I will be careful
Charlotte’s POV
I had no time to think. The moment his mouth touched me, a sharp gasp escaped my lips. My back arched on instinct, hips rising to meet the heat of his tongue. It was not slow. It was not gentle. It was overwhelming, raw, hungry, and deliberate.
“Luther…” I barely managed to say his name, breath catching in my throat as he dragged his tongue up, tasting me with the kind of intensity that made my chest tighten. I grabbed at the sheets beneath me, desperate for something to anchor me. He looked up at me while he licked again, this time slower, like he wanted to make me feel every second of it. His eyes locked on mine, and something about that look made my heart pound faster. I felt so bare, not just physically, but emotionally too. I was exposed to him in a way that scared me a little.
“You are everything,” he murmured against my skin, his voice sending a wave of heat right through me. He held me down, keeping me open for him as he pressed his mouth deeper. My legs trembled on either side of him, thighs tightening each time he hit that spot that made me forget how to breathe. I was already shaking, already losing control. “Oh god, please,” I moaned, not sure if I was begging him to stop or to never stop. The tension was building too fast, too strong, it felt like something inside me was going to snap.
He laughed softly, like he knew exactly what he was doing to me. “So eager,” he said, voice low, before he dipped his tongue inside me, slow and deep. My hands flew to his hair, fingers curling into the strands as my hips moved against him.
I was burning up. There was no shame, no hesitation. Just need. Desperate, aching need. The moment he added pressure with his thumb, touching the place that was already throbbing, I let out a choked sound. It was too much, all of it. His tongue, his fingers, his words. I wanted to cry, to scream, to melt right into him. My chest rose and fell quickly, the world around me disappearing. Nothing mattered but him, his mouth, his touch, his body between my legs. And then, just when I felt myself climbing higher, he stopped.
My breath caught, eyes flying open. “Why?” My voice cracked as I blinked at him, heart racing with confusion and a little panic. “Did I do something wrong?”
He shook his head, face serious but soft. “No, baby. You did everything right. I just need to feel all of you.”
Luther sat up and pulled his shorts down slowly, and my gaze dropped. My lips parted when I saw him fully. He was hard, thick, and already glistening at the tip. My pulse thundered in my ears as he reached down to stroke himself with the wetness he had taken from me. It made my cheeks flush, but I could not look away. He moved back over me, cradling my hips and slipping a pillow beneath them. I looked up at him, nerves mixing with anticipation.
“You okay?” he asked quietly, eyes searching mine.
I nodded. “I need you.”
He smiled, but it was strained, like he was holding back. “I will be careful.”
“Wait…condom,” I said quickly, panic flashing through me.
“I am clean. You are too. I always use one, but… do you trust me?” His voice cracked just slightly at the end.
Something in me melted. My heart clenched, not from fear, but from how vulnerable he looked right then. I nodded again. And then, slowly, he pressed in. The stretch burned at first. My body fought to adjust, but I held on, wrapping my legs around him and pulling him closer. He paused every few seconds, giving me time to take all of him. My hands clutched his arms, nails digging into his skin.
“God, you feel so good,” he groaned, face buried in the crook of my neck. “So tight. So perfect.”
I whispered something, I do not even remember what. Maybe his name. Maybe just a sound. But I meant it with every part of me.
When he finally pushed all the way in, I let out a shaky breath, my eyes stinging with tears I did not expect. Not from pain. From the way he was holding me, like I mattered, like I was his.
“I have you,” he said softly. And for the first time in a long while, I believed someone.
“Oh yes!” I cried out, my body arching as he grunted, repeating the powerful motion. He began moving with a steady rhythm, rocking into me, and each thrust sent hot waves of pleasure climbing up my spine.
“You feel incredible,” he murmured, voice thick with heat. “So sweet… so perfect.”
“You’re giving it to me so good,” I answered breathlessly, holding tightly onto the duvet as he picked up pace. My eyes fluttered shut. “Perfection,” I mumbled, letting the rhythm carry me into a haze. My mind was blank, focused on nothing but the delicious drag of his cock.
“No,” he said, low and commanding. “Look at me, baby. Keep your eyes on me while I make you mine.”
I forced my eyes open, meeting his intense gaze. My vision blurred slightly, my lashes heavy with lust. My breasts bounced with each thrust, matching the rhythm of his hips.
“Good girl,” he praised, pulling out slowly before lifting me up. He shifted to kneel upright, guiding me to straddle him. His strong arms supported me as I wrapped mine around his neck.
He lowered me onto him again in one deep stroke, stealing my breath. I began moving, grinding my hips in small circles, then forward and back. The angle drove him deeper, reaching places I did not know could feel so good.
“Just like that, Charlotte,” he groaned, voice growing rougher. “Ride me.”
His hands gripped my waist tightly as he began thrusting up to meet me, each motion harder than the last. Our faces were so close I could feel his breath on my cheek, and each time his cock bumped my most sensitive spot, a gasp escaped my lips.
“Please, don’t stop,” I begged, tightening my arms around him. My whole body was tensing, that pressure building fast and unstoppable.
“Not a chance,” he rasped, his strokes getting shorter, faster, more desperate. My body trembled as my release rushed through me, stealing my voice and breath. Liquid spilled out of me, soaking both of us, and I cried out, unable to stop.
He let out a deep groan, lowering me back to the bed. He rubbed his cock over my pulsing clit, dragging more pleasure from my overworked body until I nearly sobbed from how sensitive I had become.
“I’m going to cum,” he said with a strangled gasp before releasing all over me, his warmth mixing with mine.
We stayed still for a moment, both of us catching our breath. My body shook in small aftershocks, and my throat ached from all the moaning. He laid down beside me, wrapping an arm around my waist, pulling me close into the mess we made.
“Only one woman has ever made me feel the way you just did, Charlotte,” he said quietly.
Something in his voice changed. I could tell this was not just lust anymore. He was about to open up, and I felt it in my chest. I stayed silent, giving him space to speak.
“It was seven years ago,” he continued, his voice softer now. “Just one year after I started building my company…”
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