Wesley

{chapter one}

His palms were glued to her waist, guiding her up and down. Her head was thrown back and slurred words were the only thing escaping her mouth. Adonis' breathing was rigged, never steady. His hair was sweaty

and stuck to his forehead, the rest of it messy and being pulled on by Charlotte. Adonis felt like he was in heaven, how soft and slick she was, how she gripped him just right. When she almost came off him, he would slam her hips back down and thrust up. He could feel her insides clinch when he did this, and her moans only grew louder and louder. Adonis was close, very close. He could tell Charlotte was too but being the gentlemen, he was he would prefer if he finished last.

Adonis was already sitting up against his wall in his bed. Charlottes tits were right in front of his face, practically mesmerizing him. He grabbed her hips and stilled her for a moment. She took this opportunity to slowly and barely buck her hips back and forth, craving and form of friction. Her walls were spasming around him, gripping his dick like no tomorrow. His mouth gravitated towards her left breast. He left small and large love bites all over her chest. Everyone he would kiss after being left. He drew her nipple into his mouth and gave soft yet firm flicks with his tongue. His right hand was on her tit, copying with his fingers what he would doing with his tongue.

Charlotte gripped Adonis' hair and pulled; she couldn't help herself. Adonis moaned while his mouth was still busy, making her even more bothered. Finally, his left hand slowly traced patterns down her thighs, skipping everywhere but when she wanted him most.

"Adonis please. I can't take much more," she pleaded. He let out a little chuckle and let go of her breast. His head flew back and gentle landed on the wall. His hand that was previously on her went to her neck, he didn't squeeze the side, but it was almost as a behave gesture. He finally dipped down to clit. Before he even had a chance to caress her, she flinched back and her pussy gripped his cock even tighter. "Sensitive are we Charlotte?"

She muttered a small yes and dipped her head down to the crook of his neck. He went back to her clit and gently played with it. She started moving on his dick faster and faster, his hand let go of her neck and went back down her hip, the other stayed where it was edging her closer and closer. She was starting to get sloppy; her head was in the clouds.

She moaned his name, over and over. Slowly Charlotte brought him back to his orgasm. She was much further then him however, practically about to bust.

And she did. One last flick to her sensitive pussy sent her screaming his name. Her knees started to buckle, but she kept riding out or orgasm. Adonis' 'moans filled the air now. Her pussy got even more wet and Adonis could feel the moisture dripping from her thighs and pooling between them. She muttered small a thank you on his lips.

"For what?" Adonis asked with a smirk.

"Thank you- for letting me finish," she gently kissed his lips and all over his cheeks. "I'm not done yet Angel."

She froze.

Within a second Adonis had flipped them over, now Charlottes back was on the bed. Her legs were still wrapped around Adonis, but he wasn't inside her. She looked down between them and saw the red tip, almost angry looking. His dick looked rock solid and almost like one little touch would set him off.

Charlotte chuckled and Adonis put forth his weight on his elbows. "Be a dear and let me finish?" Charlotte gave a quick nod with a large smile.

She grabbed the throbbing cock between them and rubbed the tip between her slit, from teasing her hole, to rubbing against her clit. That almost threw him off. His whimpers were like music, but like bass notes. Charlotte moans were like the melody.