Chapter 60

"I'm not sure how I feel about your silence?" Charles laughed shortly, looking at me starting back at him, my hands still covering my face.

"I'm sorry," I laughed. "I'm just so surprised."

"How is it you're surprised? After today? I tried to make it obvious to you and give you an opening to say something about how you felt when I kissed you in front of people."

I croaked out a little laugh and he smiled back. "You really had no idea?"

"I thought maybe you were stressed and needed my scent that badly."

Charles nodded. "Well, that much is true. But I also wanted to make you feel seen and loved, and overall valued by me in front of the world."

"Thank you," I managed to say in a whisper. "I did feel it. I did feel special."

He leaned forward and kissed me softly.

"My love," he sighed. "You have no idea. It's like a weight has been lifted off my chest, to finally come home to you."

His strong arms pulled me closer to him. "It feels so right."

I put my arms around his neck, feeling his abs and chest against me. I shifted and wrapped my legs around him.

"I've loved you since the moment I saw you," I said, looking into his eyes and stroking his face. "You were the subject of every dream, every fantasy. Even when I was living my own life and thought I'd never see you again, I was always looking for elements of you."

He smiled and kissed me again. "My beautiful Elena." And then he kissed me harder, with more urgency.

I moaned into his mouth, desire filling me.

Finally, my mind sang. Finally.

I slid my hands up under his shirt and felt him shiver as I trailed my fingers over the ripples of his abdomen.

"I'm sorry," I said pulling back. "I didn't ask permission."

"Elena, please never ask me again. Just do what you want."

I smiled, feeling the warmth between my legs already spreading. "If you insist," I said and shifted my pelvis against him. I felt him grow and harden against me.

"I want you so bad," I said, pulling at the hem of his shirt.

He laughed. "I said it before and I'll say it again. After all this time, you don't want to take it slow?"

"No, I want to do it so many times it makes up for lost time," I said as he pulled his shirt off.

"Goddess, thank you," I sighed, looking at his glorious, muscled shoulders and perfectly V-shaped torso. I ran my fingers over him, making him shiver. His nipples hardened and he smiled, leaning toward me.

"Well maybe it's just me, but I want to savor this moment. So you're going to just have to deal with me teasing you."

"No, Charles," I moaned, pulling at his torso.

He smiled wickedly and then focused his attention on my neck. He kissed it softly and crouched lower until he was at my collar bone.

He nibbled, and I whimpered in pleasure. I heard his breathing change at the sound. He liked it when I made noise.

He pulled back and looked at me, a questioning eyebrow raised.

"Whatever you want, do it," I said. "I trust you."

He nodded, smiling, and then carefully, reverently, pulled my robe open and began to unbutton my pajama top, slowly, one tiny button in his large hands at a time.

When he was done, he put his hot hands on my torso and pulled me closer. With a gentle sweep he pulled open the front of my top and exhaled in delight.

I liked it when he made sounds too. I felt my breasts rise toward him, an instinctive pull from my heart toward his body and he obeyed, dipping his head and kissing my breasts, softly at first, then more fiercely as pleasure began to course through me and I began to moan.

My head went back, one of his hands on my upper back, leaning me back over his hand so that my chest rose higher. His mouth explored my breasts, his other hand squeezing and kneading whichever side his mouth wasn't occupied with.

"Charles," I said, my hands going to his pants. "Please."

He smiled at me. "Not yet."

"Come on." I leaned into him, kissing his shoulders, his neck, rubbing my hands over his chest. I heard him sigh in pleasure and I leaned in, kissing and nibbling his chest and then his nipple.

He twitched and exhaled sharply, so I bit harder. He groaned and I smiled against his hot, smooth skin, inhaling his wonderful vetiver scent, making a note that he, of course, liked a firmer bite.

I reached for his pants and began to undo them, but he pulled back. "I love that you are into this."

I sat back and looked at him. "Who in their right mind wouldn't be into this with you?"

He laughed and kissed me again, his hands pulling at my pants. They slid down and pooled around my ankles. He pulled me forward toward the edge of the couch and leaned his large frame down.

"Oh," I said, suddenly self-conscious, realizing what he wanted to do.

"You smell so good," he said, his voice full of longing. "Don't be shy. I can't help it, I want to have your scent all over me, Elena."

His hands pulled at my legs, parting them easily. I held my breath, anxious, but his soft kisses up the insides of the thighs and the little groans of pleasure coming from him helped me relax.

His large hand reached up and pushed me back, so I was leaning back against the couch, my legs spread, exposing myself up to him.

"You're gorgeous," he groaned, and I closed my eyes, not knowing what he was about to do.

I didn't anticipate the soft fall of his lips near the top of my vagina. It was so delicate, like the fall of a flower petal, but then there were more, and as I began to relax and breathe more deeply, the pleasure building, his mouth, hot and warm, suddenly closed over the top where I was most sensitive.

The sensation was like electricity. Pleasure zapped up my body and I spasmed against him.

"Oh goddess!" I cried out with meaning to.

I felt him smile.

"I think I found the spot," he said. His mouth clamped down on me again, sucking, then flicking me with his tongue.

"Charles," I moaned. "That's so good. That's..." My hands gripped the side of his hair, my legs wrapped around his shoulders as mounting waves of pleasure began to sweep through me, building higher and higher.

Explosions of ecstasy wracked my body and I moaned and shuddered against him as the pleasure took over and sent me to a place where I was no longer aware of who I was or what was happening.

As the waves subsided, I became aware of his mouth still on me, now kissing me gently again.

"Charles," I moaned, and pulled at his hair, willing his head back toward mine. He sat up and leaned over me, wiping his mouth a little.

He kissed me, and I could taste me, salty and slick on his mouth.

"I've wanted that for as long as I can remember," he said, his voice hoarse. "Your essence, it smells so good. I could do that all day."

I shook my head. "I can't say I'd stop you."

I brushed his hair out of his eyes. "Thank you, Charles. That felt so good."

He smiled at me, his face mischievous. "Ready for more?"