckage afterward. Charlotte would rally the community and rebuild the world.

Much like how she’s bringing together people for the library.

I think I am falling in love with Charlotte.

The realization washes over me like a wave, and with it comes an overwhelming sense of courage. My girlfriend likes me for me.

I’ve shown her every piece of me and she doesn’t mind. I can just be me.

With that epiphany bolstering me, I gather her into my arms and glide my mouth on every part I can think of. Her forehead, her cheeks, her eyes, her neck, her ears. Everywhere but her lips. She trembles beneath me, and I resist the urge to tear off all our clothes and sink myself inside of her.

“I need you,” she hisses in my ear as I suck on a spot between her neck and shoulder. “Please, Aidan.”

“But are you ready?” I ask while my fingers drift down to the hem of her dress. I push the fabric up her thigh and let the tips of my fingers caress the elastic of her panties in a question. My other hand reaches down and grabs a chunk of her thick and meaty thigh. She is soft and jiggly under my touch. “I love your legs.”

She shivers. “Yes. I am.”

I pull the waistband up and plunge my fingers down, stroking that spot at the center of her core. She squirms underneath my grip. “Not just yet.”

“What do you mean?” she mutters between pants. “I’m ready, I swear.”

“Not yet, Charlotte. I need you nice and wet for me.” I kiss her, feeling her moan against my mouth. “I want to see what you look like when you come undone first.” With my other hand, I adjust my glasses to get a better view.

“Aidan,” she pleads. “Please.”

“Not until you come,” I murmur. “After that, I’ll fuck you.” Reaching around behind her, I undo the clasp of her bra and bring my hand to her breast, massaging the white mound of softness. She arches into me. “I’ll make a concession,” I add as she gasps into my mouth. “Take. Off. Your. Clothes.”

She nods wordlessly and after a few hurried movements, she’s spread before me like a feast, completely naked. I lean back, taking in the form of her body, and my breath leaves me. My gaze travels along the curves of her hips and her full, rounded breasts. There’s so much of her and my soul yearns to touch every square inch.

“Aidan?” Charlotte asks, getting up to her forearms. Her gaze travels to my erect cock and both her eyebrows raise, I hope, in anticipation. “Are you ok?”

With a rush, I come back to myself. “Yes, yes. I-I’m fine.” I suck in air like a drowning man. “You are perfection itself.”

She beams, and I lose all control. We collide in a tangle of limbs and body parts in a desperate attempt to get as much skin contact as possible. Somehow in the mess of it all, my hand finds her clit and resumes the mission it was on just seconds before.

“Remember what I said, Charlotte,” I hiss in her ear as she quakes. “Come for me like a good girl, and I’ll do whatever you want.”

With a breathy, almost guttural moan, she comes undone for me, shaking in my arms as the waves of pleasure ripple through her. Watching her orgasm is like watching poetry come to life before me. I take in every quiver, every jerk of her spasms. When she settles, I plant kisses along her cheeks, her eye lids, and her jaw. She reaches for my hips, pulling me to settle in between her legs. My cock rests dangerously close to her entrance.

“A deal’s a deal,” she says, her eyes sheltered behind heavy lids.

Brushing the hair off her face, I kiss her forehead. “And I keep my promises.” I chuckle. “Please don’t judge me if this only lasts thirty seconds.”

Charlotte reaches down and takes me in her hand. She pumps once with a firm grip, and I shudder. “Just fuck me already.”

I sink into her, emitting a “Fuck,” as I feel the tightness encircle me. When I’m fully embedded, I grin out in between pants, “It might take less than thirty.”

“We can go slow,” she says, cupping my face. Her thumb runs across my lips and a wry grin spreads across her face. “I don’t have anywhere to be, and I’ve already come once, so this is just a bonus.” She moves under me. Jolts of electricity course up my spine.

I try a shallow thrust, watching her reaction. She arches into me and matches my movements. “I want to feel you come this time.”

I thrust again, deeper and harder, and she jerks. She lets out a gasping pant. I do it again, trying to focus on her face and her expression, and not the building pressure in my cock. She fucks me back, and I take that as my permission to continue this pace and pressure until we’re both spent. Soon we’re writhing like animals, complete with primal sounds.