In His Arms

Charles's blood boiled and he became impatient as well. Keeping his eyes on hers, he sent his hand between them to stroke his erection and slowly eased it into her swollen sex. She gasped, welcoming him with a smile. He was maddened.

Her hands remained on his shoulders and her grip became tight when he pulled her closer, helping her take all of him and stretching her, filling her to the brim.

Charles waited for her to become used to the invasion before he encouraged her to move. Shyly, she moved at first, then purposefully, then with vigour. His hands held her waist, stationing her. Her bobbing breasts dangled before his face and he was torn if to favour them with his tongue or simply watch them. He gave in.

Claiming one nipple with his mouth, he sucked hard. Beth tightened her hold on him, crying out softly. She arched her back and he felt her spiralling towards rapture. There was so much pleasure and so much urgency he could not stand it.