"I think I should start every meal with my dessert first." His breath was hot against my inner thigh as he yanked my panties to the side. "I could eat this little pussy morning, noon and night."
His thumbs spread my pussy lips, and I felt the cool air of the room against my heated flesh for the barest of seconds before his tongue was on me. He gently licked my clit with just the tip of his tongue, then moved downwards to dip inside me before sliding back up again. In his office, it felt like he was devouring me, but this was more like he was worshipping my pussy. It was a slow, torturous buildup, his mouth moving up and down my inner thighs each time I got close, slightly nipping on me here and there. His hands rubbed along my thighs the entire time, making me feel like he couldn't stand not touching me.
"Please," I begged. "I can't take much more."
"Then come for me, Charlotte," he rasped against my skin, his tongue flicking out and circling my clit before he sucked it into his mouth.
"Gabe!" My voice cracked as I splintered apart, shuddering with the force of my orgasm. His licks turned gentle again, his hands soothing, as I rode the waves of my release.
"You taste so fucking good," he murmured as he stood and leaned over me. The evidence of my climax glistened on his chin as he grinned down at me, his hands shifting my panties back in place and tugging my skirt so it covered my thighs again.
"Thanks," I stuttered, unsure how to respond to the compliment. There hadn't been time for the awkward moment after in his office because he'd left so quickly, but I felt it now. Gabe was an incredibly handsome and successful author and professor, and I was just me. The women he'd been with before me would have known how to react. I was sure they were experienced and sophisticated. And I was... "I'm a virgin."
Chapter 6
Gabe
A lot of men would have taken off running at her announcement, but it turned me the fuck on. I was already hard from eating her pussy, but damn, my cock was begging to be where my mouth had been. Somewhere no one else had ever been. I wanted to shout to the world that Charlotte Young was mine, had only ever been, and would always be mine.
I couldn't wait to teach her all about sex, explore new things, and learn to please each other. Not that I was worried about pleasing her. I don't care how conceited it made me sound, I was an expert at satisfying women in the bedroom...or wherever.
I took a deep, calming breath.
Charlotte's face was filled with trepidation and I realized that she was taking my silence as a bad sign. I helped her sit up, then reached up and smoothed out the worry lines on her forehead. Then I trailed my finger down her cheek, and over her rosy lips. "Sweetheart, stop jumping to conclusions." I kissed her lightly. "I love that you're untouched. Don't mistake my silence for anything other than me trying to control my impulse to throw you over my shoulder and take you to the bedroom so I could pop your sweet cherry."
Her face brightened and she locked her legs around my waist, making me groan at the contact. She gripped my shirt with two hands and pulled me close.
"I have no objections to that plan," she whispered across my lips. I was about to give in when we were both startled by the oven timer. I removed her legs from my waist and quickly grabbed my oven mitts to remove the fresh, crusty rolls from the oven. I threw a glance her way before checking on the asparagus. "We'll talk about that idea after dinner." I turned back to the food, but not before I glimpsed her cute pout, making me smile.
I dished up the asparagus, wild rice, and parmesan encrusted chicken, placing each on the table. Lifting Charlotte off of the counter, I handed her a bottle of wine and two glasses, then grabbed a basket for the rolls. We sat down, our chairs at the corner of the table so that we were close, but still faced each other.
Charlotte looked over the meal, her expression indicating that I had impressed her. I winked at her and watched as a blush stole across her face. My hard-on had settled a little but that beautiful sight had me shifting uncomfortably in my chair. She took a bite of chicken and moaned, making me way beyond uncomfortable. I needed a distraction.
"Tell me what I don't know about you, sweetheart," I requested as I poured us each a glass of white wine.
"There isn't much to know," she said in between bites. "My parents died when I was fifteen, and since Elisa was eighteen, she was able to become my guardian. I grew up, went to school, and made every effort to graduate early so that Elisa wouldn't have to continue supporting me. Oh, I also had a huge crush on my professor, and here we are."
I chuckled. "You forgot, practically seduced said professor with your gorgeous legs, always on display with your short skirts." I gave her a stern look. "Which is another topic we will be discussing at some point."
Charlotte smirked and I glared at her. However, this wasn't what I wanted to be talking about tonight, so I steered the conversation back on track.
"How is it that such a beautiful and intelligent woman is still a virgin at twenty-one?"
She blushed again and I decided it was one of my favorite things to see. "It's not like I didn't have the birds and bees discussion with Elisa. And, the safe sex lecture. I guess I was too busy with school and, um, I hadn't-" She broke off and her blush intensified, spreading from the roots of her flaxen hair to dip below the collar of her low-cut sweater. I was dying to know how much of her body was covered with the pretty pink hue.
"Hadn't what?" I pressed.
She cleared her throat and averted her gaze. I took her chin firmly between my thumb and forefinger, turning her face so her brown doe eyes stared into mine. "Eyes on me when you talk, Charlotte."
"I hadn't found anyone I wanted to be with like that."
My heart swelled with emotions I hadn't taken the time to truly examine yet. She was so fucking perfect.
"I'm ecstatic that you want to take that step with me, sweetheart. Although, even if you didn't, I would have chained you to my bed and spent every second convincing you that you're mine."
Her coffee colored eyes widened a bit. There was surprise, yes, but it was the shadow of lust that had me grunting in satisfaction.
I threaded my fingers through the silky strands of her hair, rubbing the ends between my fingers and thinking about her neatly trimmed pussy. I let it go and ran the back of my hand down the side of her torso, my fingers brushing along her round tit. My mouth watered at the memory of sucking on the hard little buds topping them.
"Let me be crystal clear about something, sweetheart. This body, every part of you, belongs to me. Now that I have you, I'm holding on tight. It's going to be my cock that pops your juicy cherry, my mouth that eats your pussy, and my hands that feel your creamy skin. No one else touches what's mine. And, I'm going to make damn sure everyone knows you belong to me."
The knowledge that I didn't have to fight it anymore swept over me again, relief mixing with desperate need. Finally, finally, I could be with her and not be forced to hide it.
Shaking my head, I brought my focus back to my girl, only to notice her brow furrowed and her eyes brimming with anxiety.
She looked away again, "Eyes, Charlotte!" I barked.
Her head whipped back, "I'm supposed to start grad school at the end of the summer."
Well, fuck.
I was pissed we'd have to hide our relationship, but it wasn't something we couldn't handle. I'd figure a way around it eventually.
"I can stay here for school, but, um, I've also been accepted to the University of California-Berkeley. It's one of the best programs in the country. I'd be crazy not to go in the fall."
Not fucking happening.
I was consumed with panic but I tamped it down with solid resolve. She couldn't leave. I wouldn't allow it. I'd convince her to stay. But, that meant her continuing as a student here.
Triple fuck.
Ok, so I needed to convince her not to go back to school at all. The plan to keep her chained to the bed was looking really good at that moment.
Chapter 7
Charlotte
"I guess I'd better show you why you should stay," he growled, pushing his chair back and bending over to lift me from mine.
"Gabe!" I squeaked when he slung me over his shoulder and gave my ass a quick slap. "What about the dishes?"
"Fuck the dishes," he snapped. "They can wait, but I can't."
His hand tightened on my ass, steadying me as he strode out of the kitchen, through the living room and down the hall to a massive bedroom. He dropped me onto the edge of the mattress, and made quick work of the buttons on my top before tossing it onto the floor. My bra followed and then he was sliding my skirt down my legs and taking my panties with it. He lifted me back into his arms and placed me in the center of the bed before rising up on his knees to tear his shirt over his head. I stared, transfixed, at the play of muscles while he unsnapped his pants and lowered the zipper. A soft sigh of disappointment escaped when I realized he'd left his boxers on.