Tides and Tidings

Chapter 5

Charlie

“W hat?” I was confused. Have I died and gone to heaven? Is this what could happen if I pawned Wren off on my parents more often?

“I said to turn off the stove, Charlie.”

I wasn’t moving quickly enough because she closed the gap between us, reached around and turned off the stove.

“The water was boiling. I thought you were hungry.” I tried to reason with her despite every ounce of blood draining from my head.

“I’m hungry for something else.” Her eyes were dark with desire, and she pulled my shirt over her head, standing in front of me in nothing but a black lace thong. I’m unsure if it was the neck kiss or the wine coursing through her body, but I was more than down.

I lifted her, “Let’s go to bed.” I muttered between hungry kisses.

“No, let’s do it right here.”

I pulled away from her, “In the kitchen?”

She nodded, “Is there something wrong with that?”

“Fuuuck no.” We were never this spontaneous, and I’ve never been more turned on.

I placed her on the counter and spread her legs wide. Blythe leaned on her elbows, propping herself up to be able to see what I was doing. Hooking my fingers around the thin band of fabric hugging her narrow waist, I slowly pulled the thong down and chucked it across the room. Blythe was staring into my soul, begging me to do her favorite thing and I was about to oblige happily.

I slipped out of my T-shirt, leaving my gray sweatpants in place. I gripped the countertop and placed a trail of kisses painstakingly slow down her body and she responded accordingly. A small moan escaped her mouth as I slid a finger deep into her.

“You’re so wet.”

“You know what I want,” she muttered breathlessly.

“What would you like?”

“I need you inside of me.”

“Patience, my love. You teased me all afternoon by just wearing a T-shirt. Let me have my fun with you.”

I rubbed her clit with my thumb to make sure it was nice and sensitive for what I was going to do to her. I lowered my head and found the Promised Land. I swirled my tongue around her clit in the little circles that I know drive her crazy. Still keeping my rhythm, I glanced up to see Blythe’s head thrown back in ecstasy.

“Is this okay?” I questioned, proud of the job I was doing.

“You don’t even have to ask.”

I dipped my tongue deep inside her wet slit. “You taste so good, baby.”

A diabolical grin spread across her face, “Wanna share?”

I’m not sure how it was possible, but I got even harder. “Do you want a taste of your perfect pussy?”

She nodded furiously. I lapped up some of the wetness and positioned myself against her lips. Blythe grabbed the back of my head and pulled me closer, deepening the kiss.

I shifted back down and got back to work. While I expertly worked her sensitive clit, I slid two fingers inside her. I stroked the spot deep inside her that made her weak in the knees.

Blythe’s back was arching, her tell-tale sign that she was about to come. Her hips involuntarily bucked up, pressing my tongue harder against her clit.

“Charlie, I—” she couldn’t finish what she was going to say because she clamped down on my fingers. Her head fell back as waves of ecstasy rippled through her body. Making her come was my favorite thing to do. Watching her writhe in pure pleasure because of something I did made me feel like I was on top of the world.

“That’s better,” I paused, taking in the sight of her. “Now what do you want?”

“I want you to fuck me right here on the floor.”

“That’s my good girl.”