6/8 : Matt & Charlie
Matt just couldn’t stop kissing her, he lifted her body above the floor...
It was probably a dream. It better be... Matt was heavily breathing and Charlie could feel it. It was like in her fantasies... If she was gonna regret it... oh what the hell! Hell with all her thoughts! Admitting to herself that all this time she wanted him?
Matt’s face was before her eyes as he laid her on his bed. Charlie reached for his lips hungrily and sunk her fingernails into his tense muscle. He threw his head back for a moment and set his teeth. Charlie set up just enough to take off her jacket and flung it down. Matt let her go of her a moment to get rid of his shirt and moved to the buttons on her blouse. What the fuck... he wasn’t gonna waste time on that... it was easier to just...
She never heard the sound of sprinkling buttons, she just pulled the blouse off and cuddled him. Charlie was already sitting on Matt’s bed, she didn’t notice how her skirt slid down on the floor. She twisted her legs around Matt trying to catch every one of his
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breaths. Charlie nestled her face against his chest to smell his fragrance - whiskey and tobacco...
Charlie turned her head and closed eyes.
Matt easily pushed her on the sheets and caught her look. She didn’t seem scared anymore, she was staring back at him. Matt touched her lip with his thumb, she opened her mouth... a gentle bite. Barely noticeable. A painfully redolent wave ran through his body.
All his moves became fast, intemperate. Everything was like in another world. Through this compressed space he heard Charlie’s quiet short moan. Her nails scratched his back... the pain was somewhere in reality, but not here...
“Charlie...” He utters her name.
Matt bent over her... so close. Charlie was still looking at him, .