stroking, soothing, tasting while Luke caressed her cunt.
Charlie spread her legs wider and when he grazed two fingers over her clit, her hips rolled, pushing upward, seeking more. The slick slide of his fingers was deliciously sinful, decadent as he explored her.
Luke tore his mouth from hers, her whimper at its loss banging in her ears. His mouth traveled down along her neck, sipping, tasting, leaving behind a moist trail of lips and tongue, all the while, he stoked her pussy, slow, persistent, strokes, dragging his fingers up and down.
Heat rose in her belly, settling there, simmering, building until she panted her need. “Please,” she muttered, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, her head slung back over the arm of the couch.
When his mouth covered her navel, he whispered against her skin, “Please what, Charlie? Do you want my mouth on you? My tongue inside you?"
Oh, Jesus. “Yesssss."
Luke wasted no time then, his large hands spread her thighs, draping one over his shoulder and sliding his hands under her ass, he dragged her to his mouth.
The contact was exquisite. The soft kiss he placed on the lips of her cunt shot jagged pangs to her womb, making it contract sharply. The first stroke of his tongue, wet, silky, rasping along every exposed part of her, made her toes curl and her hips lift higher to draw him as close to her as she could.
Luke circled her clit, at first simply mouthing it, his hot breath stirring another, higher plane of lust in her, and then surrounding it, suckling until her head thrashed and her body shook.
The soft hair on his head rubbed enticingly against her thighs when she clamped them tighter around him, making her moan with pleasure. Release was so near, Charlie's head spun and when Luke inserted a finger into her swollen passage, she couldn't stop the tidal wave of orgasm.
The soft, wet slurp of his tongue on her, coupled with the plunge of his finger into her, made her finally lose all control. Her climax was almost painful, touching every nerve ending until she cried out from the intense fire it wrung from her body.
She gasped, arching her spine, lingering against his mouth until each shudder had passed, until she could no longer hold herself up. The aftermath had her clinging to the sides of the couch with fingers that ached from hanging on.
Luke crawled up along her body, stroking her length with his large hands, sweeping his fingers over every intimate part of her body until he rested his frame over hers. Looking down at her, his eyes were clouded, darker than they usually were, but Charlie couldn't read what they meant. He looked as though he wanted to speak, but she didn't want any words.
She just wanted him.
Draping her arms over his shoulders, Charlie pulled him into a kiss, deep, hot, wet, tasting herself on his lips before she pulled away and slid down between his legs. He rose above her, gripping the arm of the couch, growling out his pleasure when she grasped his cock and pressed her tongue to it.
Her hands found his balls, rolling them gently between her fingers before she took every last inch of his shaft between her lips and slowly consumed him. He was hard and soft all at once in her mouth, his rigid length pulsing against her lips as she took him in slow strokes. Lips and tongue explored the salty taste of his cock, sweeping along its length over and over. Charlie gripped his thighs, kneading the hard muscle, drawing him deeper, suctioning him until she'd created a tight vacuum with her mouth.
Luke gripped her hair, pushing and pulling, driving into her until his hiss of approval led to him yanking his cock from her with a popping sound. His breathing was ragged and harsh as he hauled her body back upward to lie beneath his. Big hands shoved her thighs apart and then he hovered over her, his jaw clenched.
Charlie whimpered with a lift of her lower body, offering herself to him without fear, yet he hesitated.
He leaned forward, brushing a kiss to