Meant to Be

Chapter 5

Charlie

She cupped my face and stuck her tongue down my throat. She was not messing around – she meant business. She took off her shirt and I followed her lead and did the same. Soon her bra flew off and I looked at her in pure admiration. She had stretch marks on her breasts and a big, deep scar from between them and all the way down to the right side of her belly button. I ran my finger across her scar and looked at her. I could see in her eyes that she felt insecure about it but to me, she looked stunning.

I turned her arms around so I could see her wrists and I could finally run my thumb over her tattoo. She was watching my every move before she leaned closer to me and started sucking on my neck.

I unzipped her jeans and she put her hand on my crotch. Her eyes sparkled when she felt how hard I was. She stood up and took off her jeans and I did the same with my sweatpants and boxers.

She sat back on me and rubbed herself against my dick. Fuck, she was so wet. She grabbed my neck with her right hand and looked me straight in my eyes. The fact that she wasn't shy at all made her so sexy. Without breaking eye contact she sat on my dick and I let out a loud groan which brought a naughty smirk to her lips.

She started to move her hips up and down, biting her lips, still looking at me. I was beginning to feel dizzy and I wasn't sure if it was from the Fire Whiskey or the fact how good she felt. Damn, I was hard for her. This was insane!

Is this how it feels like having sex with someone you connect with? Is this it? I heard people say that it's so much better if you're with someone you care for. But I was in love before and it didn't feel like this.

The sensation I was getting from our bodies being together was so much more than I thought a human could feel. I swear I never felt like this before, it should be illegal how good it was. My body was shaking with all the pleasure running through it.

Even though I know it was wrong on so many levels, it felt so right. As if everything I ever did in my life; every decision I have ever made led to this moment and it finally happened.

I noticed she was getting weak, her breaths got faster and deeper. I gently pushed her away from me. She slouched her back and put her hands on my knees behind her. I helped her bounce with my left hand, licked two of my fingers on my right, and pressed them on her clit.

Her eyes rolled into her skull and she let out a loud moan that filled the whole lower floor of the house. What a melody for my ears! I put more pressure on her button and moved her hips faster up and down.

She put her hands on her breasts and started playing with them. She was getting tighter and I knew she was close. Just looking at her enjoying every second of it was bringing me close to the edge.

"Cum for me, baby," I whispered to her.

"Oh, Charlie." The way she said my name fried my brain. I never wanted it to end.

"Charlie."

"Charlie? Charlie, are you alive?" I opened my eyes and saw Bill waving a hand in front of my face. I sat up so abruptly that I heard something pop in my spine. My action made papers fly all around me and I rubbed my eyes, the sunlight being too bright.

Papers?

I looked around me and saw pieces of parchment everywhere. On the floor, on the coffee table, on the sofa next to me. I was covered with a blanket and my eyes widened when I realized it was the next morning.

I looked down in panic and saw that I had my boxers on and my t-shirt. I looked at the kitchen table and it was empty. Was I dreaming? Was the whole night just a dream?