His light touch sent heat rushing through me
Charlotte’s POV
Luther kissed me deeper, tasting my tears as they touched our lips. My whole body was shaking while he held me tighter, taking in my soft cries. I could not believe it, not when I thought he would ask me to leave after I said sorry. Our breaths mixed together, and all I could hear was the rush of blood in my ears as my heart beat hard and fast.
“I did not give you any reason to believe me, baby,” Luther said after he pulled back. He held both sides of my face, wiping away my tears as he looked into my eyes. My vision was blurry, but I could still feel how deeply he was staring at me. It sent a cold feeling down my back and made something stir low in my stomach.
“I kept hurting you,” he went on, pulling me close until my head rested on his chest.
“That is because you were afraid the past would happen again,” I said, holding him tighter. I had missed being in his arms, safe and warm, the heat of his body passing through my dress.
“But that does not make what I did right,” he said, moving his hands slowly and gently across my back.
“It shows why you were pushing me away. I know I said you were being selfish, but you had every right to protect yourself.” I closed my eyes, letting myself enjoy the moment.
“I am sorry,” I added softly, biting my lower lip as another strong wave of emotion washed over me. My eyes filled with tears again. I kept seeing his face in my mind, and it made me feel something I could not explain.
“Shhh.” He moved back, and I missed his touch the second he let go. Then, slowly, he moved his hand from the side of my neck down to my shoulder, still looking at me. His fingers made my skin break out in goosebumps, and a strange, strong feeling made me let out a low sound from deep in my chest.
“I have you, babe,” he said in a deeper voice as his hand moved lower, brushing over my breasts. I held my breath when his fingers moved back up, only to breathe out hard when he touched my nipples.
“Oh God!” I cried out, my voice unsteady. His light touch sent heat rushing through me. Just like that, the sadness in my chest was replaced by a fire I could not fight.
“I have been thinking about touching them since I saw you this morning,” he said, licking his lower lip.
“I need to taste them,” he said in a low, rough voice as he ran his hands along my back and slowly unzipped my dress. He pulled it down, setting my breasts free. I threw my head back, mouth open, as he bent down and ran his tongue over my right nipple.
“Fuck.” My teeth sank into my lower lip when he blew warm air on it, then caught it between his teeth and pulled.
“Oh no.” I could not stop myself when he twisted the other one gently between his fingers. The burning feeling made my legs weak, and my mind empty. I could not speak, I could only breathe hard as he gently guided me onto the bed.
“I need you, Luther,” I said.
He moved beside me, placing one hand between my thighs and the other on my right breast. His mouth wrapped around the left, sending a rush of heat through my body.
“You are one naughty girl, Charlotte. Walking around in your mother’s wedding dress without underwear.”
I let out a small laugh, but it quickly turned into a soft cry as he brushed over my sensitive folds. It felt like forever since he had touched me like this.
“Did you do it for Gavin? Were you hoping he would touch you?” he asked.
My body tensed. I closed my eyes, trying to block out everything about Gavin. He was a selfish jerk, using me just to get back at Luther for something I had nothing to do with.
“I thought he was a good man, okay?” I snapped, turning my head away, still not opening my eyes. It was my fault for not listening to Luther, for trusting someone I had only met online.
“And I would not have let him. His touch made me feel sick,” I added.
That was when Luther pushed his finger inside me without warning, while his teeth gently bit down on my nipple. A mix of pain and pleasure made me cry out.
“Do you know why it felt wrong with him?” he asked, moving his finger slowly in and out, his mouth switching to the other breast.
“Because only I can make you feel this good. These hands were made to bring you pleasure.”
I arched my hips toward his hand, crying out again when he pressed his thumb to my most sensitive spot.
“Oh God, yes!” I screamed as he touched the place inside me that made my whole body shake. A rush of wetness spilled out of me.
“Shit! Give me more,” he said, adding a second finger and stretching me further. He hit the spot again, and I completely lost control, moaning louder than before.
“Come on, Charlotte, give it to me,” he said, and as if his voice had power over my body, another wave of pleasure burst from me. My walls squeezed around his fingers, releasing everything inside me.
“No more,” I gasped, gripping the sheets on both sides of my head as my body trembled under him.
“But we are just getting started,” he said, slowly pulling his hand away. My stomach tightened and relaxed with every breath I took. I opened my eyes and watched as he slid the dress down past my waist and finally off me, leaving me bare beneath him.
For a moment, he just looked at me, his eyes moving over every curve of my body like I was the most perfect thing he had ever seen.
“Perfect,” he said in a low voice, taking off his coat. His fingers moved to his shirt buttons, undoing them one by one while never taking his eyes off me. Bit by bit, he revealed his chest. I licked my lips, staring at his strong body, wanting to touch every inch of it.
“You like what you see?” he teased, winking as he pulled off the shirt completely.
My eyes moved lower, following the line of dark hair from his chest to his belt, then to the clear bulge pressing against his briefs. I wanted to feel him, to let him take me to places I had only dreamed of.
“Yes,” I breathed. I wanted him naked, nothing between us.
“So do I.” He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers, pushing them down. His Calvin Klein briefs showed a dark patch of wetness in the front, and I bit my lip, imagining what it would taste like.
“Fuck,” I whispered as he lowered them and freed his hard length. It sprang up and slapped his stomach, standing tall and ready.
“Do you see what you do to me?” he asked, gripping himself and giving a few slow strokes while kneeling between my legs.
“Please,” I said. I was not even sure what I was begging for. My body acted on its own, I hooked my arms behind my knees, lifted my legs, and spread them wide, showing him everything.
“It is so beautiful, wet and ready for me,” he said, lowering his face close to mine. He placed both hands behind my shoulders for balance. Without needing him to say a word, I reached between us, wrapped my hand around him, and gave him two slow strokes. Then I guided him to my entrance.
“Show me how much you missed me,” he said.
That was all I needed to hear. I lifted my hips and welcomed him in, taking in his thick length, inch by inch.
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