Page 28 of Crimson Heart

Desperate for a deep breath, he ripped his lips from hers and allowed air to rush into his mouth and his lungs.

“Fuck, babe!”

He looked into her eyes and saw a yellow shimmer reflected back at him. Keeping eye contact, he began to move inside her, withdrawing, then slicing back inside her. Her legs were wrapped around him, and his arms supported her weight, while the wall supported them both. In the position she was in, Charlotte couldn’t move, could only react to his movements. She was at his mercy, and the thought of being in control made him even hornier than he already was. She seemed to know it too, because the way she looked at him, the way breath after breath rolled over her moist lips, indicated surrender.

“Give me more,” she murmured, her hands now slipping down to his ass to increase the impact of his next thrust.

A shudder ran down his spine, and he had to clench his jaw to ward off an imminent orgasm. Taking her like this was even more of a turn-on than he could have imagined. And if he wasn’t careful, he’d come before Charlotte had a chance to climax.

He pulled out of her, breathing hard, before he set her back on her feet.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, a worried look on her face.

“Nothing’s wrong,” he assured her quickly. “But if we continue like this, I’m gonna come too quickly.”

He pressed a kiss to her lips, then took her hand and led her to the iron cage. It took him all of one second to undress her fully. He placed the robe onto the single cot for extra cushioning.

“Lie down, babe,” he ordered.

With a seductive smile, she followed his demand. She spread her thighs, angling one leg.

“Is that what you had in mind?”

Without a reply, he lowered himself to her and dipped his head to her pussy. He licked over her slit and collected the juices that were dripping from her. She tasted delicious. As he began to lick up to her clitoris, teasing her engorged center of pleasure, Charlotte let out a soft moan, confirming that he was doing the right thing.

He could feel her body heating even more, while tiny beads of perspiration covered her skin, and her breathing became ragged. Realizing that she was close to her climax, he doubled his efforts, sucking and licking her clit until he felt a shudder go through her body.

Wanting to feel her pleasure more intensely, he flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up, and plunged into her from behind. He felt her muscles spasm around him like shockwaves and began to thrust in a rapid tempo. To make sure that Charlotte continued to climax, he brought his hand to her pussy again and continued caressing her clit. She let out a gasp, then a moan, and again, the waves of her orgasm hit him like aftershocks of an earthquake. Another wave, and he felt his semen shoot through his erection as he climaxed.

He closed his eyes, reveling in the pleasure that flooded his body. Somehow, he disposed of the condom and pulled Charlotte into his arms before lying down on the cot with her draped over him. Her weight on him felt good, but it wasn’t just the physical closeness that they shared. There was something else. Their breaths were in sync just like their heartbeats. He couldn’t remember ever feeling like this after sleeping with a woman. Once he’d gotten what he wanted, he’d always made a quick exit, but no such thought rose as he was lying on the uncomfortable cot in the musty basement with Charlotte in his arms. Almost as if it didn’t matter where he was, as long as he was with her.

“I wish we could stay here,” she murmured, her breath caressing his chest, her cheek pressed to his skin.

“I’ll figure out something better for tomorrow.”

She lifted her head and looked at him. “I don’t think it can get any better.”

He chuckled and tapped on the tip of her nose. “Oh, that? Yeah, that was amazing. But I was talking about the room and this…” He tapped on the rickety cot. “…very uncomfortable surface.”

“I wish we could be alone somewhere,” she mused.

“Hmm.” He contemplated her words, and a thought hit him. “Tell your brothers tomorrow that you want to go sightseeing in San Francisco. Ask them if they want to show you the city.”

“But how’s that gonna help us have a bit more privacy?”

“Trust me. I’ll make it work.”