This is a chapter in a fifteen-chapter novella, and each chapter is dependent on the one that precedes it. It is best to read them in order.
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He carried me upstairs, again seemingly without effort. The robe I was wearing, his robe, was falling off of me, and I enjoyed the way my bare hip bounced off his stomach as he took each step. My door was open. I was kissing his neck, tasting his salt as he carried me into my room. I was languishing in the playful, silly romanticism of the moment when I was jolted with fear. What if Tom had decided to sleep in my bed, waiting for me? Charlie paused at the bedroom door, and in just the moonlight I could see that my bed was empty. I had to resist breathing an audible sigh of relief.
Of course I was turned the wrong way for him to set me on the bed the way he was going to in our imaginations – me sprawling out like a cat stretching with my head perfectly rested against the pillow. Also, the room was lofted, one bed up and mine below, so he would have had to duck to get to it. He set me down on my feet. I drooped my shoulders and allowed his light robe to slip off of me. We embraced. I slid his shorts down and took him by the hand, pulling him down into my bed. We stretched out next to each other, kissing softly, running our hands carefully over each other's body. We were big people, and we seemed to fill the bed, needing every inch of space for our outstretched limbs.
Charlie leaned back from me and looked towards the ceiling. "This is nice," he said. I cuddled up against him and rubbed his chest.
I almost said, "What about Amy?" Dammit. How did she jump into my mind? Go away. Please go away.
"I think you left your glasses downstairs," I said stupidly instead.
"It's okay." He petted my head. "You know..."
I waited, but he didn't say anything. "What?" I whispered.
"Amy and I aren't really anything. We're just friends."
I laughed.
"No, I know what you're thinking, but... she's different."
"Different?"
"I mean like strange different, not... she's not strange... oh, I don't even know why I brought it up. I guess I just wanted you to know that."
So what about Tom and me? The question was obviously hovering there between us. I had no idea what the answer was to that question. "Let's not make this too complicated. We're here. And like you said, it's nice."
"We're young, and it's a big, strange world, isn't it?" He was serious.
I started to laugh. "Yes, darling, but we will always have tonight."
We laughed and hugged, and he tickled me. He stretched back out, and I continued to rub his chest. We were quiet for quite awhile, and I couldn't help myself. I rubbed his belly, then lower, till my fingers "accidentally" brushed across his penis. It was as if I wanted to make sure it was still there. It was, and it was just as I had remembered it. I petted it. Then I remembered it in my mouth.
Had Tom actually ass-fucked me just a few hours ago? Me?! Little Maddy. It seemed like a dream (except that my butt still ached – that bastard!).
Charlie's penis grew in my hand like magic. He leaned up on an elbow and kissed me from above. I settled back. He pressed his cheek to mine and nuzzled my ear lobe with his lips. The room was dark, with only the faintest blue glow of moonlight. The closeness of the loft ceiling made it feel like we were in a dark, warm cocoon. The fan was on low, and its hum and the rhythm of Charlie's breath were the only sounds I could hear.
I let go of his penis, and the air felt cold against the heat of the palm of my hand. He reached over me and shifted his weight on to his arms, and his body seemed to hover above me, less than an inch from my flesh. I wrapped my arms around his chest and rubbed my hands against his back. We kissed more passionately than before, and when he tried to pull his lips away from mine I lifted my head, letting him know not to stop. I pulled him down on top of me. His skin fell against mine. His penis was hot and massive and very obvious between us, pressing into my hip. He pushed his knee against my knee, and I parted my legs.
"I want to feel you inside of me, Charlie." I did. I wanted us to melt together in our cocoon, to be reduced to a single, pulsing vibration of sensuous flesh.
He rolled on to me, and I spread my legs wide. He started to pull away from me, as if to sit up on his knees and adjust our various appendages in some way to ease his entry into me. I pulled him back down on top of me. His penis seemed pinned against my pubic mound, but I didn't want him to sit up. I arched my back and squeezed his hips between my thighs and pulled down on his body with my arms and legs, like he was a tree and I was shimmying my way up his trunk.
"Like this," I whispered, and he moved down until the soft tip of his penis was pointing into my warmth. I wriggled my hips and lifted my thighs until I felt the position was just right, and then I hugged him tightly in my arms, wrapped my legs around his waist, and pressing my lips against his ear I breathed out a sibilant "Slowly." He pushed into me ever so slightly, and I wriggled again to allow my moistness to open for him. We stayed like this for some time: mouthy, wet kissing, his tip nestled at the brink of its journey. He was teasing me for saying slowly, I know. I could feel tiny little twitches of movement, and I couldn't tell if these movements were involuntary, or by design. He seemed to gain confidence in his ability to manipulate his member, and with a small twist of his hips he was able to slide the head of his penis up and down, but not into, the opening of my vagina. My moistness increased. My body was hot underneath him, and as he dawdled about I became restless. All right, already, I wanted to say jokingly. I wanted to begin to feel his progress, and I pushed down gingerly with my hips, until it felt like I had his tip in the grasp of my juicy flesh. He pushed in to me gingerly, then I felt him side into me with agonizing patience, more slowly than I could have ever imagined.
"Like this?" Then he rocked back and forth ever so slightly. "Or like this?"
I had had enough of his toying. With my legs wrapped around him, I planted my heels into his butt cheeks and squeezed him into me. When I felt full of him, I relaxed, but he continued his trek, and filled me more. He pressed on, until I felt his mound push into mine, and then he strained and it felt as if he was consciously growing his penis inside of me. My whole body tingled with heat and the sensation of closeness and fullness.
"Oooh.," I gasped.
I pulled him down into me with my arms and my legs, squeezing with all my might. I wanted to feel the full brunt of his weight falling into me, and he came off his elbows and obliged me. He thrust his arms behind my back. As I squeezed him, he squeezed me, and his hands felt strong and large against my back.
We held on to each other so firmly that our bodies seemed to share a hum of energy. My eyes were shut so tight that all I could see was a red, glowing, illuminated heat. I hung on to the feeling until I couldn't hang on anymore, and I sighed in exasperation as my muscles gave way to exhaustion.
He rocked slowly, almost imperceptibly at first. I concentrated on relaxing every muscle in my body as he rocked on top of me. My arms still clung to his chest, my legs still wrapped his waist, but I was limp and I flowed with the rocking. Our skin stayed pressed together like it was fused from the heat and would sting if we tried to separate. We seemed joined at the loins, and the only friction I felt was deep inside me, rocking in and out. And slowly the intensity mounted.
I started to squeeze him again, but only as he rocked into me. With each passing thrust, there was a building of energy, and with each withdrawal, more of him seemed to leave me. Finally our loins were separated, and he started to use his hips. The rocking gave way to a gentle bumping, and with each little bump, the moistness between us seemed to grow. I was pushing down on his butt with the heels of my feet, and I started to drive the rhythm.
Then he took over. He pushed all the way into me and began to buck. I went limp again. It took all my energy just to keep my arms and legs wrapped around him. He was literally lifting me off the bed with the force of his thrusting. Yes, this was what I liked. Chest-to-chest, mound-to-mound, strong, eager thrusting, but it never felt like this before. He was marvelously, deliciously deep inside of me, and I could feel the tingling friction of every cell of my vagina. His thickness and length resonated with a powerful energy that I seemed to have miraculously trapped and stored inside of me.
