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TWENTY-ONE

smut. 

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Out of all things that could've happened on this trip, I consider this to have been the least probable one. I even thought we'd rather murder each other. Maybe hurt each other physically, broken bones and all. I thought we'd leave this place hating each other more than before. When in reality, it turned out we're not hating each other at all. 

He pushes me further back until my calves hit the bed frame, making me gasp into his mouth. His strong hands are now on my waist, sliding underneath my shirt. When his fingers meet my burning skin, shivers travel down my spine. Slowly, he slides my shirt up until we have to break the kiss so he can take it off of me. My chest is heaving intensely, and when I can look at him again, my tee now on the floor beside the bed, his ocean eyes sting right into mine. 

"Charlie," he pants, heavily breathing and his hands on my naked waist again, "The truth is, I wanted you since the day I walked into that shared office of ours and saw you sitting there."

My breath stumbles in my throat and it feels like my entire body is melting. His voice is husky and hoarse and it makes me want to kiss him again. So I do. While my hands gather the fabric of his t-shirt, I press my lips onto his again, letting my tongue slide into his mouth first. I want to let him know that I want him, too. So much that my mind is empty.

When he is also shirtless, I run my palms up and down his bare skin as if I had to make sure it is real. It is. His hands fiddle with the clasp of my bralette and eventually open it, tossing it to the side carelessly. I realize we're both utterly naked from the waist up now. His gaze drops to my naked breasts, and I see how his lips part slightly at the sight. To my surprise, it doesn't feel weird to know he's looking at me like this. It rather makes me feel more desired than ever. It makes me want more.

"Holy shit," he mutters under his breath, and when his hands cup my breasts, thumbs stroking across their most sensitive spot, I can't hold back the moan that escapes my lips. My eyes flutter shut at the sensation. He's so gentle yet determined as he softly massages the flesh, his lips placing pecks on the corner of my mouth, then my jawline, then my neck. I throw my head back, my hands grasping onto him for support. 

"Shit," I blurt out when his kisses have reached my breasts, his lips find my nipples, his tongue now sliding across them. Lustful whimpers leave my agape mouth. "God, yes."

He abruptly stops, making me look up at him again with slight disappointment in my amber eyes. His lips have curled up into a wicked smile. He enjoys testing what effect he can have on me.

His fingers quickly open up my pants and pull them down a little so they fall to my ankles by themselves. I step out of them and kick them aside. Now, all I'm left with is my panties. The heat in my lower stomach piles up more and more and almost becomes unbearable. My body aches for him to touch me again. He nudges me backward, and I fall back onto the mattress, knees angled over the edge of the bed. When I look up, he is gone. And moments later, I feel why. 

He's kneeled down between my legs and now pulls me toward him. My panties leave my body, and I'm utterly naked under his gaze. I prop myself up on my elbows. Seeing his face hovering right by the spot that aches for him the most at this moment makes me tingle all over. He places kisses on my inner thighs, making me whimper. I yearn for him to touch me. I want him.

"Oh Charlie, look at you," he purrs, and his hands rub up and down my legs until they rest at the crease where my thighs and torso connected, gently pushing my legs apart. 

When he presses one quick kiss onto my pulsating bundle of nerves, I moan frantically, thankful for the lack of neighbors. Just this little action has me moaning like this... The impact he has on me, on my body... 

"You like when I do that?" he asks quietly, glaring up at me from behind his lashes, and I stare back at him, nodding faintly. I can't do more at this moment, my throat is dry and my mind fuzzy. I only know that I want him to do that again.

He goes down on me again, and I let myself go, my back hitting the mattress again, my hands grasping onto the sheets. My eyes are pressed shut as his tongue slides across my wetness, his teeth gently nibbling on the sensitive skin. Suddenly, one finger joins his mouth, circling the most sensitive place down there with increasing pressure. It drives me insane. Another moan fills the room as he enjoyingly hums against me, his stubble adding to the sensation.

"Sebastian, please," I moan, and then, he stops. He pulls away from my core, and when I open my eyes, I see his flushed face searching my gaze. I tilt my head. "What?"

"Do you even know how hot you sound when you moan my name like this?"

His raspy answer makes my body tense up with utter desire. I need him now. All of him. 

I sit up, his face still dangerously close to where I yearn him to be again, and look down at him. My hands cup his face and pull him up. When our lips meet again, I can taste myself on his tongue, and it makes me want to completely lose control. 

He gets up slowly, pushing me back onto the bed. I am now underneath him, and I can feel how tight his jeans must be for him by now. My hands run down to his jeans, fiddling with the button and the zipper. His hands are beside me, holding him up, and he lets me undo his pants while he continues to passionately kiss me. Then, we're both completely naked, our clothes crumpled on the floor. 

"I need you," I whisper against his lips, "Now."

"I wanted to hear those words out of your mouths for too long," he replies as he backs out of the kiss, our noses still touching, our breaths mingling. I smile up at him and let my gaze flick over his face. This beautiful, perfect face that I admired for as long as I've known this man. I know he needs me too.

"Then what are you waiting for?"