How about starting with your bedroom?
Charlotte’s POV
“Can we pick up where we left off before Mateo interrupted us?”
Luther’s voice was low and rough, his warm breath brushing my cheek.
Mateo had just left, promising to arrange a meeting with Gavin.
“You are impatient, aren’t you?” I teased, my breath catching when Luther brushed his nose gently against my neck.
“Would you rather I show you around the house?” he asked, his voice dipping even lower.
I had pushed Gavin out of my mind for now. The recording was enough to stop him. With nothing else to worry about, my body responded to Luther’s touch without hesitation.
“Oh yes,” I said, smiling. “How about starting with your bedroom?”
He answered with a soft kiss below my ear.
“That is what I like to hear.”
In a flash, he stood up and pulled me to my feet. With his arm wrapped around my waist, we walked toward the elegant ribbon staircase that curved up from the massive living room. I made a silent promise to come back later and take in all the details of the house, it was stunning.
“Wow,” I whispered as we stepped into his bedroom.
A plush turquoise bed sat in the centre, low to the ground, with white and grey bedding that matched the walls perfectly. Large glass doors stood to the side, leading to a patio that overlooked the skyline.
“We will have coffee out there later,” Luther said, noticing how I kept staring. “But right now, I just want to love you.”
He moved behind me and gently pushed my hair over one shoulder, exposing my neck. My heart picked up speed as his fingers traced my skin from my shoulder to my chest.
“You smell amazing,” he said, taking a deep breath and pressing a soft kiss to my neck.
“Luther,” I breathed. The sound barely escaped my throat.
“Yes, baby.”
He slid his hands lower until he cupped my breasts, making me press into him without thinking.
“I am starting to think you hate bras,” I said with a giggle, my voice fading when he rubbed my nipples through the fabric.
“I hate a lot of things,” he muttered as he grabbed my sleeves and pulled my top over my head, leaving me bare for him again. This time, there would be no interruptions.
“And I love a lot of things too,” I whispered, turning around to face him. He thought he was going to lead, but I had other plans.
“Like what?” he asked, his eyes locked on mine.
“Looking into your eyes. Feeling you get hard under my hand.” My fingers moved slowly to the zipper of his jeans. “I could tell you everything… but how about I show you instead?”
I unbuckled his belt, taking my time. Then I unzipped his jeans and tugged them down, revealing the thick shape of him under his briefs.
My breath caught again. He was big, curved, pulsing, and it made my body ache for him.
"You are going to kill me one day," he groaned, his voice rough and low.
That was all it took. I dropped to my knees, my hands already working on his briefs, sliding them down to meet his jeans around his knees.
The moment I saw him, hard, thick, and beautiful, my mouth watered. I wrapped my fingers around the base and gave one slow stroke, watching his face closely.
“Oh, shit,” he hissed, biting down on his bottom lip.
“All mine,” I whispered.
“Yours.”
That word lit a fire in me. I leaned forward and licked from his balls to the base, then swirled my tongue around the head. The taste of his precum hit my tongue, and I moaned softly.
“Fuck,” he groaned, locking eyes with me as I looked up at him through my lashes.
“Mmh,” I hummed, wrapping my lips around just the tip. I started sucking gently, my hand massaging his balls as I worked my mouth on him.
“Deeper, baby. Take me deeper.”
I obeyed. I took him deeper each time I bobbed my head, only managing about half his length, but I stroked what I could not take with my hand, matching the rhythm perfectly.
“Just like that… oh, sweet Jesus.”
His voice made my body tremble. My clit throbbed, and I shifted my hips, desperate for friction. Still sucking him, I reached down and unzipped my shorts with one hand. I slipped my fingers into my underwear, straight to where I needed relief.
“Get up.”
His sudden words made me pause. I pulled away with a soft pop and stood, confused.
Did I do something wrong?
I had spent hours online watching videos, reading tips, trying to be perfect for him. And now he was stopping me?
“I love your mouth on my cock,” he said, helping me out of my shorts and underwear, “but I want to taste you too, while you suck me.”
My heart skipped. “I almost thought you did not like it,” I admitted, stepping toward the bed as he pulled off his shirt. His cock glistened, making my legs tremble.
“Are you kidding? I want more.”
He guided me to lie on my side, facing him. He lay the same way, his mouth perfectly aligned with my wet folds. It was a sideways 69, and I was already aching for what came next.
“Now I can enjoy your mouth while I feast on you,” he said with a grin.
I gripped him again, licking and teasing the head before sliding him back into my mouth.
“Mmh,” I moaned when I felt his tongue parting my folds. Each slow stroke of his tongue sent waves of pleasure up my spine. My hips rocked forward, needing more of him, all while I sucked and stroked his thick length in sync.
“You taste so good,” he rasped against my skin, his breath sending a fresh wave of heat through me.
I pushed myself closer to his face, greedy for his tongue, losing myself in the rhythm of our bodies.
He gave me exactly what I craved, switching between slow, teasing flicks and deep, hungry sucks that made my toes curl.
“Oh God,” I moaned, eyes fluttering shut as another wave of heat rushed through my veins and down my spine.
When I followed him into his bedroom, I hadn’t imagined we'd end up like this, tangled together in a sideways 69, but I was loving every second of it.
“Damn, Charlotte,” he growled.
I stroked him faster and firmer, hollowing my cheeks around his thick length, wanting to bring him closer. Something in me needed to taste all of him, his release, his pleasure, and I worked toward it, drawing him nearer to the edge just as he was doing to me.
We lost ourselves in each other, letting out moans and hums between breaths. My body trembled as the orgasm crashed through me, legs shaking uncontrollably. But he didn’t stop. He kept sucking, lapping up every drop of my pleasure.
Then I felt him twitch, and he groaned into my folds as the first hot spurt hit the back of my throat. I gagged at the sudden rush but managed to swallow, letting the rest flow down my throat. He tasted salty-sweet, raw, real and I decided right then that I loved it.
For a while, we just lay there, catching our breath, wrapped in the warmth of our shared high.
Then he turned to face me and kissed me softly, letting me taste him on his lips. The kiss started slow, but soon he was pressing harder, deeper, until I was moaning into his mouth, my sensitive core already reacting.
My leg curled around his hip, guiding my slick folds against his now-hard-again length. No words were needed, only touch, breath, and instinct.
He reached between us, guiding his cock to my entrance. Without breaking the kiss, he pushed in slowly, stretching me inch by inch until he was buried deep. My body lit up like it was on fire.
“I’ll only stop when you’re sore and unable to take me anymore,” he murmured, his voice a mix of promise and threat.
A shiver ran through me. I knew he meant it. And I wanted every second of it.
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