Tides and Tidings

Chapter 13

Blythe

C harlie pressed his lips furiously against mine. Our lips moved in tandem, falling into a perfect rhythm while our tongues fought for dominance. We broke the kiss as I gasped for air.

“Do you still want this to be a quickie?” Charlie asked while lying next to me. His blue eyes were dark with lust. When his eyes go from the beautiful light blue they usually are to the deep sapphire they are now, the sex is going to be incredible. I have many data points to prove this to be true.

I shook my head, “Hell no.”

“Good. I have plans for you.”

I could feel myself getting even wetter as he said that. “What’s your plan?”

A smirk spread across his handsome face. “I guess it’s not a plan...more of a request, I suppose.”

I cocked an eyebrow, unsure of where this was going. All I knew was that I needed Charlie to rip off my clothes and make me his own. I reached for his belt buckle. “Which is?”

He grabbed my wrist, “Not yet, baby,” he purred. “Right now, you’re going to give me a little show. Play with yourself.”

I was very much okay with this plan. “I—uh.”

His smirk grew as he unbuttoned my jeans and took my hand, sliding it down to the spot that was desperate for attention.

“You want just to watch me play?” I confirmed.

“More than anything. Do whatever you would do if I weren’t around.” Charlie stood in front of me as I shimmied out of my jeans.

“Is that a treat for me?” He motioned to my red thong. I left it on because Charlie always went rabid for it. It didn’t matter if I was wearing it under my grandmother’s muumuu or a sundress; if he caught a glimpse of it, we headed straight to the bedroom.

If this man wanted a show, that’s exactly what I would give him. I decided flirting would be the best way to torture him, “It is. I figured it was a special night.”

Charlie bit his bottom lip and reached for his belt buckle.

“What are you doing?”

He stopped at my question, “I was going to handle business while you did.”

I sat up to remove my bra and top, completely exposing myself to him except for the red fabric. “You’ll leave your clothes on until I tell you not to.”

The man could’ve melted into a puddle right then and there. I’m not the bossy type in the bedroom, so I could tell that while it caught him off-guard, the man certainly didn’t mind.

I leaned back against the pillows and spread my legs wide. I ran my fingers over the thin fabric—I was soaked. Genuinely wetter than I have ever been in my life. I need to replenish my liquids after this.

Charlie stared back at me, eyes wide. “You’re sure I can’t join you in the naked club?”

“Did I say you could?”

He shook his head.

“Then I guess you have your answer,” I winked.

I traced the spot where the wetness was. “Do you see how wet I am?”

His eyes traveled up and down my body, taking it all in. “I sure do.”

I teased my clit through the material and felt the electricity course through my veins. I was giving Charlie a show. There wasn’t much more I enjoyed sexually than when he would rub my clit through my panties. I don’t know if it was the extra friction or what, but it drove me crazy in the best way possible.

“My jeans are constricting. Can I take them off?”

I pretended to think about it, but I wanted to see how he would physically respond to what I was doing and was about to do.

“You may join the naked club.”

He nodded before he unbuckled his belt, and his pants fell to the floor. He lifted off his shirt in one swift motion, revealing his chiseled body. You’re not supposed to judge a book by its cover, but Charlie Hannigan is another story.

I continued rubbing my clit faster with my right hand while my left found my pebbled nipple. A soft moan escaped my mouth as I pinched hard. I had found the ideal amount of pressure on my clit that made my insides feel like Jell-O.

Charlie motioned to the thong, “If you don’t take that off soon and let me see that pretty pussy of yours, I’m going to rip it off myself.”

I could practically hear myself getting wetter. My fingers hooked around the thin band of material hugging my hips and pulled it down. The small undergarment hanging around my ankle was kicked to the floor.

“This is so hot.” Charlie blew the air in his cheeks, “ You are so hot.” He knelt at the edge of the bed for the ideal view.

“Then you better buckle up.”

Charlie gulped before his hand found its way to his hard-as-stone dick. “This is all because of you. After you’re done putting on your little show for me, I’m going to fuck you hard.”

“Is that a promise or a threat?” I dipped a finger into my wet core to feel some relief from the sexual tension that’s been building.

“Promise.” His eyes were saucers, “Oh, that looks so good. Can you put two fingers in for me?”

I did as he asked and slid two fingers into my soaked pussy. I slowly slid them in and out, stroking my spot while my other hand worked my clit. The two motions started to form a pit in my core.

I looked at Charlie to see if he was enjoying himself. His hand was going feverishly up and down his shaft. “You can put on a show for me whenever you want. I have the best view in the world.”

Hearing that sent an electric jolt through my body and the orgasm I had been putting off came barreling through. “Oh!” I writhed against the sheets while Charlie stared at me with the hungriest eyes I’ve seen. Every nerve ending in my body felt like it was shocked.

“My turn.” Charlie crawled over and lowered himself, hovering over me. “Hands and knees,” he whispered.

I obliged, resting my elbows on a pillow with my ass up in the air. Charlie positioned himself behind me. He took his shaft and slid it from my soaking-wet opening to my swollen clit and then back. Tingles spread through my body.

“I don’t think you’ve ever been this wet before.”

He teased my slit with his tip before slowly sliding inside me. I stretched around him and felt full. “That feels so good.”

One of Charlie’s hands found the nape of my neck and pressed slightly, driving me mad. I take back what I said earlier —a neck grab is better than rubbing your clit through fabric. Maybe .

He painstakingly slowly started to pump in and out of me. Heat radiated through my body and I shivered.

“Are you okay?” he paused, concern in his voice.

“I’ve never been better. Whatever you’re doing, please don’t stop.” I begged.

“I have no intention of stopping anytime soon.” His left hand released my neck and found its way to my left breast while his right made its way to my ass. Both hands squeezed and my body was sent into pure ecstasy. Charlie kept his word and gave me a hard fucking.

“I’m gonna—” I came. Hard.

“Fuck!” Charlie’s movements got jerky and I felt him spill inside me.

We stayed in the same position for a moment, our chests heaving. Charlie went to the bathroom to grab some tissues. When he returned, I was laying against the pillows.

“You look comfy,” he observed. He handed me a tissue to clean up.

I shimmied further into the pillows. “This mattress makes me want to buy a new one when we get home.”

He laid down next to me. “We can make that happen. We’re due for a new one.”

Charlie’s eyelids were getting heavy. “Are you sure you don’t want to just take a good nap before dinner?”

I rested my head on his chest and felt my whole body relax. When I was next to him, I was at peace. He quieted the storms in my head.

“As wonderful as that sounds, it’s a beautiful day and we have plans!” I sprung up from the bed and looked in the mirror, “I probably need to go fix my hair again…”

Charlie stood up behind me; our naked bodies pressed together. “You sure do,” he kissed my neck, “We both need to re-up on our perfume and cologne because we reek of sex.”

I turned and kissed his chest, “You’re not wrong. Let me go get cleaned up and we can head out.”

“I’ll get changed.” He grabbed his clothes on the bed. “Hey, Bee?” he called as I entered the bathroom.

“Yeah?”

“We have six hours now.” I could hear the smirk in his voice.