The Love Triangle(53)

She turned around, looking down at his hardness and grabbing him gently in his hands. “Do you like it?”



It was an inch short and though it was wildly different, he did. He nodded and touched the soft curls gently, running his hands through it. “I wasn’t able to do that before.”



“Now you can.”



His was quickly pushing himself closer, pulling her against him as his thickness slid between her legs. She moaned, but wouldn’t let him tilt the way he needed to for penetration and Dahlia giggled at his frustrated noise. Pulling back from his lips, Dahlia turned around, the water spraying down her back and thighs. His eyes were riveted to her bottom and he grabbed his cock hard in his hands. Pressing against her, she moved away. “No, baby. I wanted you to wash my back. Please?”



Charles wanted to do more and he growled behind her, taking the body puff and wash. Pouring far too much on it, he snapped the lid, leaning in as his length slipped between her legs from behind. The hard shaft rubbed against her engorged clit and she was the one whimpering with the action. He pulled away, his rod clear of her, resting gently on her bottom as his hands started to move the cool bubbles across her skin. Quickly she was slippery and he was moving lower, her anticipation getting higher.



Opening her thighs up slightly, she moved back against him enough to rub him between the bubbles that had washed down in her crack. “Wash my front too, baby.”



He was more than happy to, just to get closer. Slipping in between her legs, his large hands cupped her breasts from behind. The poof was no longer in his hands and he was quickly rubbing her from both sides. Her head leaned back against him. Grabbing his thickness, she swirled her fingers around the slippery head. It was a different slickness and she knew that he was needy.



Pulling on her nipples, twisting them in his fingers lightly, Dahlia flooded with her own neediness. “You dropped the puff, Charles.”



“Mmmhmm.”



His hips moved faster and one hand left her breast, moving to where her own hand was pleasuring him as he pushed through her thick thighs. His breathing was getting faster, panting in her ear as she pushed him closer to his end.



Dahlia moved her hand away and braced herself against the tiled wall. Pushing back, her ass jiggled with the force of their bodies coming together. She knew that all she had to do was tilt herself just a touch and they would both be in heaven. What had started as a bit of teasing backfired on her quickly. “Please.”



“I like when you ask nicely, Charles.”



One hand moved back down to rub her wetness on his head. He groaned behind her and she was about to give them both relief, when she cursed. “I got to get dinner out, baby. We have to stop doing this. We have already burnt up half the pans.”



“Mmmhmmm.”



Dahlia laughed, pushing him out from against her hot core. She turned around before he could thrust back through and she kissed him. “Later, baby. Patience.”





Chapter 17





Dahlia smiled at him when he came down the stairs a few minutes later. Her eyes went to his sleep pants and she could easily see that he had not taken care of it in the shower after she left. She liked the idea that he waited and their eyes met. His dark gaze looked almost black and she could see the longing in his depths.



“I made some baked pasta. Are you hungry?”



“Starved.”



To what he was referencing was clear and she moved back to the stove as he sat down. Her own insides burned and she needed to keep their space. She brought the meal out and set the salad in front of him. He barely seemed to notice. “Come on, Charles, you have to learn some patience.”



It was not the answer he was looking for. “You make it really hard, Dahlia. Really hard.”



She giggled. “I know I do, but you’re the one home early, accosting me while I 'm minding my own business taking a shower.”



“Is that so?” His smile was strained as he jerked in his pants. The way she had looked in the shower, her ass dripping with water and bubbles.



“Yes, now out of the gutter.” He looked down at the mixed salad, pushing the leaves around with his fork. “Is something wrong, dear?”



His dark eyes met hers. “You know exactly what is wrong. I'm so hard it hurts.”



“Aww, poor baby.”Charles looked down again and she chuckled. “Are you really pouting?”



His face turned a little red and he asked her about her day, trying to change the subject. He watched her lips move and her chest heave as she breathed. There was no sound as she talked, since the pounding in his ears was covering up all other sound. “You aren’t even listening to me, are you?”



He nodded his head every now and then, but it was clear after a few minutes that he was not listening at all. The news she had to tell him would have brought more of a reaction than the lust in his eyes. “Charles!”



“What? Sorry.”



“I swear you are useless when you're in heat.”



“I wouldn’t say useless.”



She sighed and then crooked her finger at him, “Come here.”



He was up and in front of her, bending to kiss her. “No. Stand up.”



Charles did as she asked, his need so clear that it made her want to take him up to the bedroom, but like him, she was preoccupied with a certain part of him that had been rubbed against her earlier. Her hand went to his hard length, gripping it through the cotton plaid pants that he was wearing. Charles made a groaning sound and she looked up to see him watching her. Feeling more adventurous, she moved her mouth to his hard shaft, biting it gently through the cloth. He was so hard that she had to stretch her jaw just to get her teeth around both sides of it.



His hands went to her short hair, trying to grip it and not liking that fact that he couldn’t. In a rush, she pulled away and yanked his pants down, exposing what she was really in need of. The thickness sprung back towards her face, slapping her on her soft lips. “Is this what you want?”



There was a nod and then she opened her mouth slowly. He tasted good, the pre-cum slightly salty, but she had always enjoyed his flavor. His skin was smooth as her tongue flicked and licked on his cockhead and down to the base of his cock. Licking the balls that hung beneath, she sucked one into her mouth, swirling her tongue around. Charles’ hand was back on her head and by his urging, she figured he was getting close. He had worked himself up so much, as soon as her mouth moved back to the beginning and closed around him, he almost shouted with the pleasure. Cursing, his hips thrust towards her face and her throat relaxed to let him push himself in more.



Her gag reflex finally kicked in, her throat muscles closing in around the head. The stimulation was almost too much. His hips went immobile and with the base in her hand, Dahlia started to bob up and down on him. Every sound he made pushed her to take more, ignoring the need to gag. Her jaw started to hurt from the rutting and she braced her hands on his hips as he started to move in a frantic way.



“Yes, please don’t stop.”



Adding suction, Charles was soon lost in the pleasure. Dahlia pushed him deeper, swallowing the hot spurts that came out of the tip. Each one was hotter than the last and after several swallows, she finally pulled back. His cock was red with the use and she pushed a trickle of cum back into her mouth. The very view made him groan, moving down to kiss her. Her lips felt bruised by the time he pulled away and when he stood back up, he had re-hardened. “Not again. Got to let my jaw stop hurting, baby.”



“It isn’t your mouth that I want.” Charles moved closer, his hands pulling her up off of the seat. She loved the way his length dragged across her body. It was erotic feeling and it put her in a state of her own. Pulling her dress up over her head, he turned her around until she was face down on the table. Her ass was high in the air, making her feel vulnerable. When she felt the hotness against her core, they both moaned with the hot wetness.



Charles slid in slowly, almost painfully so. She wanted to push back, but he held her still with a hard hand on her lower back. Dahlia whimpered as he became fully seated, throbbing inside of her.



There was a burning smell all of a sudden. She looked up and saw the smoke and had to laugh. “I knew I shouldn’t have attempted dessert. Move so I can get it.”



He shook his head and kissed her neck as his cock pushed deeper against her womb. “Let it burn.”

***

Lying in bed several hours later, Charles finally had given up his quest and they were both exhausted. He had a way about him, but it was Dahlia that finally had to call it. Charles was more than ready to have another go, however Dahlia was far too sore to do so. He whined a little, but after she shot him a look, he didn’t say anything else. Every time they were together it was like the first time, her body still not adjusting to his thickness.



“So I wanted to talk to you earlier, but we got sidetracked and burned another casserole dish.”



He didn’t seem too bothered. “We can just buy another one. I will buy you stacks of them if I have to.”



Moving towards her on the bed, she had to push him away, her breath still not completely slowed. Laughing, she pictured him bringing home a stack to the ceiling. It was the silly things that went into her head with Charles. She was able to laugh. “That would be so wasteful.”