Let Me Fly (10 page)

Charlie scrubbed his hands down his face, reached behind his neck, tightly gripping his muscles as if he were in pain. “There is no reason to be embarrassed, Bryn. The fact that you are uncertain of yourself makes this mean something to both of us. Sex is very personal for me, and it makes me feel like Superman that you trust me enough to take you there after what you’ve been through.”

His words were like a balm to her shattered ego, making her decision to continue easy. Bryn reached up, pulling his hands from behind his head. Clasping their hands together, she started to lie back down on the bed, pulling Charlie’s body with her. “I don’t know if I have any triggers, but if something bothers me, I will say something.”

Charlie lifted her hands back over her head, but this time did not let go. Their arms were intertwined as he shifted his weight to his knees, which were resting on either side of her hips. Bryn could feel that Charlie was avoiding lying on top of her, which was a good idea. She was sure that neither one of them would want to find out if that was a trigger for her and deal with a panic attack. But, in this moment, Bryn felt protected, even safe. There was no panic flooding her body as he nuzzled her neck, grazing her pulsing vein with his teeth, sending strange sensations across her flesh. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he kissed, sucked and licked every inch of her overheated skin on the way down her body, spending extra time on each of her nipples, making them painfully erect. He used his tongue to flick each one back and forth, gently biting down until Bryn whimpered.

“Still with me, kitten?” Charlie asked as he moved down to her belly, placing kisses along her navel.

“Oh God, yes, just don’t stop. That feels wonderful.”

Charlie chuckled as he scooted down the bed, moving his knees in between her thighs, pushing her legs out. “I will make you come twice like this, Bryn,” softly caressing her slick folds with his fingers, he continued, “then I will make you come one more time with me buried deep inside you.” He parted her labia, inching his mouth closer to her pussy until she could feel his breath on her sensitive skin. “Are you ready, Bryn?”

Words failed to leave her throat, all that she could do was mewl her plea, as her hips tried to rise up off the bed. “Be. Still. I want you to only be able to feel my tongue on your clit, and my fingers deep inside your incredibly wet pussy.” Following his orders, Bryn held still, clutching the pillow for support.

“That’s my girl.”

Every nerve in her body lit up the second his mouth dove in between her folds. He didn’t immediately target her clit, he made tantalizing circles around it with his tongue, closing in, and then backing off. Bryn panted as he continued to evade her clit, making her whimper in need. “Please, Charlie, please.”

A deep rumble came out of his chest as he closed his lips around her clit, pulling back to bring the nub out from its hood. Her orgasm quickly crashed over her body in waves, making her heart pound in her chest. She let out a strangled cry as the heat passed out of her limbs, releasing her. Floating back down from the high, she squeaked out, “That was awesome.”

“Oh, that was just an appetizer, Bryn. Do you want a break, or are you ready to go again?”

Bryn never really came all the way back down, still riding in between need and want. Her muscles deep inside tensed up thinking about having another orgasm, but there was no way she could stop now. Knowing now what kind of ecstasy he could unleash on her, she wanted more. Needed more. “I’m ready, Charlie. You know what I need, please give it to me.”

“My pleasure, kitten. This time, I am going to push you further. Tell me if it’s too much.”

The fingers of one hand honed in on her sensitive clit as he rimmed her opening with two fingers of his other hand. At first, she wanted to evade the pressure on her clit, then it quickly morphed into exquisite torture as he gently caressed the protrusion with his thumb. His other fingers were inching their way inside her core, stretching her enough to make her gasp.

“Still with me, Bryn?”

“Oh God, yes, Charlie. I trust you not to hurt me. You don’t have to be careful anymore. Please, don’t hold back. Please.”

His answer came to her as a guttural groan from deep inside his chest. He quickly breached all the way inside her pussy with his two fingers, causing her hips to lift off the bed. She could feel his fingers curling up, stroking a spot inside her body that made her insides light up, her muscles clutching at his fingers. “Oh shit. That feels so good,” she said on a moan, whimpering when his fingers pulled out, leaving her empty. Three fingers delved inside her core this time, pumping in and out, making her writhe and twist her head back and forth.

Bryn was losing her senses to the pleasure, as Charlie leaned down, closing his lips around her painfully erect clit. The orgasm started slower this time, increasing as his fingers plunged in and out in a perfect rhythm. Shards of white light pierced her vision as the feelings crescendoed, reaching all the way out to her fingertips and toes. Without knowing it, Bryn had let go of the pillow with her hands, now using them to cover her aching breasts.

Feeling somewhat sated, she smiled as her breathing became calmer, taking a deep breath to soothe her battered nerves. Bryn lifted her head off the pillow, looking to see where Charlie had gone. He hadn’t even left the bed, sitting close to the footboard, head down, breathing heavily. Propping up on her elbows, Bryn scooted her butt under her body so that she was sitting up again. She could see that he was extremely aroused, the evidence tenting his boxers. Bryn reached out to touch him, but he grabbed her wrist, startling her.

“Are you okay?” she quietly asked, praying that she hadn’t hurt him.

Through closed eyes, Charlie gritted, “Bryn, if you touch me right now, I will embarrass myself. Give me a second.” His voice cracked as he spoke, making her furrow her eyes together.

“Did I do something wrong, Charlie?”

His blue-green eyes seemed much darker now when his gaze locked with hers, “Hell, no, Bryn. If that were any more perfect, I would have died. You don’t know how much a responsive woman can turn a man on.”

“I think I did die there for a minute,” Bryn giggled.

Charlie let out a strangled chuckle as he leaned down, resting his forehead on Bryn’s thigh, his hair brushing her stomach. He was still trying to catch his breath.

“I wouldn’t last ten seconds inside your sweet pussy, Bryn. I think I will just go finish off in the shower. You’ve had enough anyway.”

Bryn tipped forward, digging her nail into Charlie’s lower back. Lightly scoring his skin as she pulled back, goose bumps broke out across his skin. “Uh uh, no dice, stud. You promised that I would come three times. I really, really want to feel you inside of me. Once more, I want it. I need it. Please, Charlie.”

Charlie lifted his head, “I can’t promise how long I will last, but your body is so hot, so sensitive. I know I can make you come again.” He stretched up to gently kiss her lips. Bryn could taste her own arousal on his lips.

“You’re mighty sure of yourself, Charlie.”

His wicked smile made her insides clench as he whispered in her ear, “No, I already found your sweet spot, Bryn. All those years of anatomy lessons, and I finally found an exquisite specimen that I can explore inch by sweet inch.”

Quickly sitting up, Charlie reached over Bryn’s body to the nightstand, pulling out a condom. She took advantage of his position, running her hands down his taut stomach muscles, gripping the band of his boxers as she tugged them down. His thick cock sprung free, jutting straight out from his body. Bryn remembered his precaution about touching, holding her hands at her sides as Charlie unfurled the latex down over his shaft. Positioning himself in between her legs, he slowly brushed his cock across her sensitive folds, making her whimper with need.

“I really got you primed, didn’t I, kitten? I’m gonna take you hard and fast. Brace yourself.” Charlie grabbed her ass with both hands, lifting her butt off the bed as he impaled her in one swift stroke.

“Argh!” she cried out as Charlie pistoned in and out of her body. He adjusted his hips, searching for the spot inside her that made her spine go limp. Charlie smiled when Bryn’s pants turned into a steady mewl, when he found her sweet spot again. Time slowed as their bodies melded together, delicious friction stirring sensations that Bryn had long since buried. A powerful orgasm was building deep inside her body, causing her channel to swell, clutching his cock each time he pulled back. Bryn screamed as her skin ignited, bolts of lightning shooting from her pussy as it milked Charlie’s cock, drawing out their ecstasy. Bryn could feel Charlie’s cock swell as his groaning turned into a constant plea, “Yeeeessssss!”

Charlie’s strokes slowed as he eased them both back down from what was the most intense orgasm Bryn had ever experienced. Her eyelids were heavy as Charlie lay next to her on the bed, pulling her into his side. It was only seconds before sleep took them both.

B
ryn’s body woke her from a deep sleep, her bladder demanding attention immediately. Trying to slip out from Charlie’s arm, Bryn shimmied down and out from the weight of his arm. He stirred when she finally pulled out from under his grasp, but thankfully he curled his arms under his chest, quietly snoring again. The bedroom has an en-suite bathroom, only accessible from the inside of the room, with a sliding pocket door. Bryn decided to go downstairs and use the full-size bathroom to keep from waking Charlie. She grabbed her tote bag on the way down the spiral staircase, needing to run a brush through her hopelessly tangled hair.

Once she had freshened up, she dug through her bag to find something comfortable to wear. The only things she had left in the bag were a pair of embellished skinny jeans and a one shoulder embellished tank-top. Neither item would provide much comfort, so Bryn picked up the shorts and t-shirt she had thrown in the corner before she put on her bikini this afternoon. Both items were hopelessly wrinkled, and the shorts had gotten wet from a damp wash cloth that fell off the corner of the bathroom sink, landing directly on her clothes.

Bryn saw her bikini pieces lying outside near the staircase down to the beach. Not wanting to be a slob, she walked outside to pick them up. She grinned as she neared the staircase, remembering the savage look he had given her when he sprinted up the stairs to catch her.
Being overpowered by that man is such a turn-on,
Bryn thought as she made her way back to the house.

The lower level of the house was covered by a long deck on the first floor, completely shaded from the sun in the late summer afternoon. Bryn hadn’t noticed before that the only place to sit on the lower cement patio was a single swinging hammock chair, hanging from the deck above. It was nice and cool out here, even with the air temperature being over ninety degrees today and slightly humid. Bryn didn’t know if Charlie was a light sleeper or not, deciding against going back inside and chancing waking him. Walking over to the swinging chair, Bryn studied it to see how she could get in it. She turned around and backed up to the seat, but it was too high for her to lean back and hop in.

“It’s set for my height, kitten. Careful you don’t fall,” Charlie chuckled, walking outside. She hadn’t heard him coming down the stairs, or even slide the door open.

Bryn flushed, realizing that he had watched her obvious lack of grace with the swing. “I was only trying to stay outside to keep from waking you.”

Sensing her embarrassment, Charlie walked over to her, capturing her hands in his. “It’s strong enough for both of us to sit in,” he said, bringing her back over to the swing. Gracefully, he slid onto the seat, pulling her in between his legs. He scooted back as far as he could in the seat, still tightly holding onto her waist. Bryn squeaked as Charlie lifted her body like it weighed nothing, pulling her so that she straddled his legs. The swing started swaying back and forth, making Bryn feel dizzy. She leaned into his bare chest, her head resting on his shoulder. Taking a deep breath, she inhaled his heavenly scent, light and minty. Her left hand splayed across his chest, lightly skimming through his dusting of dark chest hair. Bryn could feel Charlie’s thigh muscles contract and release under her as he pumped his legs back and forth to keep the swing moving. He was brushing his fingertips up and down her back, tracing the line of her spine.

Bryn yawned as she lay in his arms, listening to the waves quietly lap on the shoreline. A few birds trilled a chorus, as Bryn and Charlie enjoyed the serenity of a leisurely Sunday. Charlie shifted underneath her, making her knees almost slip off the seat, dumping her on the cement patio.

Bryn giggled as she righted herself on his lap again, “Fuck, I thought you were going to drop me on my ass, Charlie.”

Bryn could feel Charlie’s hands freeze on her back, then quickly his right hand jerked up and off her back, landing a firm swat on her rear-end. Feigning arrogance, she straightened her back, before looking at his handsome face, marred with a deep grimace. She tried to playfully copy his facial expression, with one eyebrow cocked high over the other. They continued to stare at each other until Bryn finally caved, relaxing her shoulders, sinking back into his body. “I’m sorry,” she said into his shoulder, “I know you don’t like it when I swear, Charlie.”