Watching Charles get dressed is one of your favorite things to do. Especially when the sun had just risen and the sky is still a mixture of bright oranges, soft yellows and a swirl of pink runs through the two colors producing a beautiful painting. You were still naked underneath the white sheets, there are splotches of red and purple marks on your skin. The harshest of them all sit at the base of your throat and you run your index finger down it. It's still so sensitive that it makes you flinch and your thighs close on instinct at the memories that came flooding back.
You're still half asleep but you can make out Charles' frame in front of his dresser, a fluffly black towel wrapped around his hips and little drops of water cascading down his tattoo clad back disappearing down inside of the towel. You would've said good morning but when his towel dropped, the words got lodged in your throat and you decided to just admire the view.
Charles was one of the few guys who were actually blessed with an ass, you could actually grab onto it. You smile to yourself when you remember how you did just that last night when he was inside of you.
You'd needed him deeper and all you could do was grab onto it to help sate your needs.
Charles slips on a pair of white Calvin Kleins and uses the towel to rub away the rest of the water on his chest and dry his hair. His hair was long. You loved running your fingers across his scalp, it makes him sleepy and you love the soft moans he lets out. The simple fact that you're the one who causes him to produce such sounds boosts your ego.
Charles crosses the room still unaware that are you're awake now, watching him. He goes to your vanity and plucks a large bottle that looks to be your favorite lotion. It's your favorite scent, almond vanilla with a hint of lavender and sandalwood.
You look at him a little scandalized because you'd asked him if he'd been using it, since the last bottle didn't last as long as it did before. He laughed it off and said no.
That liar.
But it makes you smile when you see him slather it on and bring his hands up to his nose, inhaling the warm scent.
It's then you remember how much he loved the way you smell. Even last night while you two were underneath the sheets, as you rode him he'd brought you to his chest and held you close. Nose in your hair then running up the column of your shoulder and then his plump lips are on yours, the soft skin molding perfectly against yours making you whine in desperation. He made you crazy and he knew it. He really loved his affect on you, practically thrived on it and you were starting to think he was borderline obsessed with it.
Charles is grabbing a pair of grey sweatpants and slipping them on, the hem comes just under the waistband of the underwear and the harsh v cuts on his hips are visible. You switch positions, the move making you hiss in pain and you look up to see if he's heard but he's turned back towards his dresser unaware. You and Justin had gotten a little rough last night and you knew that walking today was going to be a bit of struggle but you didn't mind, you'd wanted it and Charles had been so sweet afterwards.
When you'd finished after that round, he'd kissed all along your cheeks, forehead, lips and whispering how "you were such a good girl" "you're so pretty when you cum" which is a little naughty to say in the moment but your lips had curved into a lazy smile at the compliment nonetheless, then he'd pull you onto his chest, where it's warm and safe.
You shake your head and look at him to see Charles pulling on a plain white t shirt and his back muscles flex as his arms drop down and and this time you let out a moan loud enough for him to hear.
You couldn't help yourself, the muscles brought you right back to when he was on top, just plowing into you. It feels good, so good and when his hand is dipping into the space behind your knee and hiking your thigh up, a guttural moan leaves your lips when he hits a particular spot that sends a tremor up your spine. Charles groans and stops mid thrust.
You look up at him confused, "Wh–"
"I-I need a second babe. I'm gonna cum if I keep going." He's focused with his eyes closed, his forehead is laying against yours and he's breathing so hard you feel the warm air fan out over your face. His arms are shaking a little, you notice now from where they're pushing down on the pillow where your head is. He's really wrecked and you love it to be honest.
You run your hands up and down his sides, sometimes massaging the skin there then you move to his arms and finally to his chest. Then you tilt your head to the side and kiss the inside of his forearm before glancing up at him.
His breathing is evened out a little and his bottom lip isn't being held captive by his teeth.
"You ok baby?" You smile sweetly up at this beautiful man who is literally so breathtaking in this moment, you don't even know how you're even lasting right know.
He nods and he thrusts in slowly before dragging himself out and then back in. It's a nice rhythm but you want him to go fast because you're going to combust if he keeps going this slow and deep.
"Char-Charles go faster." He doesn't listen, just sticks to it.
Charles' hands grab onto your hips and angles them up a little more, making him sink even deeper.
"Ahh God! Charles please, go faster." You pleaded with him, you were so close to crying because of how overwhelmed you were.
Charles snuggled his face into the crook of your neck, the tip of his nose hitting the space between your neck and shoulder, "you don't like this?" "fuck, you're squeezing me" "if i could stay inside you all day I would" "so warm, so tight"
It's pathetic, the sounds you're making and it's all because of the taunts he's whispering into your ear while he's balls deep inside of you. If he wants to play like that then alright two could play this game.
You clench down around him as he's pulling hips away, ready to take drive back in and it has Charles almost falling on top of you at the new sensation.
He's squeezing his eyes shut and biting his lip hard. "Fucking shit!" He bellows.
"Fuck! Fuck!" And all you can do is smirk at him.
He finally opens his eye and stares drunkenly at you, "You're such a brat." He smashes his mouth against yours and just like that you two are back to it. And he's finally going faster.
His hands grab at yours to bring your arms above your head, and Charles weaves his fingers with yours holding onto them tight.
"So close." You pant out and it sounds like a plea.
And Charles is literally kissing your breath away as he thrusts but you can tell he's almost there. His hips start moving with a purpose and his mouth find a new home on your chest, his swollen lips just grazing the heated skin while his forehead his pressed firmly underneath your chin.
You hadn't noticed he was saying something or a word actually over and over. You were too far gone, black dots start to cloud your vision and the only sound you hear is Charles panting your name along with a few curses in between.
"You're gonna make me cum." He whines, Charles actually whines and it's like music to your ears and then you feel his fingers pressing harsh circles onto your clit which blurs your vision completely.
Then it feels like something inside of you completely snaps and the feeling starts at your toes, it's tingly and you don't think you've cummed this hard before. Tears are falling and you're completely spent but Charles is still chasing his release so you let him use you for his own.
And with each pass in, your pussy contracts around him and it makes his eyes roll to the back of his head. You're so sensitive from the previous orgasms, that the fact another one is working it's way through you right now is no surprise.
Your last orgasm is what does Charles in, he can't take it anymore and he roughly thrusts in one more time before yelling out a harsh "Fuck" into your hair. He fills the last condom you two had and stays inside of you until he empties out.
When he goes to pull out, you both hiss and wince at the lost of contact. Charles ties off the condom before grabbing a wet washcloth and wiping you down. You visibly wince at the feeling and Charles apologizes.
When he settles back into bed with you, he's whispering how much of a good girl you are for him and how much he loves you.
Your face is a little warm to the touch and it pulls you back into reality. You see the sun has finally made an appearance and the golden glow covers Charles entirely, his honey colored eyes glittering in the light,"You already ready to go again?" Charles tuts at your sleepy form and when you smile sheepishly at him it takes everything in him to not just jump on you right there and then.
