Just Like Home | Charlie Weasley

Chapter 40

And we're back!

Mature content.

With his hot breath on her neck, her fingers curled in his hair, there was no doubt in either of their minds what they wanted. Despite the fiery passion that had lead them to this moment, as soon as Charlie lay Eleanor down on his bed with him hovering over her, every touch was gentle and careful. His hands made feather-like touches over her body, kissing every inch of bare skin that was visible to him as her eyes fluttered closed, chest heaving with anticipation. He'd barely touched her yet, but everything he was doing was making her all the more needy for him. She couldn't care less that she was currently laying with her entire top half exposed to him, especially when her bare skin was met with his own warm chest, or when his tongue lightly pressed down on her nipple making her gasp. Charlie was making her feel like the most exquisite goddess in the world which was an entirely new feeling altogether.

Charlie propped himself on his elbow, his body hovering over Eleanor's as she lay underneath him. His other hand trailed delicately over her stomach, down her abdomen and toying with the waistband of her pyjama shorts. Her breathing hitched when he cheekily dipped his fingers just inside the waistband, his eyes meeting hers, before he pulled them out and repeated the action again. He was teasing her, she knew. Charlie was taking his time with her, seeing how worked up he could get Eleanor before he even touched her. And it was working. It wasn't until she let out a half-frustrated and half-pleasurable sigh that Charlie finally decided to give her what she so desperately needed. Instead of toying with her waistband, his fingers dipped further inside, ghosting over the front of her underwear. Eleanor arched her back off the bed slightly, unconsciously pressing her body closer to his so that his fingers would meet the spot that she craved.

"Is this what you need?" he asked, pushing his fingers lightly against her lace-covered heat. He felt the warmth emitting from her and it made him feel slightly hotter himself.

Eleanor nodded feverently underneath him and hummed. When he repeated the action, this time gently rubbing her over her underwear, she couldn't help the soft moan that fell from her lips. Sensing that she was in desperate need of some relief, Charlie pushed her underwear to the side, his gaze trailing up her body to her face as he carefully slid his finger inside. He couldn't believe how wet she was, and the thought of her being so turned on for him was driving him crazy. No woman had ever had the effect on Charlie that Eleanor was having. All he wanted to do was please her, in any way that he could, and it seemed that he was doing a good enough job so far as she gripped onto his forearm as he pleased her with his fingers. He watched her carefully as he did so, gauging what she seemed to like. She cried out in pleasure when he switched between pushing his fingers inside and rubbing slow, gentle circles on her most sensitive spot. He could feel himself growing achingly hard inside his pyjama trousers but he was only worried about her right now.

Eleanor could feel a pleasurable pressure growing inside the centre of her stomach. She was a little surprised at how quickly Charlie had managed to bring her to this point, but everything he was doing was making her head spin. As amazing as she was feeling, she didn't want to come just yet. She needed to feel more of Charlie, so she let him know. The hand that was gripping into his forearm moved to his chest, down to his stomach before dropping lower. She watched as Charlie sucked in a harsh breath when she reached his own waistband, but his movements to please her never ceased. Eleanor, through lust-clouded eyes and her own moans, looked up at Charlie.

"Can I?" she breathed, eyes rolling back when he rubbed over the perfect spot again.

"By all means," he murmured, clenching his jaw as her hand dipped inside his trousers.

She palmed him over his underwear, letting out a shaky breath when she noticed just how hard he was. She felt him earlier when he was holding her, but this was something else entirely. After the smallest amount of teasing, she pushed her hand inside his boxers, gripping around his hard length and relishing in the low groan that emitted from the back of his throat. He was big. She found it difficult to concentrate on pleasing him when he was making her feel so good, but she tried her best, pumping him slowly to begin with.