Page 9 of Crimson Heart

When he snatched the hem of her top, she severed the kiss and allowed him to pull the sweater over her head. He gasped when he saw what she wore beneath it: nothing at all. Her breasts bounced, and her nipples stood to attention.

“Perfect,” he murmured to himself, before lifting his gaze to her face.

The color of her eyes had changed from a bright green to a mixture of yellow and green, the color of her wolf’s eyes.

“You’re beautiful.” He cupped her breasts, squeezing them while her hard nipples rubbed against his palms.

Unable to resist, he pushed her backwards until her back was against the wall, before he dipped his head to her luscious breasts. He sucked one nipple into his mouth while kneading both breasts. Ragged moans bounced against the walls of the flat. He let the nipple pop from his mouth.

“Touch me,” he demanded, before he licked her other nipple.

Charlie accepted his invitation without hesitation. She tugged on his long-sleeved Polo shirt, pushing it up.

“Take it off!” she ordered, her voice infused with the same urgency that he felt.

He let go of her breasts for a second and pulled his shirt over his head. His chest naked now, he pulled her to him crushing her full breasts. He kissed her again, this time taking the lead. He smelled her arousal more intensely now, and the scent called to him; it demanded he touch her.

His lips still on hers, he popped the button of her pants open, then lowered the zipper. He slipped his hand underneath her panties, feeling her damp curls before moving lower to her soaked pussy. The moment he slid his fingers along her wet cleft, she moaned into his mouth. He swallowed the sound and felt it reverberate in his chest. He’d always loved making a woman lose control, and he knew instinctively that it would be even more epic with Charlie. She didn’t hold back, didn’t play games, didn’t show any shame or embarrassment about what she wanted and needed.

He ripped his lips from hers and looked into her eyes, while he continued to caress her soft folds.

“Damn, babe, you weren’t wrong when you said you were horny.”

Her breath was ragged, her eyes half closed, her mouth open, moans and sighs rolling over her lips.

“Then you should give me what I need.”

He gathered more moisture from her pussy and moved his finger upwards until he found her clit. When he touched it, Charlie gasped out loud.

“Is that what you had in mind?” he teased.

He was glad that he was intimately familiar with the female body and knew what a woman really needed to climax. It wasn’t about fucking her with his big cock, though he would let her ride his cock later. It was about finding the right rhythm and tempo, the right pressure with which to stimulate her clitoris. He had to show her first that her pleasure mattered to him, that he wasn’t a selfish lover.

And a woman like Charlie most likely also needed to hear the right words to let go and give up control. He was more than willing to do just that.

“I love how your pussy feels,” he whispered into her ear. “Damn, you’re wet. And I haven’t even started yet.”

A moan released from her throat, and he reveled in the sound.

He hummed. “You like me caressing your clit? Is that what you do when you’re alone? Huh, Charlie? Do you touch yourself like that?”

A gasp. “Yes, just like that.”

Pleased with her reply, he increased his tempo. “Tell me, do you want me inside you?”

“Yes!”

He plunged his middle finger deep into her welcoming pussy and felt her muscles clench around him. She was drenched in her juices, and she was tight. He could barely wait to drive his cock into her.

“Fuck!” he cursed and pulled his finger out again, then resumed caressing her clit.

It was best not to think of his own needs right now. He needed Charlie to climax first. He brought his lips back to hers and captured them, kissing her passionately, exploring her with his tongue, while he continued to rub his finger over her clit with ever-increasing speed.

He felt her breathing change and knew what was waiting in the wings. A few more seconds were all she needed. When he felt her spasm under his touch, he slowed his finger and caressed her gently now, before he slid his finger into her pussy. Her interior muscles closed around him, and he stilled his movements, enjoying the waves that marked the ebbing of her orgasm.

He released her lips and pressed his forehead to hers. “Fuck, babe, I love this feeling.”

The feeling of being inside a woman when her guard was down, when she was completely relaxed, so he could shower her with the attention and pleasure she wanted but didn’t even know how to ask for. Just like he would do with Charlie now.