Love in the Dark

Chapter Twenty-One: Undone

As the door to the hotel room swung shut behind them, Carlos and Charlese were enveloped in an electric silence, the air thick with unspoken longing. Their lips met in a fervent kiss, a collision of pent-up desires that had simmered beneath the surface for far too long. The taste of him was intoxicating, and Charlese felt her heart race as she lost herself in the moment.

Desperate to shed the barriers between them, Charlese reached for Carlos' jacket, her fingers fumbling with the fabric as they continued kissing. With a swift motion, she tossed the jacket aside, the soft thud of it hitting the floor echoing in the otherwise quiet room. Carlos responded by deepening the kiss, his hands finding their way to her waist, pulling her closer as if he could fuse their bodies into one.

In a sudden, passionate move, Carlos pushed Charlese back onto the bed, his eyes dark with desire. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them, tangled in sheets and yearning. He dipped his head to her neck, planting kisses that sent shivers down her spine. His lips grazed her skin, leaving hickeys that marked her as his, each nibble a silent confession of how long he had craved this, how much he had fantasized about her.

Charlese gasped, her breath hitching as Carlos's hands trailed down her thighs, moving slowly, deliberately. It was as if he was asking her permission with every gentle touch. The heat between them was palpable, and she could feel her pulse quicken, urging him on. But deep down, a part of her reveled in the anticipation, the thrilling uncertainty of what was to come.

With a deft motion, Carlos lifted the hem of her dress, revealing the soft skin beneath. He took his time, savoring every moment, every inch of her. The dress slipped away, leaving her clad only in delicate undergarments, and Carlos's breath caught at the sight. He had imagined this moment countless times, and now it was finally here. "I've waited for this," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I've thought about it so many times..."

Charlese felt a flush creep across her cheeks at his confession, the vulnerability of the moment making her heart race even faster. Each word from him ignited a fire within her, the raw honesty making her feel desired in a way she had never known.

Carlos' fingers found their way back to her, his touch igniting a fire within her. He entered one finger into her, and she gasped, a sound that was both surprise and pleasure. The sensation was exquisite, stretching her in ways that made her body crave more. He moved slowly, teasingly, building the tension with each deliberate motion. She felt herself arching into him, lost in the pleasure, the heat pooling in her core.

"Do you remember how you laughed with him?" he asked, a hint of jealousy lacing his words. "I didn't like it. You were mine then, and you're mine now."

With that, he added a second finger, pushing her even closer to the edge of ecstasy. Each thrust was both thrilling and torturous, coaxing soft moans from her lips as he continued to tease, to explore. "You made me wait too long," he muttered, almost possessively, as he slid in a third finger, stretching her in a way that made her gasp. It was as if he was punishing her for every moment they had spent apart, and yet the pleasure was overwhelming, consuming her.

Charlese could hardly think, her body responding to him instinctively. The way he filled her, the rhythm he established, sent waves of pleasure coursing through her. Each stroke was deliberate, each movement a reminder of how much he wanted her, how much he craved this connection. "Carlos," she breathed, her voice trembling with need, "Please... don't stop."

He looked into her eyes, and in that moment, all the tension, all the desire they had pent up began to unravel in a whirlwind of passion. "That's it," he urged softly, his voice low and sultry, "Let go for me."

The way he moved his fingers, stretching her, teasing her, was unlike anything she had ever experienced. "I need you," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper, yet filled with longing. "I need more... please, Carlos."