I opened the shower door and crept inside. Charlotte didn't notice me as she washed her hair. I wiped the suds out of her eyes and she smiled at me.
“I was hoping you'd come in.”
“How could I resist?”
I wrapped my arm around her back and pulled her to me. Our lips collided with a bang. Charlotte moaned as my tongue entered her mouth.
The way she cried out turned me on so much. My erection was pressed against her belly, pulsing with desire. The warm water soothed my skin.
“Last night couldn't have been more perfect,” she whispered.
“I want you so badly,” I replied. I tugged on her hair, tilting her head back so I could kiss her throat.
Charlotte put my hands on my chest and pushed me away.
Did she not want me?
“I want to make you feel good,” she said with a devilish grin. Charlotte got down on her knees in front of me.
Holy shit!
Charlotte grasped my shaft with both hands. She kissed my tip, lightly flicking her tongue against it. She looked into my eyes and opened wide before shoving my length into her mouth. I groaned as she wrapped her lips around my manliness. My breathing quickened and Charlotte pushed me in and out.
I brushed her soaking wet hair out of her face and held it into a ponytail behind her head. She gripped my hardness with one hand and stroked as she went down on me.
I thought she had never been with a man before. Where did she learn to do this?
Charlotte sucked on me hard and then pulled my erection out. It was my turn to pleasure her. I tried to lift Charlotte by the arms but she wasn't done yet. Not even close.
She ran her tongue all the way down from the tip to the base. A shiver ran down my spine as she put me back in her mouth. “Please Charlotte, I'm so close. You need to stop.”
She ignored anything I said and kept going. The pleasure felt so good, I didn't want to argue anymore.
“Oh Charlotte!” I yelled as I unloaded inside her mouth. Charlotte's head bobbed up and down on me, swallowing all my semen.
Holy fuck! That's so sexy.
Charlotte pulled me out and wiped my seed that was dribbling from the corner of her lips. My knees could barely hold me up. I fell down next to Charlotte on the shower floor. The water cascaded off both of us as I held her against my chest.
“Did you like that?” she asked innocently.
“I thought you told me you'd never done that with a guy before?”
“Never have.” She smiled.
“You're damn good.”
Charlotte beamed with pride. “You taste so good.”
“Will you be my old lady?” I asked.
Charlotte lifted her head from my chest. “What the hell does that mean?”
“It's a term we use for girlfriends.”
“You mean like one of those girls walking around the MC.”
I nodded.
“No thanks, Liam.”
My heart dropped to the ground and broke apart into a million pieces.
“I won't be you're old lady but I'll be your girlfriend.”
“Good enough for me.” I took her in my arms and pressed my lips against hers. “You're all mine now,” I whispered in her ear.
“And you're mine,” she replied.
I desperately wanted to say I love you but I knew it was too soon. There was no way she could be feeling the same way.
Chapter 11
Charlotte
I fell apart around him, my orgasm firing on all cylinders as Liam took me from behind. Liam grasped my hips and forced his way deeper and deeper inside me. I could barely hold myself up on the bathroom counter—my breasts bouncing back and forth as he crashed against me with every thrust.
How could he have so much energy? He just came in my mouth only moments ago.
“I'm going to come, Charlotte,” Liam moaned. His fingernails dug into my sides as he found his release. He called out my name once more before finishing and collapsing on my back. My arms couldn't hold the weight and I fell onto the cold counter.
I wanted to tell him I loved him and that I would never leave his side. But we barely knew each other—I didn't want to scare him away.
We got dressed, watching each other closely. I wanted to trace every muscle of his body so I could commit it to memory. I wanted to undress him again and relive last night and this morning all over again.
Sex is a lot of fun!
“Time to go now, Charlotte.”
“Yes, sir,” I replied, doing a fake salute.
Liam laughed and collected our things. The sun burned brightly as we exited the motel; Liam's Harley was right where we left it. I remembered my first ride and the vibrations between my thighs—how it turned me on so much. But nothing turned me on more than Liam touching me everywhere.