Part 8 (2/2)

With a quick, unexpected roll, lips still attached, she was once more underneath him. She grabbed the bottom of his s.h.i.+rt at the same time he reached for hers. Grinning, he moved up to now straddle her hips and pulled his sweat-damp t-s.h.i.+rt off in one fluid movement, tossing it to the side. He slid his hands underneath the bottom of hers and began working it upward until it caught on her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

Watching her carefully, he asked her permission with just her name. ”Charlie?”

”Yes,” she panted, helping him to pull her t-s.h.i.+rt over her head.

He looked down at her white bra, simple and unadorned, and yet her b.r.e.a.s.t.s spilled over the tops creating a scene worthy of a Victoria Secret model. His breath caught in his throat as he watched her unsnap the front closure and the cups separated enough to expose her pretty b.r.e.a.s.t.s crowned with dusty pink nipples, hard and ripe.

His swollen c.o.c.k was raring to play, but he wanted to savor every moment. s.h.i.+fting back on her legs, he hooked his fingers into the elastic top of her black yoga pants and s.h.i.+mmied them down her legs, catching her panties along the way. In a few seconds, she was completely naked, spread out on his exercise mat, her body illuminated from every angle with the bright lights.

He skimmed his hands over her, from her shoulders to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, kneading the flesh before rolling her nipples between his fingers. She arched her back, pressing her b.r.e.a.s.t.s further into his hands, as well as her core against his erection.

Bending down, he sucked one nipple deep into his mouth, eliciting a moan from her parted lips. Moving between b.r.e.a.s.t.s, he made sure to give equal attention. His beard sc.r.a.ped her tender skin, leaving a trail of pink as his mouth made its way down over her stomach. Circling around her belly b.u.t.ton, he eyed her as she jerked and gasped.

”I'm ticklish,” she protested, trying to push his head away from her sensitive tummy.

”Then I'll have to find somewhere else to kiss,” he murmured against her flesh as he moved down between her legs. Carefully sliding down her body, he kissed her stomach again before continuing his trail of kisses down to her slick folds. Licking her wetness, he pulled her folds apart to allow his tongue deeper access. G.o.d, I love the taste of her.

As his tongue plunged in and out of her s.e.x, he reached up with one hand to fondle her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Her hips rotated upwards, pus.h.i.+ng into his face.

She could feel the delicious pressure building in her core, smell the scent of s.e.x in the air, desperately needing her release. Turning her head to the side, she watched their lovemaking in the wall of mirrors. Instead of feeling embarra.s.sed, she was turned on...more than she could have ever imagined.

He moved his mouth up towards her swollen c.l.i.t, sucking it into his mouth, allowing his tongue to swirl around it. At the same time, he pinched her nipple and felt her convulse against his face.

Her hips bucked as she begged for more. He added a finger deep into her channel and she exploded as waves of bliss pounded over and over. Throwing her head back against the floor, she allowed the sensations to carry her away. Away to a place where there was no running, no fear, no worry.

Luke watched her face carefully as the pleasure washed over, grateful to have been able to take her there.

Charlie slowly opened her eyes, smiling down at him. Raising her hands, she beckoned him, needing to feel his body on hers.

He moved back up her body and carefully lowered his hips between her legs, positioning his d.i.c.k at her opening after grabbing a condom from his wallet. G.o.d, I hope this condom isn't too old. Sliding his hand between them he guided himself in and with one thrust was fully seated. ”Charlie, I want you to feel every inch,” he whispered.

She felt stretched as his c.o.c.k pushed all the way up into her. He began a slow thrusting, pulling almost all of the way out before pus.h.i.+ng back in again. Kneeling on the mats between her legs, he pulled her hips upwards toward his d.i.c.k. Gently pus.h.i.+ng her legs apart as wide as she was comfortable, he began his slow thrusting again. This angle produced a new sensation for her, and she began to moan as the friction deep in her channel caused sparks to spread throughout her core.

Feeling his own release coming soon, he leaned down to grasp her nipple in his mouth. Sucking it deeply, he nipped at the hardened bud with his teeth.

”Sweetheart, come for me,” he begged.

Right on cue, she felt herself lost once again in her release. The walls of her s.e.x grabbed his c.o.c.k tightly as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her. Luke, losing control, pounded the last few thrusts deep inside, allowing her contracting muscles to milk him. Leaning up with her hips tightly held in his firm grip, he threw his head back, neck straining as his release poured deeply inside. Continuing to pump until the last drop was gone, he slowly pulled out.

They lay together on the mats, sated, as he pushed her hair from her face. Staring down into her eyes that were filled with trust, he kissed her lips with the soft promise of being exactly what she needed.

Chapter 13.

Luke, his body laying half on Charlie and half on the mat, lifted his head and looked around. He had used this room for several years, honing his martial arts skills and relieving stress from some of the Saints' missions, as well as staying in shape after sitting in front of his computer for hours. Never. I'll never look at this room the same again. It was now filled with the scent of their s.e.x and vision of Charlie's naked beauty writhing underneath him as he had loved her.

Her eyes opened slowly and he observed as the relaxed expression on her face morphed into a smile, her lips curving upward.

”Hey,” he whispered, brus.h.i.+ng the damp hair from her forehead.

”Hey, back,” she replied.

”You okay?”

Nodding, her smile grew wider. ”Yeah. Oh, yeah.” She watched as a crease developed on his brow and she lifted her hand to smooth it out. ”No, Luke. Don't regret this. Please,” she begged.

His gaze jerked down to her eyes, now filled with the beginnings of anguish. ”No, no. I don't regret one moment,” he said, glad to see her face relax again under his rea.s.surance. ”I never expected this.”

”Me either,” she whispered. ”I...haven't...well, let's just say, this isn't normal for me...but then, nothing in the past five months has been very normal.”

Leaning forward to kiss her once more, this time allowing the soft touch of lips to convey his feelings, he said, ”Let's shower. Then we can get ready for Faith to come over.”

Standing, he pulled her forward and grabbed their clothes off the floor before leading her through the house, into his bedroom and into the bathroom. Fully intending for her to shower alone, he could not resist her invitation and discovered shower s.e.x was exactly what he hoped it would be.

”I don't think I'm going to be able to be much help,” Charlie said, sitting in the corner of Luke's comfortable sofa, her legs tucked up under her. She eyed the pretty, dark-haired woman sitting in one of the chairs facing her and could not help but notice the huge, blond man standing next to Luke. Faith's husband. Bart...that was his name. And he looks worried.

Faith noticed Charlie's position and smiled gently. ”Ignore the men...and especially Bart. He gets nervous when I do this. Sometimes when I get...feelings, about things, it wipes me out, so he's overprotective.” Faith ignored the growl she heard from the kitchen and focused all her attention on Charlie. ”Let's talk a little and just see what comes out.” She arranged an art pad on her lap as she said, ”Tell me, in your own words, what you saw. I know you told the Saints yesterday and I heard part of that. But I want you to close your eyes and go back to when you first came upon the window.”

Licking her lips, Charlie leaned her head back on one of the pillows, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Letting the air out slowly she began.

”I walked around the side of Eli's old condo. There's an alley that runs along the back, between his building and the building directly behind, so they have a little patio; that's where the garbage cans are kept. He was neat, but I'd seen a couple of river rats back there, so it always gave me the creeps, but he spent all his time in the back room, with everything spread out. If the doorbell rang, he usually ignored it, so I got in the habit of going to the back door. He could look out and see me as I pa.s.sed by the window and he'd let me in. The first floor was slightly elevated so I would stand on my tiptoes to see in.

”I got to the edge of the window and, as usual, I lifted on my toes, but heard loud voices. It sounded like a man was angry and I wondered what was going on. I wasn't frightened...just confused. A man was at the table of computers Eli worked at and I remember thinking how p.i.s.sed Eli was going to be.”

”Describe what you see of the man,” Faith prodded softly.

”He was tall. Taller than Eli would have been if he was standing in the kitchen. I know because he towered over Eli's bookcase that was next to him. Dark hair. Cut very short. Not shaved, but almost military short. Wearing dark pants and a dark windbreaker jacket. Then he moved out of the way and I could see Eli, sitting in a chair, with a man holding his hands behind his back. That man was not as tall, but had dark hair as well. The same cut...very black. He had the same dark clothing, but I could see a white dress s.h.i.+rt underneath his dark windbreaker. He had gla.s.ses.”

”Good. Just keep your eyes closed and walk me through everything,” Faith said, as her fingers flew over the paper.

”I saw the side of Eli's head. I could see that he was scared. His mouth was open but he wasn't saying anything. I remember gasping and immediately hoping the sound had not been loud. I reached into my purse to pull out my phone to call 911.

”Then the tall man moved to the other side of the room and I saw a shorter woman. I couldn't see what she was wearing on her legs. I mean, I don't know if it was pants or a skirt, but she had a white blouse and the same dark windbreaker. She had a gun.”

By now, Charlie's voice was shaking and Luke moved forward, wanting to provide comfort. Faith shook her head at him, causing him to step back reluctantly.

”Okay, good. Now don't focus on the gun,” Faith said. ”Look at the woman. Tell me what you see.”

Her breath now coming in shorter pants, Charlie's arms wrapped around her knees as she pulled them up protectively in front of her while keeping her eyes tightly shut. She tried to pull the woman's features to the forefront of her mind, but struggled as the image of the weapon overtook all other thoughts.

”I got a glimpse of the side of her face. She was Asian. Her black hair was cut in a bob, just above her shoulders, and hanging straight. No gla.s.ses. She...she held the gun in her...right hand, pointing at Eli. She was not really shouting, but I could clearly hear her ask 'who knows?' which is a phrase I heard our Chinese friend use. Eli shook his head.

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