Lilly & Leclerc ~ [CL 16]

29. Twenty Minutes

Sorry for the wait!! I very much echo Charles in the first line of this chapter 🫶🏻

"Finally!" Charles hums, tension rolling from his shoulders. The relief of hearing those all important three words from my lips washing over him in a tidal wave. Before I can even reflect his relieved beaming expression his lips have crashed down on my own. The kiss is so passionate and deep that is knocks all the air from me, my balance going with it as I wobble on my toes.

My head dizzies as my hands reach for him, needing the contact to be steadied. My hands press into his chest, his muscles tight and firm under my palms as they slide up around his shoulder.

Charles is as desperate to touch me as I am him. His hands run everywhere as our lips tangle, setting every inch of me on fire. Down my arms, over my chest, my stomach, my ass. His usually precise and skilled hands have turned desperate and messy with their movements, not that I can say anything. I gasp into Charles when his hands squeeze at me harder than they have before.

It feels good. So good.

Everything with Charles feels so spectacularly good, I shouldn't be surprised. "I've missed you." Charles whispers me as if it's a secret only I can know. Desperation dangles from the declaration as he pulls at me, needing more from me, needing me closer as though to prove I'm actually here. I groan quietly at the words on his lips. They come paired with a dozen more head spinning kisses which have me rising on my tiptoes in an effort to drag more from him. To be closer to him.

"I've missed you too." I admit honestly, the words making butterflies swarm in my stomach. Finally, every thought that had been drowning in my mind for the last seven days finally out in the open as we stumble so that my lower back is pressed against the chair Arthur was sat in only twenty minutes ago. "I'm sorry." I repeat once more between breathless kisses.

The weak apology makes Charles stall, his shoulders sagging as his head shakes softly as he parts from me. He looks disappointed (both with the pause in our kisses and me for admitting the words).

"Stop that, okay?" His voice is careful and soft as his hand trails up, dancing over the skin of my neck until it tangles in my hair. The bite of his fingers tugging against my scalp is delicious, so delicious he has me agreeing to his words. "It's done, no?" Charles asks, and although his question is rhetorical I find myself humming in agreement because his fingers have tied firmer into my hair.

"It's done." I concede, repeating his words. Charles smirks at me, happy with my concession.

"Good." Charles praises my obedience. I find myself reflecting his expression at the thought of pleasing him. Charles almost growls with the expression his lips meeting mine once more the same level of hunger as before. It's one of the hottest things I've ever seen. If pleasing him and giving him exactly what he wants gets me this reaction I'll quite happily do it for the rest of my life.

We stumble clumsily through the apartment, I'm guided by Charles who's desperate fingers have found the hem of my plain white tee and have easily snaked below. His hands are warm and I gasp at the trail of fire they leave behind, even when they sink into their usual place of my waist it burns. My mouth falls from his lips, to his jaw only pausing when I'm pressed into a firm surface. His piano. A low hum of approval leaves me as my mouth falls lower peppering gentle down his strong neck.

"Lilly..." my heart flutters at the heavy call of my name, I've loved it from the moment I first heard it and I think I'll love it forever. He hitches me up so I'm perched on the cover of the piano. "We need to..." My hands skim lower on his body, wanting more. When I can't find the edge of his clothing I tug him closer by the black material, greedy and desperate for more. My tongue darts out to swipe against the hot skin of Charles's neck as he gasps. "arrêtte ça." The weak command to stop from Charles only spurs me on.