Just A Woman (The Porter Trilogy Book 2) (20 page)

I couldn’t resist the primal urge within me to throw her down on the bed as I backed her up to it. A smile rose to my face when she squealed as she landed, and I crawled on top of her, my erection painfully pressing into the zipper of my jeans. Growling, I reclaimed her mouth with my own, while my hands wandered under her shirt to the top of her lace bra. I didn’t have to guess what fabric her panties were, I knew she’d be wearing my kryptonite.

I could no longer stand the feel of my cotton tee against my chest and I craved flesh contact, so, in one swoop, I removed my shirt and then hers. I wanted to try and take things slow, but I knew it would be near to impossible. Her beautiful body squirmed underneath mine, relishing in the feel of our skin dancing together. Reaching between her and the mattress, I unfastened the clips holding her lace bra in place, and slowly slid the straps down her arm. She needed this as much as I did.

When I looked back up at her, she was flushed and breathing hard. I remembered back to our first time together, when I looked at her and only saw embarrassment. This time, though, she glowed. Her flushed cheeks and wild hair called to me, like a siren that I couldn’t resist. Giving her my best smirk, I lowered my head to her pert breasts and captured a rosy pink nipple in my mouth, swirling it around on my tongue and lapping at her flavor. If it were any more possible, my cock nudged against me again, demanding to be set free from its confines.

The moan Charlotte made while I devoured her buds had me wishing that I was partially wizard, able to magically remove the devil jeans I was currently wearing. Standing up, and ignoring Charlotte’s grunt of dissatisfaction at having being left, I quickly removed my jeans and my boxers and let my cock spring free. I watched as Charlotte’s eyes grew twice as wide as she admired me.

When she made to sit up, I shook my head at her wordlessly and nodded for her to lie back down. She complied with my silent command and stared, waiting for me to make my next move. Slowly unbuttoning her pants and pulling down her zipper, I saw what I had been hoping to see. Bright red lace boy shorts. I had never been a boy shorts type of guy when it came to my women, but if Charlotte ever wore anything else than this, I would throw them all out. She looked heavenly in them, and they sat just right on her hips.

“Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Charlie. You know what I do to little lace panties like these. Were you trying to provoke me?” I asked, a sinister look on my face, joviality coursing through every word.

“Well, since I threw every other type I own out and only have those, I guess we are going to have a problem,” she said to me, clearly trying to shock me, which she did, but I wasn’t going to let her know that.

“You’re bad, Charlotte. Very bad, do you know that?” I whispered.

She didn’t answer, instead preferring to remain tight lipped. Just as she suspected I would, I reached my finger through a small hole in the fabric, grazing her folds and pulled, ripping them from her body. She gasped a little, not from the ruining of her under things, but from the electricity that sparked between my fingers and her delicate lips.

Tonight, I was determined to make her forget everything, as was her wish. I would kiss every inch of skin she had and make her come under my touch as many times as I was able, until we were both fully satisfied and asleep in each other’s arms. When I crawled on top of her, my cock brushed against her inner thigh, making her jump slightly. When the tip of my manhood breached her folds, I almost considered pushing all of the way in, sinking into her waiting heat, reveling in the extraordinary way her muscles contracted around me, but gathering up the last of the control I could muster, I pulled away and headed up to her face.

Pushing her hair from her forehead, I started what I came here to do. Gently, I placed flutter kisses around her forehead and her cheeks, pausing over each eyelid for a kiss. “I love your eyes, Charlie.” Moving down I planted a small kiss on her lips. “And I love your lips.” When I reached her neck, I looked up to see her eyes were closed, living for the moment I was providing.

“I love where your neck meets your collarbone,” I murmured, kissing the spot of my affection. I rained kisses all over her neck and her collar, never staying in one place too long, wanting to kiss every part of her that I could.

When I got over her heart, I paused and looked up at her, waiting for her to acknowledge me. Noticing I had stopped my trail of kisses, she opened her eyes and searched out mine.

“I love your big, beautiful heart,” I whispered, kissing directly over her heart multiple times, “and loathe I am to admit it, I love your ribs.”

“My ribs?” she giggled. “Why would you love my ribs?”

“Because they were there to keep the pieces together when I broke that beautiful heart,” I said, my voice filled with emotion.

Her smile faltered for a moment before she brought her hands up to my face, cradling my cheeks. “Can you fix them? Can you put the pieces back together?”

“I will, Charlotte. I will spend every day for the rest of my life putting them back together, and I’ll never break them again.”

With a nod, she laid back down, wiping a stray tear from her cheek, clearly letting me continue with my demonstration while she composed herself.

I moved around her breasts and her torso, eliciting a squeal when I kissed and nipped at each nipple in turn. By the time I was finished with her breasts, she was panting beneath me, bucking her hips up. I made my way around her torso, across her stomach, and down to her pelvis, kissing and stating my love for each feature. A few times, I noticed she tensed up, but I took it as nerves. I wasn’t a complete idiot to a women's self-consciousness.

When I reached the apex of her thighs, we both grunted in satisfaction. Charlotte had the most distinctive and sweet flavor of anyone I had ever tasted, and I couldn’t get enough of it. Most women would usually clam up at someone sniffing at them, but not my Charlotte, oh no, she loved it. Diving in, I placed a gentle kiss on her clit. “I love your clit,” I said, just as I had with every other piece of her delectable body.

This time, she responded to my admissions. “Alex, please, I don’t think I can hold out much longer.”

“Let go, Charlie, I will catch you.”

With one thrust of my tongue into her entrance, I tasted her orgasm on my lips. My hand pressed against her mid-section, and I held her down as she rode through her climax, screaming my name for the world to hear. With gentle licks, I kept her on the cusp of the double edged sword between pleasure and pain, working her down slowly. When her breathing returned to a semblance of normal, I looked up at her. “I love your come.”

A flush of embarrassment stained her cheeks and I pressed kisses to her inner thigh and down her legs, past her kneecaps and eventually, to each toe in turn. By the time I made my way back up, the previously snapped coil within Charlotte was already wound back up, ready for another release, and I was right there with her, but I wouldn’t go there just yet. I wanted to coax one more orgasm from her before I sheathed myself into her heat.

Pushing one finger into her, I both heard and felt the ripples of pleasure reverberate from her vocal cords. I licked at her clit as I fucked her with one finger, and then two, slowly stretching her and filling her with my digits. By the time I made it to three fingers, she was bucking underneath me so hard, I knew it wouldn’t be long until she was screaming my name again.

When I felt like she wouldn’t be able to hold out any longer, I grabbed her clit with my teeth and applied just the right amount of pressure for her to hurl herself off of the cliff, true to my word, screaming out my name. Before she had any time to come down off of her rush, I sat up between her thighs, lifted her left leg over my shoulder, and pushed into her, to the hilt.

The perfection I felt couldn’t be translated into words. Being inside of her felt like being home. Until this point, I had been living on a desert island, lost, hungry, and frail. It wasn’t me putting Charlotte back together, she was putting
me
back together from the inside out, and for just a moment, I stayed still. I was happy.

“Move, Alex,” she wailed, pulling me from my thoughts.

Lost in the sensations, I ploughed into her, over and over again, her internal muscles gripping me at every punishing retreat. The air around us swirled in sweat and sex, and more importantly, love, as we both took pleasure from one another, Charlie crying out her third climax while I shouted through my own. When my orgasm subsided, I was still deep within Charlie, and still hard as stone. Rocking my hips, I continued shoving inside of her in short shallow pulses, trying to give her orgasm number four.

Within a few shorts pumps, I felt the telltale signs of an impending explosion from her, and reached between us to massage her oversensitive and over stimulated bud. As she came on my fingers and over my cock, I whispered in her ear, “I love you.”

She didn’t say it back, shit, I wasn’t even sure if she heard me. She was asleep within seconds of her final orgasm and I couldn’t blame her. Her body and her mind had reached its capacity and needed to shut down for at least a little while. Once my own body had returned to a regular rhythm, I slowly peeled myself off of Charlotte’s body and headed into the bathroom to take a quick shower.

When I emerged ten minutes later, Charlotte hadn’t moved from the spot I had left her in. Armed with a warm washcloth, I cleaned her up and slid her up the bed to rest on the pillows, climbing in next to her and throwing the wet cloth on the floor. Within moments, our heartbeats synced and I drifted off to the sounds of Charlotte’s deep breathing in my ear.

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“You like that, boy, don’t you? Don’t try to deny it, you little slut. You like taking my monster cock in that tiny hole of yours.”

All I could do was whimper in response. I hated it
.
I knew, even at fifteen, that no boy should ever have to be subjected to the kind of life I was currently living. My foster parents did this to me, and every night, I vowed they would pay for it one day. I would wrap my fingers around both of their throats, strangle them, and laugh as the life left their eyes.

“Come on, boy! Try harder! I wanna see that pretty little cock of yours get hard for me.” My current master screamed at me, while simultaneously gripping me firmly in his hands and jerking me.

It wasn’t happening. I couldn’t get hard and I knew if I didn’t please him, he wouldn’t pay my foster parents, and them not getting paid was a fate worse than a little rape. Only once before had this happened and they punished me by locking me in a cupboard under the bathroom sink and refusing to feed me for three days, while I sat in my own waste and cried. I was only ten at the time, and I vowed, no matter how humiliating it was, I would never displease my foster parents again.

Screaming in rage at my own personal hell, I batted my master’s hand away and gripped my own shaft, making myself hard and spilling my seed, all within a minute. I continued screaming when I felt him finish inside of me.

“ALEX, ALEX, WAKE UP RIGHT NOW!”

Screaming, all I could hear was screaming. Was that me screaming? It was. Why was I screaming? The nightmare. Scrambling to sit up, I backed away until I hit the headboard, my knees going to my chest, my eyes wide.

I felt the tears that fell from my eyes, and although being touched was the last thing I wanted at the moment, when Charlotte put her arms around me, I let her. She whispered calming words into my ear and stroked my hair like a child while I cried. I hadn’t cried from a nightmare in a long time, and it took me near to twenty minutes before I felt composed enough to stretch my legs back out and address Charlotte.

Vulnerability was something I couldn’t handle. I wasn’t a weak, sissy bitch. I was Alex fucking Porter, and I had lived through some of the worst shit imaginable. Steeling myself from my emotions, I forced myself to relax, taking deep breaths.

“Do you want to talk?” she asked, clearly wanting to know what happened, but not wanting to push me too far.

Shaking my head, I grabbed her around the waist and placed her into my lap. “I will Charlotte. I will at some point, just please don’t push it right now. I can’t, not while the memories are so fresh. Please don’t ask. I can’t handle it right now.”

She nodded at me, pushing my stray hair away from my face before planting a kiss on my closed eyelids. “I love your eyes, Alex,” she said, mimicking my words and actions from earlier. It wasn’t long before I realized her way of calming me would be a complete repeat of our earlier escapades, except, unlike before, I would be on the receiving end. The difference between the two events, was this time, I planned on making sure she heard me say, ‘I love you.’

Daydreamer Musings
August 16, 2015
Followers-798

I’m so tired. So incredibly tired, but as I lay here with Alex’s head in my lap, I can’t help but think back to today. It was part heaven and part hell. I spent some time with my mom, who, although she looks pretty bad, is going to be ok. Thank God. I then came back to the hotel with Alex. I was emotionally distraught, and when Alex told me he would sleep on the couch while I took the bed, the small string of control holding me together snapped.

Against all my better judgements and against all of your insisting, I slept with him again. But it was so much more than that. He worshipped me. He worshipped my heart and my body. It was beautiful and my heart patched up a little more. This man is my true love.

But he has a dark side. It’s not my place to say anything, and honestly, I don’t really know anything anyway. I just know that I woke up to a screaming Alex in my bed and it scared me. He’s keeping something from me, and although I should be mad that there is another item that he’s not telling me, I can’t be angry.

I just want to hold him and tell him everything will be ok, but here’s the thing, I don’t even know if it will be ok. How can I promise him things will be better when I can’t even go one day without something happening? What I wouldn’t give for a single twenty four hours of peace. Sun up to sun down, no drama or heartache or pain.