I wanted to cave.
To take this all the way.
To make her come around my cock, not her fingers.
But I also knew the second I did, she’d whisper the same three words she loved to tell me, and I’d crumble. Lose all control.
She repositioned herself so she was closer, on my abs this time, giving me a better view. Her fingers went to her slit, disappearing into the folds.
Fuck. Me.
She was so wet, I felt her all over my stomach. Her fingertips grazed her clit. She rocked on top of me, chasing a high I wanted to join. Her legs tightened against my sides as she rubbed furiously, moaning into the hem of her dress.
Even though I knew it was asking for trouble, I toyed with her zipper, tugging. Charlie released the fabric from her teeth, and the dress pooled around her waist.
She straightened, slipped it over her head, and tossed it behind her. Her bra and panties came off next, discarded on the floor across the room. Then her thighs returned to bracketing my hips, her fingers pumping in and out of her pussy.
My dick bobbed against her ass, obliterating the last of my willpower.
“Charlie.” I groaned.
She rolled her hips, quaking on top of me.
“Just the tip,” she bargained, and never in the history of Planet Fucking Earth has it ever been just the tip.
“I don’t have a condom.”
“No way.”
“Seriously.”
Contrary to what the way we met suggested, I didn’t sleep around, nor did I have sex often. Didn’t find it enjoyable. Or life, in general. Though Charlie seemed to defy both these preferences.
“Well, as my doctor—”
“Former doctor,” I corrected. “If even.”
“—you know I’m on the pill. And that I’m clean.” She popped a brow. “Are you clean?”
“Charlie, no.”
“You’re not?”
“No, we’re not doing this,” I clarified.
“So, you are clean.”
“Yes, but it doesn’t matter, since we’re not doing this.”
“Just the tip.”
I shook my head, but it somehow shifted into a nod, and what the fuck was I doing?
Her grin did things to me I’d never admit.
She moved back, her pussy gliding along my rigid cock.
“Just the tip,” I warned, lining us up.