You are dripping
Luther’ POV
“Oh fuck,” I groaned, guiding myself into Charlotte slowly, far slower than I wanted. Every muscle in my body fought the urge to drive all the way in.
“Deeper,” she breathed, locking eyes with me, her pupils wide and hungry.
“Like this?” I pushed in another inch, pulled back, and gave her more.
“More.” Her voice was low, almost broken. I kept going until I was fully inside her, my hips pressed against her soft skin.
“Damn,” I muttered, feeling her body squeeze around me. She was tight, hot, slick, and mine.
She bit her lip, grinding against me, her body taking the lead. I moved with her, slow but firm, soaking in every inch of the sweet pressure around me. A shiver shot up my spine.
“Yes.” She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me closer. I held her by the shoulders, pressing our bodies together as I stroked in and out, deep and steady.
“Aah.” A sharp cry escaped her lips when I circled my hips and brushed against her clit.
“You are dripping,” I managed to say, breath heavy. Her arousal coated me completely, warm and wet. Sweat built on my brow, but I did not stop, not when she felt this good.
“Do you know how tempting your breasts are?” I said, and before she could answer, I took one nipple into my mouth, sucking slowly. She arched her back, pressing into me, riding me harder.
“Move on me, give it to me,” I said, flipping us over so she was now straddling me, her thighs hugging my sides.
“Show me.” My voice was low. It took everything in me not to lose control.
She grabbed a pillow, slid it behind my shoulders, and slowly lowered herself onto me again.
“Mmm.” She lifted her hips, letting me slide almost all the way out, then sank back down, taking everything. My eyes rolled back at the feeling.
“Oh god,” I groaned. She was so wet, so tight, I could barely think. Her pace picked up, first grinding, then bouncing.
“Aah!” She touched her own nipples as she moved, her hips finding a rhythm that made me see stars.
“Just like that.” I could hardly recognise my own voice now. Each time she dropped onto me, I felt the pressure build. I would not last long if she kept this up.
“Yes.” She leaned down and kissed me, hot and deep. I gripped her hips and moved with her, thrusting up as she came down. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, mixing with her moans and my groans.
"I missed you, baby," I murmured against her mouth, tugging gently on her lower lip with my teeth.
"I missed you more," she said, her voice breathy as she held on tightly, her chest pressing against mine. I slid my hands down to her bum, giving it a firm squeeze as I continued thrusting into her, pulling louder moans from her lips.
Right there, on that bed, nothing else mattered but the way Charlotte felt on top of me, moaning, clinging, completely lost in the moment. I had never been this connected to anyone before. I had never looked a woman in the eyes during sex. I always preferred positions where I did not have to. But with Charlotte, I wanted to see her, every reaction, every emotion, every second.
Eventually, I rolled us over to the side, lifting one of her legs over my waist and facing her fully as I pushed back inside. Our faces were close, and I could see the heat in her eyes. I held her to me and moved slowly, feeling everything with each stroke. My arm wrapped around her back as I leaned in and pressed my lips to the skin between her shoulder and neck.
"Ah, yes," she gasped, her nails dragging down my back.
I kept going, even as she clenched tighter around me.
"Please be mine," I said, pulling back to look at her.
"Yes!" she cried out, her voice shaking, and something in me snapped. My chest tightened, and my hips moved faster, needing her, needing this.
"Come with me, baby." It was not just a request. Her body answered before she could speak. I felt her tighten, her mouth falling open in a silent scream.
"Luther!" she cried out, trembling as her orgasm ripped through her. The way she clenched around me dragged me straight over the edge. I held her close as I emptied into her, feeling every pulse as I came. My chest rose and fell fast as we stayed wrapped in each other, our breaths tangled.
After a while, her fingers traced soft shapes across my chest. Her voice was rough when she finally spoke.
"Did you mean it?"
"Mean what, love?" I asked, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear.
She looked down, then mumbled, "That I am yours?"
I tilted her face up with my fingers. "I meant every word."
Her eyes glowed as I shifted a little, wanting her to see how serious I was. "Let me ask you again. Will you be my girlfriend, Charlotte?"
"Yes, Luther King." Her smile was instant, wide, and beautiful. Warmth spread through my chest as she said it, and I kissed her again, slow and deep. My cock stirred, still inside her, already hardening.
"I know I am not the easiest man. I can be blunt and cold when it comes to feelings, but I want to try. These last few days... they showed me that I only want you."
"I have never had anything serious with a man," she admitted. "So I guess we are both figuring it out." She rocked her hips slowly, grinding into me again.
I let out a low groan. "I wish we did not have to go back to that wedding reception."
"What could go wrong if we miss it?" she teased, throwing her head back when I gripped her bum.
"Stanley and your mum still want us there. We are all they have left," I said, closing my eyes as the heat built again. She felt too good, almost too good to hold back.
"Mmmh." She dragged the sound out, but neither of us moved.
"How about ten?" I asked, grinning.
"Ten what?" She raised her brows, already knowing the answer.
"Ten minutes of a quick, hard one."
Before the words finished leaving my mouth, Charlotte turned around and got on all fours, her back arched perfectly, her bum up in the air. She wiggled it slightly, and the sight nearly broke me, my cum already trickling down her thighs, mixing with her own wetness.
She looked over her shoulder, licked her lips, and asked in a low, teasing voice, "What are you waiting for?"
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