Every One Of Me (21 page)

He tugged and maneuvered each button open, leaving the
material covering me, the anticipation nearly choking me. His lips followed the
same path, branding the inches of skin that ran down between my breasts and
over my pierced belly button. He groaned when he saw the tiny jewel dangling
over my navel.

"Holy shit, that's so sexy."

I giggled quietly and closed my eyes as he opened the bottom
of the shirt to see the piercing more clearly.

"When did you do that?" he asked breathlessly.

I opened my eyes and saw the hungry look on his face, barely
able to use the strength of my vocal chords to push the words out.

"Lydia did it a few months after I left. It's the one
thing we both agree on."

He smiled wickedly, "Remind me to thank her when I see
her next."

He couldn't have known how much his words meant to me. He
expected me to switch eventually and it didn't seem to bother him in the least.
Even in the heat of passion, my love for him burst out of me. I felt my eyes
pool with tears and when his image became too blurry, I let go of my need to
hold them back and let the greediness I had to see him clearly, take over. They
fell out of the corners of my eyes and down to my hair.

"Oh, baby. Don't cry, please, it kills me when you
cry," he murmured and wiped my tears with his warm fingers. He looked
worried that he had said something wrong when he had said the one thing that
was right.

"I love you, Charlie," I whispered. "I love
you so much."

His eyes widened for just a moment before he came crashing
down against me, his mouth covering mine and showing me how much those words
meant to him.

After a few moments, he tore away from my mouth and kissed
down my neck again while his hand slowly moved under one side of the unbuttoned
shirt, pushing it away from my skin and revealing a part of my body that hadn't
been touched by any man, but longed to be touched by
him.
His lips
stopped kissing me as he lifted up to pull away the other side. The rumble in
his chest told me he approved and the gleam in his eyes showed his need to
possess me.

"Exquisite. Absolutely perfect," he stated and
moved his fingers over the sensitive skin at the top of my breasts, making me
shiver before moving his touch down to press his palm against the tight
protruding bud that ached for him. I gasped and threw my head back. He bent his
head and kissed, licked, worshipped one breast while his hand kneaded,
caressed, and engulfed the other in its warmth. I arched my back, pushing my
breasts closer to him, begging for more.

After ravishing one, he moved to the other and did it all
over again, murmuring soft words against my skin and making the ache between my
legs grow stronger. I writhed beneath him, moaning at his assault on my breasts
and burning each touch to memory.

I had been clutching the blankets so hard, my knuckles were
white and now ached from the grip they had. I wanted to touch him. Needed to
touch his skin and dig my fingers into the hard muscles of his back, but his
touch was almost too much and I couldn't focus enough to move my arms. When I
finally broke through and gained control of my limbs, I did exactly what I
wanted. My fingers dug into the muscles of his back, hard and twitching at my
touch, and pulled his body closer to mine. He pulled his lips from my chest and
moved his body down mine until his mouth found the jewel at my navel where he
dipped his tongue and sent a whole new rush of liquid heat down my belly. He
grasped my hips and pulled them against his chest. I was still in his boxers,
but I knew he could feel the heat beneath them, reaching out for him.

God, he was good at this.

My hands could only reach the back of his shoulders now so I
moved them to his silky brown hair.

His fingers curled and slipped under the waistband of the
boxers to begin pulling them down my legs. I froze when I realized that he
probably didn't know I was still a virgin and now my nerves were colliding
against each other because I honestly had no clue what I was doing and no idea
how to please him.

"What's wrong, love? Do you want me to stop?"
Charlie asked, concern lacing his husky voice as his hands paused and he
focused on my face.

I hesitated and tried to catch my breath. I didn't want him
to stop, but I didn't want my inexperience to ruin anything.

"What is it, Tess? If you want me to stop, just say the
word."

I took a deep breath and met his gaze. This man, who loved
me despite all my issues, was willing to be pushed away if I wanted to push
him, just to make me feel better. I was going to be honest and I wasn't going
to let my nervousness get in the way. "I'm… I've never done this before.
I-I…"

He stayed silent, but I could see the concern in his eyes
soften and turn to understanding. "You're still a virgin?" he asked
respectfully.

I just nodded quickly and closed my eyes as I started
rambling, "I don't have any clue what to expect. I have never done
anything
even close to this and I mean, I love what you are doing and I know that I
can trust you, but I just don't know how to make it good for you or if I should
be prepared for it to be painful. I'm sorry, I have no experience with this and
I can't imagine the kind of pressure that puts on--"

"Tess, look at me, love." His voice held more than
just a trace of amusement and I knew before I opened my eyes that he would be
smiling that gorgeous smile that would erase all of my fears.

He didn't disappoint. As soon as I saw that smile, I
relaxed.

"You have nothing to be sorry about and you
can
trust
me. God, baby, you have no idea how happy it makes me to know that I'm the only
man to touch you like this. To love you like this. And pressure? The only
pressure I feel is the need to make this good for
you
. I don't want to
hurt you and if you still want this, I'll do my best to make sure the pain is
minimal." His fingers brushed through my hair and he kissed my face while
he spoke. "The only question I have is whether or not we need to use a
condom because I don't have any and I don't think I'll live if we get to that
point and I can't be inside you."

I couldn't stop my smile. He was incredible and his words
turned me on impossibly more. "I want this more than anything, Charlie.
And I have been on the pill for a while now, you know, in case one of the
alters…"

His brow furrowed and I could see the question in his eyes.

"I made it a point to be checked shortly before I left
the facility. I didn't want to
not
know if something like that had
happened without me remembering it."

He grinned and kissed me hard. "Then don't worry about
making this good for me. It's with you. That's all that matters to me. It will
be amazing." He kissed back down to where he had left off and tugged the
boxers down while kissing the, until now, untouched skin as it was revealed.
"Let me love you now."

No way this could get any better.

But it did. He slipped the boxers over my ankles and feet
and leaned back, taking me in. The shirt was still covering my arms and pulled
behind my shoulders. I wanted it off. He must have read my mind because he
helped me slip it off and tossed it across the room. His eyes slowly roamed
over every inch of my skin, causing goose bumps to rise over my entire body. He
smiled and even though my mind tried to force me to look away and hide in
embarrassment, my eyes wouldn't leave him.

"Fifteen years," he breathed and smiled when my
brow furrowed in confusion. "It was worth the wait."

Understanding seeped into my mind. We had known each other
for 15 years. He had waited for me all that time, rarely spending time with
anyone else in grade school, only going on a handful of dates in high school,
and only God knows what he had been doing since I had left, but he had been
holding out for me. I wasn't naïve enough to think that he had saved himself
for me. But I knew what he meant. It was the same for me in some ways. I fought
against it for so long, but I had always known he was the one for me. The only
one I could ever want.

My thoughts were interrupted when his hands moved to the
towel around his hips and pulled it off. If I ever questioned if he was a
perfectly built man before, I didn't anymore. He was kneeling upright between
my legs, gazing down at me, and even knowing what was about to happen, I
couldn't avoid taking in every detail of him.

 His shoulders were broad and strong, his biceps flexed with
anticipation and so smooth I wanted to lick them. His chest puffed out as I
perused down his body like he was proud that I couldn't take my eyes off of
him. I never thought I would think this before about any man, but his erection
was a thing of beauty, so rigid and… big. I gulped, knowing it would fit, but
also knowing my luck wasn't the greatest before now.

He made a sound in the back of his throat that was part moan
part growl. "Tess, I feel like you are about to devour me, then ask for
seconds."

I didn't respond, but the rise and fall of my chest was more
pronounced as I tried to find my breath, and the gasps I was making were
probably extremely unattractive. "I… you are…"

Slowly, oh so damn slowly, he ran his hands from my knees,
up my thighs, then covered my body with his keeping just one hand pressed to
the crease at the top of my thigh. He ground his erection against the aching
flesh between my legs, sending me soaring, and kissed me deeply. "I love
you, Tess."

I kissed him back, giving him everything I had and letting
go of all my doubts. His hand moved over my mound and I bucked against him at
the shock of sensation.

"Shhh, just relax, love. I'll take care of you,"
he murmured against my skin and kissed his way back down my body, taking the
long way as he licked and kissed my full, heavy breasts again. His finger
slipped into my folds and found me wet and pulsing.

"Christ, you're so wet. That's for me?"

"Yes. Oh… Charlie… please…" I couldn't form a
coherent thought as his fingers explored my folds and found my opening. I felt
a pressure building in my womb and it begged for release.

He continued kissing down my stomach and over my bare mound.
The first flick of his tongue sent me spiraling out of control. I cried out his
name and struggled to keep my body still for him. He had a hand settled on my
hip while his other continued to explore and make me insane. My lungs burned
from the effort it took to breathe as I focused on his touch. He found the tiny
bundle of nerves easily and kissed me there, pulling it between his lips and
gently sucking. I felt a fingertip dip inside me as he flicked his tongue over
the tiny bud.

The pressure built and built until I could no longer stand
it. That's when I fell apart. My entire body tightened, then blew apart in wave
after wave. I don't know what I shouted, but I know I did and when I came back
down, he was there to catch me.

His eyes were heavy lidded and his breathing ragged. His
fingers were still moving around and he had pressed one deep into my passage
when I came. "That was so fucking beautiful," he breathed.

I thought he was going to come back up my body and kiss me
the way he had before, but he just settled back down between my thighs.

"Again."

Again? My body could barely move, how the hell was I
supposed to do that again? How did it even happen? "Charlie, I don't think--"

"I
do.
One more time, and then you'll be ready
for me."

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he renewed his
ministrations on my body. He knew exactly how to touch me and would probably
ever be the only one that knew.

The pressure built quickly as he pressed a second finger
inside me, stroking me and finding a spot inside that made me forget who I was.
He licked and kissed and groaned against me, his warm breath sending sparks up
my spine. I was close again.

"There you are, I can feel how close you are. Let it
happen, baby. Let me feel you clench around my fingers. Come for me,
Tess."

I wouldn't have been able to stop it if I wanted to. My body
detonated around him as I cried out, making him groan. Before I could recover,
he was on top of me, kissing my neck and rubbing his body over mine. His lips
found mine at the same time his thick erection found my entrance. He gave a
small thrust and was barely inside of me, stretching me. It wasn't
uncomfortable, but I wanted him deeper. I tried to lift my hips, but he
steadied me.

"Slowly, sweetheart."

His fingers moved back to that wonderful, sensitive bud and
massaged with his thumb in slow circles, making me melt and open wider for him.
He pressed in a little further and paused again, waiting for me to stretch
around him. His thumb never stopped and I quickly found the precipice once
again.

"Oh, God, Charlie!" I cried as my body tightened.

"Again."

I came at his command and he thrust to the hilt. There was
barely a moment of pain, a pinch that registered in the back of my mind as he
broke through my virginity, then absolute fullness, but the pleasure
overpowered everything else.

He was watching me, holding perfectly still as he filled me
and his face was rapturous. He kissed my shoulder and I wrapped my arms around
his neck. "You okay?"

I smiled and trembled against him, "Yes."

"Good, because you feel so damn good, I don't think I
will survive if we stop."

"Please, don't stop," I said and lifted my hips,
making him hiss a curse and grind against me in return. He started to pull back
and I whimpered at the loss, but it was short lived. Just when I thought he
would leave me, he slowly thrust back in, hitting a deep part of me that had
waited forever for him. He didn't pause again, he repeated the movement, making
me roll my eyes back and sending fire to my veins.